I'm in a relationship.
I have Facebook.
I have Reddit.
I have friends.
I have friends?
Had?
I'm an eternal doubter.
I don't think I was ever a good friend to anyone in my life.
I wouldn't know where to begin.
I never got the manual or the quick start guide,or for that matter, for life itself.
My wife has caught me with tears brimming.
Looking at her.
I find her beauty too much to take in.
Even as an abstract concept, she is pure sensory overload.
She understands.
She comforts me by making a funny face.
By making beauty a momentary concept.
By replacing it with something silly.Childish.
Its a secret only we both share.
So.
Why do I come here anymore?
Perhaps to pose questions to myself.
And perhaps to shed enough to lighten my existence.
