Why do I come here anymore?

Why do I come here anymore?

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.