I don't really remember, anymore, what it's like to be loved fully and with abandon. But I know that it was good, probably the best thing I've ever felt. I know just as well, however, that, like many thrills of bygone days, it's something I'll likely never feel again. And yet, i realize too that my purpose lies in loving, and not necessarily in reciprocity. So, while life is duller than it once was, and I may feel unfulfilled, I am consoled by the fact that my animus is found simply through loving you; and the thought that, maybe every time I say those three words inside my head, you feel a spark, and it brings you joy. That's my life, to love you, and to bring you joy. And maybe that's a kind of happiness after all.
