What is this feeling, Love, that I would want to tell everyone about it, this feeling for my wife ? Everyone assumes that a person loves his wife, but if the world is full of people who live their spouse this much, why is this not a perfect planet?
I try to tell my wife how much I love her but she smiles benevolently.
How to convince her that she's my reason for being?
Love tries hard to be relevant, but seems outside the parameters of everyday life. It's rules transcend the hum-drum; it's the big bang of a steady-state existence.
Perfect- creating wonderment from pure potentiality!



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