Many times in my life, I’ve stopped and wondered if I’m living a fantasy. I don’t do it because things are going so well, I do it because I start realizing things aren’t going the way I thought they should. The problem is that statement, do I get complacent with my life? Do I take things for granted? When I’m making out with my wife, and she pushes me away, is it really because the reasons she gives, or have I allowed the romance to die when I thought it was burning strong?
Sometime in my youth, I discovered that sex can be a beautiful proclamation of love between two people. Yes, it can be everything else sex has become, but it can be so much more. When I’m making love with my wife, I can feel her soul there with me, and it feels as if my soul is reaching for hers. Sometimes I feel weightless, like I’m floating with her in a void of bliss.