I’ve been trying to grab the feeling of being in love and loved. It’s something so ethereal as to defy description. It makes the very air I breathe sweeter, safer, more nourishing. Look at it from a practical standpoint. If I did not love someone so much and he did not love me, I would still have my same body, my same mind. I would still have the same values to build on and the same education, and the age and looks. But somehow they are all better because I love, and am loved.
You know what amazes me the most? All I have to do to deserve all this love is to be; to exist. To live one day after the other. Just by doing so I seem to earn his love and devotion.
Am I being silly? Is – is this something unique to me? Or – what a wonderful thought – are there hundreds, thousands, millions of people out there who are as loved as you are, and I am?
Well, my goodness. I think that’s the case. Millions of people are loved and in love. We all experience this wonderment of the soul. I want to meet them all. I want to shake their hands and congratulate them and share their joy. And if you are one of them; oh my, but we are the lucky ones.