I talk about love in this blog a lot. Was thinking about it again today.
The first person I ever told that I loved that was not a blood relation or a dog was my wife. She is the only romantic interest that I ever had or intend to have. I intend to love her for the rest of my life.
It never ceases to amaze me that I am capable of loving anyone. You see, I hated myself for several decades. Thought I was incapable of loving or being loved. I think that’s why I say that I love Aj and Z as often as I do. It will never be “romantic” love. They will never replace my wife nor would they or I want them to. They are the second and third people that I ever realized that I loved outside the exceptions above. Somehow, they have crept into my heart. I didn’t even realize that there was room for myself in it. Now there are the three ladies and myself. I don’t quite know how it happened. I was “driving” along happily and realized that they were there. I am sure that is why I “say” it as often as I do. It still feels unreal to tell my wife “I love you”. It still warms my heart to say that I love Aj and Z. I must be a sap because of that…
Maybe I really am outgrowing my own insecurity after all.