Love

What a strange word, to describe the indescribable. Sometimes agonizing, balanced with periods of elation, measures of security, stability, conflict, tensions, passions.

I’m not actually with the woman I still think about almost daily; she chose someone else. I was left without much choice than to accept it, or ruin her life, which doesn’t feel like love to me. Maybe that makes me less of a manly man. Or maybe you think more like me, and understand it makes me more of one.

In any case, I am with a wonderful, loving woman who does her best every day to show me the same love, appreciation and commitment that I choose to give her. Because she is wonderful, and I love her.

And if there’s any doubt that she loves me, well, last night I got the green light to order Virpil’s AH-64 helicopter collective. And that’s something.