Sometimes I wonder if I am really in love with you yet. Or whether this relationship is just a mere convenience for two people who are tired of living alone, or with someone who is uncommitted.
I wonder too if your passionate other half is waiting around the corner.
I wonder if you are in fact more in love with me than I am with you.
Someone asked me the other day if things were better with you than with her. I couldn't answer. Strange.
That I am happy is true. But you lack the warmth, immediacy and intimacy that I seek in someone I love.
Maybe I am just unhappy no matter who I am with.
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