At heart I’m scared of feeling always apart. Do we all feel this? Does real, tingly, deep love exist? I am grateful, enjoy so much. But what does it feel like, that soul-deep touch? Not the marriage’s silent, walled anger. When I lived with an almost-stranger. I have people here, with me, but often feel separate, bedrock of uncertainty. Are my efforts fleeting, or a self-fulfilling prophecy? I remember, I am lucky, because I do love me. Truly, really, certainly.