I don't understand it. I am not a anxious person. But lately, I've been catching myself on the edge of a break down -- not necessarily a destructive breakdown, more like a breakdown of happiness. Thinking about how much I love her... It's almost pathetic. Wanting her in my arms holds a physical ache. Thoughts of her have formed an almost meditative mantra. Her presence calms my mind like the shoreline does the sea. Revelation.* She's become my anchor.