Spoken like any number of women I’ve dated. I’ve only dated one widowed woman but she held on to the relationship in the same manner as I tend to do. That would be lightly, but with tenderness and a fair bit of reservation. Looking back now, I know that relationship wasn’t real love. It could have lasted a lifetime. But it wasn’t the kind of life I wanted.
I suspect a whole lot of relationships aren’t real love. People don’t want to be lonely. I’m not interested in that kind of relationship. If it isn’t love, I’m completely okay with sleeping alone.
I’ll risk anything for the real thing. I’ve experienced that, more than once. I’ll have that, or nothing at all.
And if lightning strikes me dead? I’ve already lost love in that manner. I’d do it all over again. Without love, life isn’t worth living.