Last night as I lay in bed, thoughts rambled through my mind about what love truly is.  There are people that want to have scientific data in order to trust that something exists, however, how do you measure quantitative values of what love or any other emotion are for that matter?  There are fairy tales that describe emotions that I don't think truly exist on the plane that we live in.

In stories, you have a couple that is so devoted to each other that they don't see anything or anyone else in this light except for their partner.   The tenderness and caring that I have read about all sounds so very intriguing that I often long to experience this feeling.  Have I set my sites to high?  My significant other is always telling me that he is not one of the people that I read about in one of the many novels that I have read.  I have read him passages from some of the books to show how deep the love and compassion between two characters can be.  Perhaps he is correct and feelings and emotions like this are not really attainable.  Such a pity.

I have observed people over the years and those couples that you thought would make the long haul together, you know the couple that is inseparable and appear to be so devoted to each other, they too are now affected by what we call life and after 20+ years of marriage they are finally throwing in the towel.

A couple that our family was very close to when I was growing up is the one that stands out in my mind more than any other person I have observed.  This is a couple that have two kids, went to church together, opened a business together, road motorcycles together and were married 20+ years.  This was what I found to be the ideal married couple.  One day after the wife came back from a trip out of town, she found that her key did not work in the lock on their store.  She was able to talk to the husband and come to find out; he was having an affair with a lady they hired to work at the shop.  As if this were not bad enough and this is the part that truly makes my soul weep, he also informed her that while he was in Vietnam he paid for and slept with hookers.  There should have been no reason to add more injury to the insult that he had already brought upon her, yet, he felt the need to pour more salt into the wounds.  

I suppose the “love” you share with your significant other, even though it may pale in comparison to those dime store novels or fairy tales, is, as good as it gets.  

                We as human beings are very ugly people.