I wake up and I start to feel lonely.
My silly mind tricks me into thinking that it is a loneliness that cannot be cured by anything. I start to doubt whether or not there is anyone out there for me-who will love me completely-and, I start to feel inadequate, insecure, and impatient…
Then, throughout the day, the incandescently brilliant, hilarious, and loving people I am blessed to call my friends and family remind me that I am loved beyond measure, here on earth and beyond.
They provide love, and comfort, and interaction in ways that are far more fulfilling than the love that any guy could ever provide.
Then, like magic, I am not nearly so lonely anymore.