"..And I wish I was a camera sometimes.." in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

Tomorrow I will be 45 years old.

I’m healthy in so many ways.

But I don’t think I believe in love anymore. I used to though. Deeply. Romance. The whole freaking empanada.

I don’t anymore.

I think love exists and I feel it deeply, but in love? Actually seeing it fulfilled? I don’t think I see it.

And that’s a very strange place to be for me.

My entire identity has been on one day being the best husband and father I could ever be.

Well.

It had been one day being those things.

But a husband and father?

No.

My life is so strange to me, I wish this world the very best. Make someone smile today.

Smiles are beautiful.

And so are you.

Always.