I want to talk about the universe

Love is all around us. Most of the time it's recognizable but other times it's so unfamiliar, like passing  an stranger in the crowd. Sometimes it gives you a nauseating feeling of Deja vu. Then it's very presence and movement intoxicates us and draws us in. So close yet so far. Far from the heart and even further than the mind. At times it can blind us. It beams and radiates so profoundly we can't imagine looking away. There is an ease about this, like a long sigh after a rough day.  I can't help but to feel lost and at times very empty. A shell of a being that once had but lost and is most fearful of forgetting that she hasn't realized it's completely gone. Doubt sets in...will it be back to visit? Will this time be different? A rush of naivety becomes her and she fights the word "alone" because really she's just single. And you just remember to breathe.