No doubt, no empty spaces, no secrets. Disappointment lingers, however, just a trace of a spec of a molecule of disappointment and I push it away and it gets further and further from consciousness but it's still there. A shadow, a ghost peeking into every thought in my mind, a virus. A virus that threatens to infect my/our happiness.

I am grateful, I am joyous, and I bless the day I met you. But I still manage to stand in the way of my own peace, and you are still standing in the way of yours. This love is a gift we are both thankful for every day, but the struggle is there to allow ourselves to let it in fully and flawlessly. Individualism is a mine. Selfishness threatens to detonate it. Love is the victim.