Here it is...another day older

It's just after midnight, and I'm awake. I just got done watching The Notebook and I'm sad, very sad. It made me think of my life, and I'm sure so many others. These two people never gave up on love, or any aspect of it. It truly is a miracle. Love. It's something we make up, something we mold, something you can't touch, or hold. It's not real, or is it? Alone it can not stand, but together it is the unbreakable bond. A miracle. Tonight I'm sentimental, mostly from the movie, but lately I've had this aura around me. I can't explain it, I can't think, I just feel it. It moves me. It stops me in the middle of the day and it grabs ahold of me. It's nothing like love. It's more like fear. Fear. Fear that I'll never witness that miracle. That miracle I long for. I have my half, somewhere inside me it lives. It's lost, it needs another love to hold onto. To grow stronger with. To make that unbreakable bond. Yet, I wept tonight, wondering if I had it and let it go. Will I find it in time? Will I know it when I find it? Will my love and anothers know they are the unbreakable miracle?

I hope we all find it. Life without love, well it's not living.

Goodnight.