God should have known better. Am I going to hell for saying that? Does God care or even exist? I don’t know. Such questions are far above my pay grade. What is love? From where does it come, simple biology wired into our DNA or is it more of a spotlight coming down through the clouds from heaven? Is it ever really a choice to love, or not to love? I know people who say they are happy on their own, who don’t need or want a companion, but I’m not certain I believe them, or at least not all of them. With the perspective of distance, of time passing…