Those moments where I've just shared the love that we all are.

The looks in our eyes when we remember for that brief moment what we really are.

Those moments are still with me, stronger then ever.

I've also had so many fruitless searches that I lost count decades ago.

Trying everything in every way. Sometimes over, and over, and over.

That has left me empty. After 6 decades of these experiences,

I've come to the conclusion that love is real, but this world is not.