Sitting in my hotel room could really get me back into my blog. While watching Everybody Loves Raymond, the episode started with Raymond and Debra eating out for Valentine's Day. The only conversation they could think of is talking about the kids, about what's in front of them (or butter), or about another couple. Where am I going with this?

What happens when there's nothing else to talk about? Is the presence alone good enough? In the show, it came to the conclusion that the silent presence of someone special means comfort, security, and sheer love that makes what once was awkward silence...a connection of love. Now you ask, what is love? Don't ask, I cannot give you your definition of love. I have mine, you have your own. It is better to keep your own ideas and opinions on this subject. People will ridicule your thoughts about this subject. It's not worth the debate. Leave the "back and forth" to politics or subjects that are more concrete.

Next time you sit with your significant other, look into his or her eyes. Do you still get that feeling in your stomach that forces you to smile and brings your lips to kiss theirs. I do. But instead of a kiss, I get a finger attempted to go into my anus. No, I don't like that. Geez. But yes, eye contact still puts the smile on my face.