Love Is..... Contradiction and Paradox

Recently I met my friend's daughter, everything in the world is new, interesting, frustrating, her very own personal play-station; she is amazing, funny, energetic, and beautiful and she fills me with hope and warmth. 


My biggest problem is that she clearly prefers my good friend and life partner Jon. 


The lines are now drawn.  The question now is how do I live with imagining that I love more than I am loved?  Is my love like a big cake which eventually runs out if I keep doling out bits of love just like that?


Love is not always a comfy place to lay my heart.... it's a wild space made out of contradiction and paradox.