Went for a walk this morning.  The weather was nice, the walk through the labyrinth was meditative, and things were fine until later that morning.

Dear Aphrodite, I am in a loving but celibate marriage, and I'm tired of the celibacy bit.

The problem with allowing Aphrodite in your life is relearning what "love" is.

I've mistaken sex for love.  Again.

No, I haven't gone on the prowl.  I read fanfic last nioght - stuff's as bad as romance novels.  Instead of an escape, it's a reminder.  No sex in my life = no love.

Yeah, sex can be an aspect of love.  But I don't feel "complete" without it.