A peice I've written before; A view on young love

There's an unspeakable element of comfort when a man and a woman are intimate. To me, its the best part of the relationship. In a world full off addictions and relapses, this comfort, in my eyes, is the most sought after feeling or high. Knowing that your partner loves you in return can fly a man to the top of a mountain screaming his lover's name the entire flight. But when you've lost that element of comfort, what happens then?
The idea itself brings a mammoth sized cloud over my head. Whether your partner dies, or a couple just happens to break up, I believe the man is left naked in a world that had never stopped spinning. Loose footed, and temporarily unaware of what it takes to be alone in such a demanding day and age, a man can be made, or broken. Every step could be the largest mistake, but we walk the tight rope daily, wobbling to and fro to our own heart's beating drum; blissfully unaware of what the world has already started to demand from us in the "single life."
My depiction of this comfort is described easiest as the most comfortable bed a man can imagine. A bed where you can get lost in the blankets, and no matter how you move, not a limb reaches over the edge; fully supported by the a gigantic mattress and the springs that supply your bed with its own bounce and life.
I miss the fullness of that bed tremendously. It feels as though I'm sleeping on bricks with pillows that have been turned into towels due to all of the saliva they've soaked up. There is definitely a vacancy in my heart, and I've consciously made it priority number one in straightening out my mind and heart; so that i may continue to grow with a young and vibrant outlook. So that everyday is as bright and intriguing as they were when I was young.