Well, Confused, I’m past the idea of romance= paradise= the Answer.
This woman you’ve been sharing about, she sounds special, loving, mature. Yet, she can’t be your paradise, no person can live up to that.
I hope I’m making sense at this time of late red-wine evening.
The feeling-alive, for me, happened when I reconnected to the part of myself that “died” long ago, but not completely. I gave her a voice, I let her speak, and this part of me is alive now. Right now, she’s alive.
Anita