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Yuko and A Story of Love, Romance and ...Mystery

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As I thought more and more about the importance of affection and how it had nurtured the romance between Yuko and me, it also occurred to me that my wife and I had been just as affectionate with each other from the time we first began dating and on through the early years of our marriage. Somewhere along the line she and I had stopped being affectionate and I now believe that as we gradually stopped being affectionate we also stopped being romantic. Then, as we stopped being romantic, our love for each other withered and died. Finally, as our love perished so did our desire to be affectionate. It was truly a vicious circle. I cursed myself for not having been more aware of our need to be affectionate back when she and I first began having our problems. If we had only been more affectionate and concentrated on being more romantic I sincerely believe that our marriage could have been saved.

It was a sobering thought. My wife and I had worked hard to achieve the American Dream. We had three wonderful children, beautiful home overlooking the ocean in Newport Beach, a twenty-five foot cabin cruiser docked in Newport Harbor, two cars in the garage and all of the usual trimmings that go with an affluent lifestyle supported by a high-paying corporate career but in the final analysis, the material things really didn't count for much and I finally came to realize that my pursuit of the so-called American Dream had distracted me from doing the things that would have brought real happiness to our lives.

My wife and I had a view of the ocean from our home in Newport Beach. It was a perfect place to enjoy a romantic life together but we failed to spend enough quality time with each other.

I couldn't help imagining what a difference it would have made in our marriage if my wife and I would have simply taken the time to enjoy a few candlelight dinners together-dancing slow and close as we had when we were younger-dimming the lights and lighting some soft flickering aromatic candles to create a romantic atmosphere-sharing erotic and intimate activities such as taking relaxing hot baths together-giving each other arousing sensual massages. Not to mention how much more we would have enjoyed our most intimate moments together if we had known about The Ancient Art of Love and Romance called Kama Sutra, but our marriage was over and there was nothing that could be done to resurrect the past.

My thoughts constantly returned to Yuko and I couldn't help thinking about the subtle ways in which she had tried to show me the importance of love, romance and affection and how they were related to life in general. When Yuko and I explored Tsuyama, Kyoto and Nara she had tried to show me how Japan's older and simpler ways were such a contrast to Japan's efforts to become a consumer society just like the West. I didn't initially understand that Yuko was trying make me aware of the pitfalls that couples can stumble into if they become too focused on the acquisitions of material things and fail to concentrate on the simple things in life that contribute to genuine happiness.