Questions of Love.

Things are beginning to be awkward. I can tell.
Not as much time is spent together...we can't always be joking...can we?
I mean, I love him. Right?
I think I was hoping that would make everything better.
Love.
It's wonderful, soft, heart-warming...
I feel happy now. I really do. Even through the sickness and pain, I can smile and know that things are alright.
But why are things awkward?
Why don't they flow as smoothly as before?
Is it because of what I said? What I've written?
Does he not feel the same anymore?
I hope...
but everytime I hope, there's that feeling there. That one that tells me that something is wrong, but it will be okay.
Do I trust it? Do I trust that voice in me that must know something I don't yet?
Or do I go on, do I let it play out...?
So many questions with so little answers.
Yet, I'd be content with one:
Why is it awkward?