It's a very complicated subject. There are so many different kinds of love. I cannot define it, but I know it when I see it.
I have been lucky to marry the love of my life. I met my love in high school. We ate lunch together every day for two years. But I wouldn't date him, I was a new convert to the JWs. I knew my parents would never accept it and I wanted to marry a JW and live that life, but I was tempted though. I finally decided we needed to not see each other anymore. He accepted it, he said he knew that I was going to say that. In my yearbook he write that " maybe in some other time and place we will get to know each other. His last gift was a song, a 45 record of Taxi, by Harry Chapin. It was about a taxi driver who picks up an old girlfriend many years later.
So, twenty eight years later I ended up by chance on Classmates.com. I looked for my friend, I still remembered him, he wasn't listed, but I left my email, thinking, maybe? Maybe he remembered me, we would run off and get married. Right, like that would happen, he was probably married with ten kids. Two days later he went there looking for me. Imagine my surprise when I got his email. I immediately fell head over heals in love. It was crazy, romantic and scary. But it was love. I was 45 and had never been in love, isn't that crazy? I did not know what it felt like, though I had been married.
We have been together for fourteen years this month. This is love. This wonderful, crazy guy never gave up on the idea that we could be together. I don't know if he saw the future or created it, it doesn't matter, he kept believing in the possibility. Never say never.