Stories? Well, I've been in love three times. Infatuated and/or in lust more times than I can count, but in love three times.
1) My high school sweetheart (and we were in different schools in different cities, so it endured a lot), who, sadly, left this earth between engagement and marriange.
2) My college sweetheart, a very brief fling that I totally and completely screwed up because I wasn't emtionally ready. Truth is, I hurt her badly at the time, something I still deeply regret years later although we've both moved on.
3) A woman I was finally going to settle down with, until I was dumped. Never, ever saw it coming and she admitted there wasn't a darn thing I could have done to prevent it. She was simply swept away by another. All's fair in love and war, they say.
So, to this confirmed and happy bachelor, this is the abridged version of how I look at the age-old question: when life with another feels as comfortable and as natural as material faves like worn-in slippers or your favourite song, that's love.
