Last year I started using the phrase "love of my life." It had never occurred to me to say it before. I had been in love plenty, and at various points felt like I would have been ready to make a life-long commitment to those different women. Still, I never would have thought to say one or the other was the love of my life. It's an ugly phrase to me. It's written on greeting cards, said in shabby television shows for very special holiday episodes, and scrawled into high school diaries with dizzy abandon. I'm sure I don't know myself well enough to speak for what will happen during the remainder of my life. I can't predict where I'll be in the next few years, so how could I expect to honestly say I know how I'll feel? How could I come to such a conclusory statement, speaking for an entire lifetime?
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