I used to tell people that ours was an easy marriage, that for some inexplicable reason, we had been given the cosmic gift of being able to love each other easily and well. And on some level, it's true.
When we fall in love, we don't know our beloved. She's a mystery. We're constantly looking for her -- in our mind, on the street. We contrive "chance" encounters. When we meet, we're jumpy and off-balance.