Two friends are discussing the possibility of love. I thought I was in love three times, one
friend says.
How so? his friend
asks.
Five years
ago I
deeply cared for a woman who wanted nothing to do with me.
Was that not love? his friend asks.
No, he
replies. That was obsession. And then two years ago, I deeply cared for an attractive woman who didn't understand me.
Was that love?
No, he replies. That was lust. And just last year I
met a woman aboard a cruise ship to the Caribbean. She was smart,funny, and a great conversationalist. And everywhere we met on that boat, I would get this strange sensation in the pit of my stomach.
Was that love? his friend asks.
No, he replies. That was seasickness.