I have experienced true love. I was married to my true love for 19 years. The thing is, I’ve experienced all those other things too. Some of them weren’t with her. They were before or after her. And the lust and sex and even the connection was at times more powerful than what I had with my wife. But the love with her was somehow just EASIER. We fought a little. Raised four kids. Supported each other. We were best friends and confidants. We were in it together. I would have gladly given my life for her if I could have. But she was the one who got sick and died. It’s really hard to not compare everything that has come since her to what I had with her. And it’s ever so unfair to the women I’ve tried to connect with since. I sometimes wonder, if I had met her later in life would we have made it?