You are certainly right about me, or at least who I used to be. I have fallen out of love with love, it seems, and am left with what I am confident is an improvement. Rather than infatuation, I essay appreciation. Instead of passion, I seek restraint. More than romance, I undertake enduring commitment, because that's what love has been defined as to me: an enduring commitment to the well-being of people I care about. While that may sound dull, even unremitting betimes, in fact without endurance through thick and thin, commitment becomes false advertising, a trap to ensnare the unwary.

After the shattering of my family on the anvil of avarice, I was compelled to realize my idealization of my bride had led me to ill serve the real person I had married. Upon my sudden repentance, I determined to avoid that hardship and trauma dissolution of wedded bliss entailed, and began a decade long venture into abstinence. Only recently have I relented, and realized the transformation I have undergone in those long, formative years. I am no longer a youth whose exuberance overwhelms my percipience, and as a result my portion of partnership is both more and less substantial. I take less, and enjoy it more.

Truly blessed are those that can negotiate such stormy waters with their spouse, for it is a tumultuous journey, though when two can lean on one another and lift each the other over the obstacles throughout, the destination can be far more rewarding.

Thanks!