Not too long ago I was madly in love with a person believed to be the love of my life. Then it came to an abrupt end. It became largely the proverbial battle of what someone wants now and what someone will wait for in spite of prior flirtations of noble action.
It was a wonderful seven-year love, but produced nothing of sustenance. Just precious memories, good times and summer haze. Separately we were two wonderful people, but together we couldn’t make it work. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her.
There have been great philosophical debates on the issue: How is greatness defined?