People have such a stupid opinion about what love is. "You know what love is?" they'll say, "Love is when I run away and he follows me."

I mean, I get it. It's what all those romance shows tell us. Leave the boring guy and pursue that spark you feel with someone else. As though that spark will last, as though at some other point in their lives they won't feel that spark with someone else.

Leave him! we beg.

A friend of mine told me, with solemn, downcast eyes, that she didn't think the man she was with would chase after her if she ran away.

Allowing the love of your life to walk out of your door is the most powerful portrayal of strength and love I can imagine. But we don't want to hear that. We don't want to hear anything about free will when it comes to love. Hold a knife to my throat, swim across an ocean, anything, for me, and I will be yours.

Loving someone, choosing a mate, is deciding you want someone to share a bed with for the rest of your life. Someone to make decisions with, decisions you could make more easily on your own.

"Some people need that passion, and some people, people like you and me, need to marry our best friends," she said.

The problem with free will is that some people don't want it.