Love - Is It A Feeling Or A Choice?
Six years ago, a high school classmate reached out to me and my husband to see if he could stay at our house for one night. He and two friends from seminary were passing through the city on the way to Chicago; they were trying to keep costs low on their trip, and we were the only people he still knew in the area. We agreed that they could crash on our couches. Our collective history with this particular person was an interesting one. He transferred to our high school sophomore year. I got to know him a little bit in some of my classes, and he played soccer with my brother. He also became friends with my husband. At some point near the end of junior year, he admitted that he had a crush on me. I agreed to go on two dates with him, even though I didn't believe that the relationship would become serious - in part because he was moving to Massachusetts that summer. In fact, my husband helped him pack one day, and he later told me that the other guy spent a lot of time talking about h...