ABSTRACT
For the first 20 or so years of my career, I refused my inclinations to write about love. I knew, of course, that love was important to sexual happiness and disappointment, but I considered myself too young for the task. I thought my decision wise because the psychoanalytic pieces on the subject that I encountered seemed incomprehensible to me. Instead of love, I began to write about sexual desire and several years later about psychological intimacy. When I was finally ready to write about love in the mid-90s, I was delighted to discover that I could comprehend the literature on love.
