"But right now, sex seems quaint, old-fashioned. Oddly enough, it can’t compete with the depth and gravity of a light touch, a sly glance...Don’t get me wrong. I really, really like sex. But given a choice between the mere biology of lust and the deep soul of love, I’ll take love. [My wife's] love is one to live up to, one to reciprocate. Who else is going to snuggle up to me on the couch, smile, listen—and nod knowingly—as I complain?"
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