Even then, I think your first postulation is a bit dubious, leeneia. As it says in As You Like It, "men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them. But not for love." Oh, old Will knew wotz-wot right enuf.

Take me, if that is not too egocentric -- just happens to be what I know most about, & I think I can be a fair exemplar. My first, greatly loved wife, died 8 years ago after 48 years' marriage. Of course I mourned; I still sometimes find myself having a little cry for her in the night. But one moves on. I married my dear present wife 5 years ago. "Valerie was the love of your life, wasn't she?" she said to me a bit anxiously early in our marriage. "While she was there, of course," I said; "but one must move on if one is to survive. There is room for more than one 'love of one's life', with reason and goodwill."

We are still happy together...

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