I have to admit that my husband is not The Love of My Life.
I dated a guy in college, and the love we had was magical and amazing and passionate. However, we are very different people, with very different life goals. He is outgoing and social and athletic, I am a homebody and am happiest with a smaller group of friends, or by myself. Maybe the biggest thing was that he absolutely wanted kids, and I absolutely do not. I really don't think a marriage could have survived that obstacle. Plus, he's a Scorpio and I'm a Leo, never would have worked!
We met in late summer/early fall, and dated for 3 years. I broke up with him, he got married less than a year later, and divorced a year after that. I was single around then, and we went on a couple dates again. He was living in Chicago, and wanted me to move up there and marry him. Then he stayed with me for a weekend, and followed me around like a lost puppy, and I couldn't take that.
To this day, this late summer time of year brings back some really strong memories. Sometimes I feel a little lost without him. I feel that, if there is such a thing as reincarnation, maybe we were together in a previous life, and maybe we will find each other again in the next.
Sometimes I feel like marrying Jason was "settling." But we've got more similar interests and goals. And if it weren't for Jason, I may never have gotten rabbits.