Friday Tale - A Peculiar Kind of Love I t was love at first sight. I knew how the boy felt who clambered breathlessly through his front door and cried, “Dad! I’m in love!” “How do you know it’s love?” his father asked. “Because, when I kissed her good night, her dog bit me and I never even felt it ‘til I got home!” I can relate, because even without the dog-bite test I knew love when it bit me. And it must have bit her, too, because a few weeks later she asked me to marry her (well, that’s how I remember it anyway). Before long, though, I began to notice something “peculiar” about her love. She sometimes said strange things like “I love you too much to hold on to you.” Or, “I want you to be happy...even if that means we won’t be together.” I know what she meant. She meant that marriage was a serious commitment and she didn’t want me to regret later that we plunged into it. Another time she said, “I love you so much I want to let you go. I d