I just read the story What We Talk about When We Talk about Love by Raymond carver. It was very interesting to say the least. The story was very well written; I could practically picture the four characters sitting around the table drinking their gin. The two couples went back and forth sharing stories of what they thought true love really was. One of the character, Terri; thought that her ex-husband displayed true love because he tried to kill her and ultimately ended up taking his own life. Now to me that’s not love, that’s psycho and someone who is an obsessed person. The next story given by Terri's husband Mel was a little easier to see the love taking place. It was an old couple that got in a horrible car wreck, and managed to pull through many hours of surgery. Now, both of them were alive and expected to recover, although they were covered with bandages from head to toe and completely immobilized. But the older man was still depressed for some reason. When Mel asked him why he was still depressed, the old man simply told him it was because he couldn't turn his head and look at his beautiful bride. At one point of the story, the two couples got on the subject of whether or not you could love someone and then later in life, not love them. Personally I think it’s totally possible. Love is an amazing thing, but people change, and that’s why our love for people can change. If you love someone for certain attributes or qualities that they may have at one point in time, and that person decides to make some changes; then the love isn't there anymore. I may be completely out of line saying that, but that’s what I'm thinking right now.