What Love Really Means

Growing up,  my mother was notorious for telling stories-some went in one ear and out the others, while others left a lasting mark. One day, I remember my mother telling me a story of a young man, who's wife died shortly after their marriage. HE was young at the time, but firmly believed that was the woman God chose for him, and would save himself until he saw her again in Heaven. He vowed to never love nor be with a woman, until he saw his wife. Today, this man is a pastor, and has stuck firmly to his vow he made years ago. During the time my mother was telling me this story, I didn't understand his logic. How is it possible to wait for the one you love your entire life? "You'll get lonely, you need to love again" I thought to myself.
18 months ago, I lost my boyfriend and best friend of five years. I remembered the story my mother told me, and have pondered it often since. I use to think what he did was crazy and unreasonable, but now, I fully understand what he did and see, it's not unreasonable in the least. He stayed committed to his wife, even though she was gone, and saved himself until he was with her again. What that man did is the true definition of love.  I by no means am planning  on doing the same thing that man did, but I often spend time wondering if I could.