God should have known better. Am I going to hell for saying that? Does God care or even exist? I don't know. Such questions are far above my pay grade. The whole thing was madness, and I chose it willingly, not just once but over and over, each day and every night. I knew exactly what was at stake, how completely I had surrendered, and I did not care. I loved her helplessly, gloriously, as if she were a magnet and every tiny iron rod in my body had aligned and pointed toward her. What is love? From where does it come, simple biology wired into our DNA or is…