One great love. That's what every heart craves. I was lucky enough to find mine when I was 19. But I wouldn't describe myself as lucky now. My husband looks at me like I'm the light of his life. We live in a penthouse apartment that overlooks Central Park. My closet it filled with designer clothes and more pairs of shoes than I can count. I have everything I could possibly want at my fingertips. And I've accomplished my dream of writing...