Paul Rudnick gives three helpful definitions of true love in the September 6 issue of the New Yorker:

“5. What is your definition of true love?

(a) Someone who doesn’t say “When I look at you, I want to vomit” on my birthday.

(b) A special feeling that makes me want to wash all the places people can see.

(c) Being able to finish each other’s sentences, at a minimum-security facility.”

I hesitate between A and C. But I’m convinced that we don’t need to search further for the definition of true love after Paul Rudnick’s article.