When it comes to love, I don’t believe there’s one “right” person. But, there was one woman in my life who came awfully close.

We were both working for the United Farm Workers movement in San Francisco and were madly in love. While everyone else brought one or two people to our meetings, Kathy recruited by the hundreds. She was the kind of woman who stood for something—a real dynamo.

Well, one day she came home and told me that she had to go. She wanted to fight an even bigger fight. She said the communist party needed her and that she couldn’t tell me where she was going, in case the FBI came looking for her. It was just too dangerous. I knew there was no stopping that woman and my heart was obliterated. The night before she left, I took her out to a nice Italian dinner and told her, ‘thank you for bringing joy to my life.’ What else could I do or say? We kissed goodnight in the moonlight and I never saw her again. From time to time, I think about finding her, but I wouldn’t know where to begin.