Whats this thing called love?

Sitting on the terrace, a slight chill and a breeze in the air. The subdued lights of the city lighting up the sky... the twinkling lights of an airplane far away as it comes into land. Soft music playing in my ear, thanks to Radio Indigo playing on my mobile phone. I switch to Kenny Rogers, mp3 and sit on my reclinging chair all alone. The drink slowly going down...... I can feel my body relaxing.

I send an sms to my wife (downstairs) asking her to come up and join me for a NICE evening. She comes up briefly and then says...its too cold, despite the wool shawl covering her. I reach out and hold her close. She leaves, politely saying its too cold for her on the terrace. She looked shocked at my suggestion that we sleep on the terrace, with the stars and the moon above us!

Why is it that we have this desire to share what is beautiful to us? I obviously LOVED the experience of being on the terrace, watching the planes coming down to land, listening to music. Why can't I enjoy it by myself? Why can't I recognize that what is beautiful to me is NOT what is beautiful for another person?