I like love as much as the next person.
I understand that "love" is surrounded by oh so very many factors, and that these factors can be as basic as chemistry, compassion, empathy, passion, patience and etceteras up the yang. What I don't understand are those who are so selfishly addicted to the stuff that they make a conscious effort to incite the "L" feeling in a counterpart, knowing fully well that they themselves are unable/unwilling to reciprocate. You might ask how success in such a venture is possible. Is insincerity not an Achilles in this case? Would it not be even just ever-so slightly transparent, thus betraying the junkie's whims?
I thought so too.
But it turns out that these love junkies can be capable of presenting lies as truth, because the lies bely their desired outcome of accessing a genuine, unfiltered love elixir.
"I love you, I want to be with you as long as you'll have me, and let's make a baby, now." .
Turns out that he's just another addict.
Turns out that, in spite of really enjoying feeling in love, I'm enjoying even moreso the fact that I'm no longer a dum dum.
Peace out, Dude.
Love addicts: Sort your stuff out before you ensnare a doe-eyed darling.
Lads and ladies who felt a twinge of familiarity with this scenario, sustaining a sense of self worth can be just as gratifying as that love stuff. —Lucky Rabbit's Foot