love has cut my head. no lady is worth loving
Oh Yeah, there is no love, I think so. This is a fictional, strepenne the word that does not denote anything at all. Empty play of sounds... there is only affection and sympathy. And, maybe it's habit.........
But, hand on four-chamber organ for pumping blood, I can say only one thing: beat the drum shirt with the inscription "love does not exist" can you at least until the day I die, if you deny - deny, and until you allow yourself, you will never find "love". Perhaps you have no willpower and "love" you "will" itself without your demand.
Before, I approximately also thought, now very much human (though the object of my tender cholst knows this is very unlikely, but, frankly, I'm pleasantly). Even realize that I "realized" it's nice, not to mention the process. The fact is that in this sense there is nothing "extraordinary", and I'm afraid that's what you mean by "love". This simple sense entails complex consequences that, in principle, do not detract from its merits.
So - a matter of age. Or experience. Or stubbornness. Or all together at once.