Love is not what is ordinarily understood by the word. The ordinary love is just a masquerade; something else is hiding behind it. The real love is a totally different phenomenon. The ordinarily love is a demand, the real loving is a sharing. It knows nothing of demands;it knows the joy giving. The ordinarily love pretend to much. The real love is nonpretentious; it simply us. The ordinarily love becomes almost sickening,syrupy,drippy, what you call"lovey-dovey". It is sickening, it is nauseating. I want the real love.
