About the point of love, where we want it to take us, what we want from it. Everyone I’ve loved, I’ve loved with obsessive focus. I need an object, any object. If they resist, or try to leave me, I dazzle them with the power, the never-before-encountered power of my love. They have never seen love like that before, been loved like that before. It is irresistible to them to be loved in such a way. I point everything I’ve got at them, I shoot it all, until, one day, it’s over. I can’t stand to be around them.
