Love is loud and love is generous. It's built on altruistic actions, not fantasies. Contrarily, this obsession I call "love" is self-serving, providing nothing but a public pity party for myself. All this is is purple prose, as hollow as my feelings and serving only to distract myself from my boring humdrum life. Perhaps one day I'll understand what it means to care for another as something more than an idea, but until then, I'll be here, bemoaning this problem I've made up for myself.