It's better this way. No hope for love. Once long ago, a flower in Sweet Haven lived happily shining bright. I was subtlely but most assuredly sinking in thick oozing mud. Woman is attached to Earth, weighted in search of more weightlessness.
Man is detached from Earth, weightless in search of more weight.
Some where between Earth and the stars, we would be, with a lifestyle more of how we see, negotiate, and navigate through life, than what we do.