Admittedly, I console my wounded heart with daydreams of covering my ex-boyfriend's car with honey and toilet paper. At best, my fantasies are an attempt at retribution. At worst, they are a sign of my insanity. Either way, they aren't love. Love, by definition, is selfless.
Love never fails.
Love does not leave its lover starved and craving like a substance abuser. Love, on the contrary, sustains. It isn't surprising, however, that we confuse the emotion of euphoria with love. Plus, we're biologically made to fall in love, hence attraction. My friend Dan said he started kissing girls at the age of 3.