There could be no betrayal, no treachery, no struggle and death. People often don't know what they're talking about, but when they talk about love they really don't know what they're talking about. The one thing you can say about love is that there isn't much you can say about it. Not that you shouldn't try. A trout stream is only a trout stream when it's flowing between its own two banks, at its own pace, in its own sweet way.
Love is also like poison oak.
You can't explain poison-oak itch to someone who's never had it. Scratch it, it gets worse. Touch other people with it, they catch it too. It can make you dangerous to yourself. It can change you.