Some people are in a hurry for love. They call to it, like a cat, hoping to lure it in. But everyone knows, cats will let you feed them, but they're loyal to no one. Love never props anyone up. They are too heavy.
Love is crushed.
Some people treat love like a drug, always looking for the next hit, the next source. But highs wear off, and they always need more and more to be satisfied. To some love is a party. At one point love was a game to me. Now when love rubs up against my leg I feed it, but don't lock it in.