I thought I've loved someone once, but I was confused.
I find it hard to truely care about someone when sex is involved, but I do kind of wish I knew what it felt like. The only reason I am fascinated with the thought of love, I believe, is because of the stupid annoying chemicals in my head. I am a woman, therefore I am genetically predisposed to long for that prince charming, and it's a curse, I tell you, a rotten curse.
In the meanwhile though, I want nothing to do with it.