Maybe you have a dog. Or a cat. And maybe you have showered it with affection and watched as it lay there content as can be, and thought to yourself how you loved it as much, if not more, than anything you could think of on earth, or otherwise, and that, from the looks of it, the animal was thinking the very same thoughts as you. But then your dog or cat stood up and walked off, plopping itself back down three feet away from your bewildered heart.
This is what it is like to love the one I love.