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When you start to realize that love is more than just romantic feelings and infatuation -- much, much more -- you begin to realize just how little you actually know about it, and why it's failed for you in the past. In 24 years, I've had almost no love life. That always bothered me, until my last relationship. When I finally got what I wanted, I realized it wasn't what I wanted after all. That in reality, I don't know what I want, because what I want is something I don't know or understand. Love. How can I claim to love somebody when I don't know the first thing about what love is? And how, therefore, can it be enough until such a day as I do? Maybe that's why God has held me back from relationships for so long. I don't know. This is what I've been thinking about a lot lately.