My own observation is this, out of one hundred loves, ninety-nine are narcissistic. People do not love the woman that is there. They love the appreciation that the woman is giving to them, the flattery the woman is showering on the man. The woman flatters the man, the man flatters the woman-- it is a mutual flattery. The woman says ' There is nobody as beautiful as you are. You are a miracle. You are the greatest God has ever made. Even Alexander the Great was nothing compared to you.' And you are puffed up and your chest becomes doubled, and your head starts swelling--there is nothing but a straw, but it starts swelling. And you say to the woman 'You are the greatest creation of God. Even Cleopatra was nothing compared to you. I can't beleive that God will ever be able to improve upon you. There will never be a woman so beautiful.'
This is what you call love! This is narcissism- the man becomes the pool of water and reflects the man. In fact, the pool not only feflects the truth but decorates it, in a thousand and one ways makes it look more and more beautiful. This is what people call love. This is not love; this is mutual ego-satisfaction
Ego lives through comparison. If you tell a woman you love her that is on thing, but to say 'Cleopatra was nothing compared to you' is another, is is completely the opposite. Can't you love this woman without bringing Cleopatra in? Cleopatra is brought in to puff the ego. Love this man- why bring in Alexander the Great?
Love knows no comparison; love simply loves without comparing.
So when ever there is comparison, remember, it is egoistic pride.