The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.
To abandon oneself to principles is really to die and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.
We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.
It is necessary to fall in love... if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.