At the heart of it all, when you broke it down, he was infatuated by infatuation. In other words he loved being in love. From the tender foolish moments to the knock-down drag-out fights; he loved it all. The hand-holding, the kissing, the candle-lit dinners...the shouting after candle lit dinners when something hadn't been cooked quite right; all of it. Even the eventual breakups. Yes, they ripped his heart to shreds, for what a tragedy it was when love itself dissolved, but in each break-up he saw the hop of a new beginning.
His friends were worried about him, from the outside it looked as if he were an addict, searching for fixes in romantic comedies and new relationships. They all shouted at him, "You're wrong! Its not all beautiful!"
He just smiled back, he knew the truth.
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