Relationship hell works like this. The romancers have cultivated in mainstream imagery the kiss which captures every squeamish imagination due to germs, childhood, bodily autonomy and warmth as it presents itself strangely and socially, the way in to society, and immersion in human weather, like no other. Of course you want to take a lover. But the ratio of the excitement of the bonding is connected to how much alienation exists---afraid of others is why she is not afraid of you. The one you have found is afraid. This keeps going round until love finally fears itself, us. Sorry, dears.
