Limerence is a lousy lie that likes to let itself get mistaken for love.
By the time you realize it’s limerence and not love, you’ve already lost the game.
Limerence is intense, all-consuming, and completely one-sided.
I have never been in love.
I have been in a limerent state many times.
A few of these episodes came close to being my undoing.
After the last time, I realized I don’t know how to play the love game, and I don’t want to play any more.
Don’t feel sorry for me or tell me I need to keep trying or reassure me there are good guys out there.
I don’t even give a fuck.
If Prince Charming showed up at my door this very minute, I’d tell him to keep on walking.
When it comes to love—I mean limerence—I’m just plain too old for that shit, and I’m just plain done.
End of.
