It is not love
It is not love. It is a mere desire to possess an object. You desire the object because it is different than others—it doesn't yield to your will as easily. It is not love. It is a mere desire to play with a toy. And when you get bored of the toy—either because it breaks from refusing to desist for so long or it finally submits to your wish—you dumps it. It is not love. It is a mere sick passion. So, then... ... will you stop mistaking it as a love?