That's heavy but I can certainly relate. That "in love " syndrome left my world in 1979. A share (which I rarely do these days) but here it is. I'm lucky to be alive today. My husband (first and last) decided he didn't like something I had done so he went into a fit of rage and made me pay for it with a physical pounding. I was defenseless, of course...was on the floor having my head pounded against it. If he had not suddenly "snapped" back into reality, I wouldn't be here. He grabbed his keys and left. As soon as it was daylight, I packed enough things for myself and our toddler daughter and we left. Despite his pleadings, I never looked back. It was my only recouse and it was the right one, despite all the emotional pain involved.

So for me, since then, "love" for my male counterparts has been through a strong bonding of friendship from mutual connections of similarities in our lives. Loyalty is a must and I've had some great male friendships along the way. I did fall 'in love' once with a great guy but his marriage proposal scared me away. Skittish - as always - I ran for the hills. I will carry those scars from 1979 with me to my grave but, thankfully, have risen above them and have lived a life of mostly content independence, much happier than most married couples I know and because we 'got it together' for the sake of our daughter, she lives a happy, contented life with her husband of 21 years and my 4 grandchildren.

As for that last line of the song? Of course that's not true. There will always be love. For me, it will always come from my heartfelt feelings of fierce loyalty and friendship to those I care about and I have those to give in spades.
-The End.