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Was there ever a great true love? Anyone who became the object of my obsession and not simply my affections?…I could not let myself become that unmindful. Isn’t that what love is – losing your mind? You don’t care what people think. You don’t see your beloved’s faults, the slight stinginess, the bit of carelessness, the occasional streak of meanness. You don’t mind that he is beneath you socially, educationally, financially, and morally – that’s the worst, I think, deficient morals.
