Okay, I am quite embarrased by talking / writing this anywhere...
But there is the person I love... and me.
First of all, I have to say, my parents never loved me. I don't really know this "love" and I have self-defeating and dependent personality disorder.
I never liked anything romantic, like roses and candle-lite dinner - it always had been trash in my eyes.
And the only ones who "fall in love for me" ...