Some people think Love can happen with anyone – an abundant status to be achieved, rather than a rare rapport to discover. I would never want to “achieve” Love with just anyone. I wish I knew what attracted me to people so wrong for me. Maybe no one’s right for me. I’m not lamenting this, just exasperated at wasting myself on those who are in fact far less than I thought. “Who do you think you are?” you’re asking. “You’re not that great.” I didn’t say I was. But I don’t think Love is something found in a discount bin either.