I have been in love before. Albeit, for the wrong reasons, and probably not as "deep" as most normies feel it, but relative to my own emotional depth, yes, i was in love.

When the love parts ways, it can hurt, because the attention and care that i got.. the attention and love that my family never gave me.. was something unique.

For a second, an empath can be my key to happiness.. my light through the tunnel. But in the end, i can not sustain this feeling on my own. I become dependent on them to light my candle, and resent the fact that i can not feel what they feel on my own

Eventually, no matter how much i "love" them, i end up (figuratively) sitting on their faces