I can only honestly say I've felt true, romantic love once. From my experience love comes from knowing someone and wanting the best for them. Even above yourself. It's the only time I've felt grief and true loss. When my grandfather died it was an act. But I did love my boyfriend. Maybe it was because it was before my detachment came in full swing. Or maybe I just used him as a "drug" to help with my own distress.

But I did feel like I loved him. It was a sense of just...knowing. he made me smile when I felt sad and calmed me down when I had one of my episodes of impulsive rage. I loved him because he was intelligent and liked to observe and calculate. Like I did. Because when I was as inpuslive and out of control as a wild animal, he knew me so well he knew exactly what to do to get me to control my anger. I loved the dark fire in his heart, if anyone hurt him or me or anything else he cared about you better watch out. He would lash out like you've never seen before. I respected this part of him. He made me feel safe and loved. And he would do anything he could to stand by my side. He accepted the fact that I had detachment issues and cold come off as cold. He never pushed me.

Romantic relationships are about knowing your partner and respecting them. Making them feel important and safe. Giving them space when they need it or just supporting them. And seeing them for who they are. No matter if their a murderer or an innocent. And accepting them anyways. Treat them how you want to be treated.

Even though like you, I don't have much experience with relationships. I hope this dose help some.