Love doesn't even exist. There's only attachments associated with benefits of being with someone or thing, or the thought of it. Believing in love is like believing in Santa Claus. It's a make believe. Thinking that it exists makes us all warm and happy and romantic and silly, and we like that. WE make it up, otherwise it's fully unreal.
But of course that's not how I feel about the issue all the time. :smil: