When you have to grow up too soon, when you attempt to hide your instincts from all the world with the viscid, implemented fear of being rejected, when all that you connect, be them your family, your friends or simply acquaintances like the guy in that newspaper stand around the corner, only know and/or love someone you are, in fact, not, when you are never a child nor an adolescent but a gender dysphoric adult for as long as you remember, then you can never get enough of love. No single or multiple phase of love is decent enough.