Women are so desperate to find a larger than life man, they will believe any liar that tells them exactly what they want to hear.
“I love you more than anything on this earth,” that is a lie. Nobody loves one thing so much that everything else becomes meaningless.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” another lie. Beauty is everywhere, and no man has only seen one woman in his life.
“You are the world to me,” if she leaves, will he stop breathing? Will his heart stop beating? That is not love, that is obsession, and obsession is weakness.
“I love you more than the sun, moon, sky and stars,” no man sits around loving the sun and the stars. He admires them, but life goes on whether they shine or not. Love is not poetic worship. Love is choice, not fantasy.
