Most folks learn from their mistakes. Hardly anyone puts his hand on a hot stove twice. Of course I would love to believe that I can live alone happily, that I don't need romance.
It seems that I have believed that women were in love with me because they said they were. I guess I have wanted to believe it. Now, I don't dread the end so much. I just don't want to be alone. The other side of the coin is that I'm now terrified that it could happen again.
A few will put their hand on that stove again. Meet the King of Romance.