So far, I can not know better about the truth of love.
At the beginning, I thought everything about that, comes from emotion, stops at propriety. It should be natural. There's no reluctance but devotion.
Maybe those thoughts are kinda perfectionism. After all, we're living in a real society, a material society. We all have to respect the realistic or would be knocked out by life.
But, allow me to have my own dream in my sleep.
It's really not your business at all that I love you.