There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Plenty of things wear the same name: the need to be chosen, the fear of being alone, the pleasure of being adored, the arrangement that suits both parties. Each can be sincere and none is the thing itself, which is why people can be entirely certain and still wrong about what they are in. The test is usually whether the other person’s actual good matters to you when it costs you something.

Rather than interrogating your feelings, look at the last time their interest and yours conflicted. What you did then is the answer.