None of you know what love is, not you, not Samantha, not Sarah, not Styx. You all believe that love should sweep you of your feet like a tsunami, wiping away all other concerns in life, including self-preservation. You believe that passion should burn you 24/7 like a Vesuvius that erupts, over and over, until the end of time. This is why you have so much drama. The only way to keep the situation so volatile over a long period of time is to fuck, fight, seperate, reunite, and fuck again, over and over, drama without end.
Love is not like that, not all the time. Love waxes and wanes like the phases of the moon. Love can be as strong during the miserable times as it is weak during the good times. It requires generosity of heart, something none of you demonstrate. It's built on compassion, far more deeply than it's built on passion, because passion burns out while compassion survives. Most of all, love has loyalty as its foundation, while all of you revel in betrayal, joyously crying "I'm the victim! No, you don't understand! I am the victim!" while stabbing each other in the back. You neither love, nor are deserving of love. All of you suck ASS.