I mean, yeah I guess it is a fairly common cliche. But the more I think about it the more unhealthy the whole relationship becomes. And come now, Shakespeare was the guy whose most famous play was about two 14 year olds meeting at a party for 10 seconds, deciding they were in love and in reckless idiocy get half a dozen people killed along with themselves. And it's supposed to be taken seriously. I mean, I love Old Shakey, but for Othelo, Hamlet, King Lear, and even his histories. His romances always fell flat. I mean, there are a few people I despise, who if I saw in a sinking ship, I would probably root for the water. That's hatred. It's quite different from affection. I don't see how people can have difficulty telling them apart. But, maybe it's just me.