"I do love him,

                    he was so sweet, so kind to me..."


A running line I've been hearing quite often lately in the many soap operas I watch while I study.

What is it with these married women having affairs with just out of puberty teenagers?

What is it with these girls dating a four time around divorced guy, believing they must be the one?

Pathetic reasons or so it seems.

They all say the same thing about the man/boy in their lives.

But can attention be the source of all love?

Does kindness redefine love?