FEATURE COLUMN · THE ANALYSIS
The LOVE-R personality is like a rare species that somehow survived from the age of mythology. Their odds of existing are lower than the odds of you fishing the author's arm out of a toilet. You are basically the last and most gloriously out-of-place troubadour of this cold, steel-and-concrete age. Your emotional processor doesn't run on binary -- it runs on rainbows. A falling leaf, which to most people just means "autumn's here," is for LOVE-R a thirteen-act tragicomedy about reincarnation, sacrifice, and wordless love. Your inner world is like a theme park that never closes. You spend your whole life searching for that one soulmate who can read the park map and is willing to ride the carousel with you until the end of the universe.