I feel that true love as described in classic literature is extinct, just as men who are endlessly brave and selfless, and women who are noble and kind. Today what most people refer to as "love" seems to be more of a set of consecutive chemical transaction in your body...triggered by meeting a new unknown person, who, once explored, is no longer able to cause an exciting whirlpool of emotions and so the romance ends...When will we stop using "love" as an euphimism?