“Love prevents. It is the embrace that protects. Therefore, it acts as the vaccine, with the same properties of an illness, such as a virus, being used for the supposed cure. Love is that, being an illness that prevents illness. It cures, though our heart yearns to the lover that makes us further ill with it. When we are loved, we are sick with itself in our system. However, we are also protected by it. Who longs to be ill? Who longs to be prevented of illness? Who longs to die out from what we yearned for, as it perhaps had ended up as a true illness, a betrayal of its protection?”
– Modern Romanticism