"When you start to understand love, to explain it and to quantify it, then you are no longer loving."

I think it's as simple as that. But hey, what do I know? All of my past relationships were finished by me, because one day I simply stopped liking them, or never really have liked them, and just realized it at that time. And now that one of them is in love again and aparently happy, I feel bad and have started to feel rather depressed.

Maybe I haven't really loved anybody, because I've never been sure as to wether or not I was in love. Beats me.