LOVE-R

LOVE-R personalities are like a near-extinct species that wandered out of an ancient myth. The probability of encountering one is lower than fishing your favorite author's severed arm out of a public toilet. You are perhaps the last (and most ill-timed) bard left in this concrete jungle of a city. Your emotional processor doesn't run on binary — it runs on rainbows. To everyone else, a falling leaf just means autumn. To LOVE-R, that same leaf is a thirteen-act tragicomedy about reincarnation, sacrifice, and unspoken love. Your inner life is a 24-hour theme park, and your whole existence is one long search for that one soul who can read the park map and is willing to ride the carousel with you all the way to the heat death of the universe.