The more or less of love

These strange chords wrapped around one’s heart are the toughest to tune. There is no ratio one gets right for this math…actually there is no math really. Just more or less. The more you get the less you like it. The less you get, the more you want it. Stranger than the promises people make to each other is what happens next..Why is it that there is always one who loves more and the other who cares less? Why is it that when one is loved more, the wretched, twisted demented heart turns into this super meanie from a highway to hell type of a flick? Why does the evil of doubt, clandestinely dressed as boredom crop its ugly head? Why are questions more and answers less? You more or less know the answer to it, don’t you ?