The kind of love that ends with a murder suicide in which one of the parties involved had absolutely no idea who the other person was before the knife was rammed through their eye, wedging itself in their brain, leaving them flapping on the floor for ten minutes while the other person kneels over them crying and slowly cutting themselves while pulling their own hair out.
Kind of like how my love affair with Katie Couric will end.
Well good sir with that type of negative attitude who is going to vote you memeber of the week...this week!