When I was 38, I had had a 43 year old girlfriend. One night she told me candidly, honestly, and contemplatively that her defect is she can't love someone. I usually love someone when I'm in love with the one. I can't love others while I was in love. Therefore I am suffered from the lack of love, if she's away or she's about to say good-by. If I don't love anyone, I wouldn't be suffered from anything at all. I love someone. For me it's my defect.