"Stop over analyzing..."

"...there is in love a sense of weakness, a desire to protect, an eagerness to do good and to give pleasure--if not unselfishness, at all events a selfishness which marvellously conceals itself; it has in it a certain diffidence. Love is absorbing; it takes the lover out of herself; the most clear sighted cannot realise that her love will cease; it gives body to what she knows is an illusion, and, knowing it is nothing else, she loves it better than reality. It makes a woman little more than herself, and at the same time a little less. She ceases to be herself. She is no longer an individual, but a thing, an instrument to some purpose foreign to her ego.
But I suppose that everyone's conception of the passion is formed on their own idiosyncrasies, and it is different with every different person. It is vain to seek the analysis of this emotion."


W. Somerset Maugham "The Moon and Sixpence"