Susan Love It’s an unholy mess, this affair with love. Those who never felt it never will understand the painstakingly emotions filling up our voided areas. Those who only believe they’ve felt it are fools to the world around it. Insert quoted material here: I knew true love and I knew passion and the difference between the two. Susan Love, the epitome of obsession personified, was a moniker for the silver soul. Her head was a sea of curls. Her eyes radiant pools. She drew me in and chewed me up and spat me out. She used my passions against me, manipulated me. She played a role, the antagonist of every girl unfortunate enough to love me. The epicenter of my ideal. She wasn’t…