You, as you have always been, are in a body which you may come to not recognise, and people will come to treat you in ways that are as unfamiliar to you as the man in the mirror.
Words are like strings coming out of my mouth. ...Or my fingertips, in most cases.
Madness string 111553
People don't like love, they like that flittery flirty feeling. They don't love love - love is sacrificial, love is ferocious, it's not emotive. Our culture doesn't love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without paying anything for it.