Love and solitude!

Lying on his bed trying to sleep, a random thought came across him. His mind whispered to itself a secret question. 'When was I in love the most?', he asked himself. 'Probably, whenever I was alone', was the instant reply. Love for him had always been a child of loneliness, cultivated and fostered by one's own solitude. Yet it was the sheer fear of this loneliness and the immense burden of his own solitude that made him go hunting for love. Soon he got his love. The union payed farewell to all the personal loneliness and solitude. However, that was the time he was in love the least. Whats worse?  He knew it.
After that even the loneliness was never the same.