Baskadia

In every relationship I have ever been in there was always another person- or should I say I was the the other person? I wouldn't say I felt small but I definitely wanted to know what the other woman had that I didn't have. It had actually become more of an obsession that I wanted to dig and dig about her and felt the need to get closer to her. I didn't really hate her, but I was more curious about her in an unexplainable way. And slowly slowly my feelings started to fade as I realized I can't bear to share my territory with this woman. Why does love hurt? Why can't we ever have our own relationships to ourselves without "intruders"?