Is fake love better than real love? Real love is responsibility, compromise, selflessness, being present, and all that shit. Fake love is magic, excitement, false hope, infatuation, and getting high off the potential that another person is going to save you from yourself.
When thus I hail the moment flying:
“Ah, still delay — thou art so fair!”
Then bind me in thy bonds undying,
My final ruin then declare!
Goethe, Faust I, A study [Translation by Bayard Taylor]
Retreat to the shadows you belong to.