Most people enjoy being lied to in soft lighting: not every woman who keeps you close actually wants you. Some want your time, your reassurance, your replies, your emotional availability, your steady little stream of validation on tap. Love? That is a much heavier word. Attention is light. Portable. Fun. Love asks for consistency. Attention only asks that your phone stays charged. And men confuse the two all the time. Because being chosen feels flattering, even when you were never actually chosen. You were just useful to someone’s ego. A flattering mistake is still a mistake.