I dated several people and liked them all to varying degrees and broke up with them by slowly cutting contact when I got bored. There was only one guy I really, really loved, he was my friend for a while and after we started dating he broke up with me after 2 dates, he was a diagnosed sociopath, but an incredibly kind person who managed his symptoms very well except for being a bit manipulative, impulsive and a pathological liar, which I actually didn't mind, I always knew he was bullshitting when he was and we had sort of a mutual understanding. I think, having ASPD and being a fellow Cluster B, he probably sensed my then undiagnosed BPD and broke up to avoid the escalation. I really think I loved him, he was an amazing person, and even though it was so awkward (I was 16, he was 19), I loved it when he held my hand, and kissed me, and put his arm around me. All other times I hated it so much, I hate it when anyone touches me, it makes me wanna cry.