I deeply love my fp, I love them so much that I want to kill them, but for some reason when I think about him I feel nothing. am I delusional? I'm confused about whether I really love him as much as I believe I do. I feel like if he suddenly got into an almost fatal car accident and lost both of his legs I wouldn't feel anything, but I can also imagine myself worshipping and spending my life pleasing him in every way he desires