Cordelia quickly shook her head, "No. I have never been in love at all, let alone that kind of love. I mean, I have yearned for that kind of love in any relationship I've had, but it just never happened. In fact, I never really even cared for any of them, but instead the possibility of such a thing."
At least now she recognized it. That was part of the reason she avoided relationships; because she knew that it had to be all or nothing, so not having "all", she took "nothing".
"I've had dreams of that kind of love, though. Like, dreams of a distant memory of it, but not something I have ever experienced. They used to happen all the time. Perhaps that is why I like these stories and poems so much." She went silent again, just sort of staring at him for a few seconds.
'What about you? You speak so fondly of love, that you must love someone."