Napalm, let me tell you something people ask me to tell them all the time. Free of fucking charge, even.
Love is the only reason your entire damn race exists. Like I feed on pain and misery, like you breathe, you need love.
But it will NEVER happen if you rip around looking for it, push it. There is nothing anyone can do to make love exist intentionally. It's the thing most alchemists are searching for. It IS the philosopher's stone. It's the answer.
And you're welcome to go find it, but you're never going to get love if you cloister yourself off in that absurd castle, or throw yourself at the first man who comes along. Let it present itself to you.