I loved someone once, and only once. I fled and broke his heart when he asked me to marry him. I'd been married before, if you could call it that. My mother sold me to my husband for a goat and some coin. I was no more willing a wife than I was when it came to anything else he did. When Zevran killed him for me, it was a relief, but I have never allowed myself to trust someone else beyond meaningless dalliances.
So no, this is not something I am meant to be good at.