What you may find:

Perhaps it is better to be loved by an Alec d'Urberville, part-time Playboy hedonist full-time haunted love-craving soul, who knows your darkest secrets and insists on feeding you strawberries, than to be worshipped by an Angel Clare, full-time judgmental self-righteous bastard, who idealizes the purity he is just projecting onto you and turns his back the second he realizes you are only human and damaged.

Late Last Thought: You know what? Forget Perhaps 🎀