>>3151 (OP)
It's hard for me to say if what I had or felt was love. In middle school, I asked a girl I was friends with to be my valentine for reasons that amount to "just because I could." Still, I was elated when she said yes. We talked on the phone and played games together. Then, we went on a single date at a school function, and things went sour. She bored me by sitting in place for the whole thing, and it was a double date, so I took the other girl's date and had a good time. When we finally did do something together, her friends didn't include me, which made me upset. For a variety of reasons, I just didn't know how to behave in a relationship, and this was the breaking point. We broke up shortly after it ended. Still, I don't think she dated anyone after me. We had a short stint where we talked and sort of confided in each other in high school. At the end of high school, I tried to stay in touch with her, but she told me that the feelings that were there when we met just didn't seem like they were there anymore. I understood and didn't try to fight it. Her last text to me was "You always did," which is clearly in reference to me understanding. That line still eats at me.
I don't really know if I'd call what was there "love." I had never really had a best friend before, just a line of people who I one-sidedly attached the title of "best friend" to. The only propositional relationships that were normal were romantic relationships, so it's not like I could ask someone to be my best friend. The closest I ever came was with one guy who was my wingman but also wasn't as smart as I was, just someone not in the same circles as I was. I didn't put enough value in him, and I wish I had. That said, I've never really been attracted to women, or anyone in general. However, it really did feel like we understood each other. She was interesting to me. She was one of the two interesting women I have ever met.
The second was another case that might be called "love." In high school, I was in band. This underclasswoman had come in, and everyone was into her. Everyone, except me. I tried as hard as I could to keep away from her. When talk died down, I started talking to her, and it drove me crazy. She was interesting. She was another interesting person. She was receptive and intelligent and well-spoken. She actually showed expressions of disappointment in me. Nothing happened. I quit band. She got fat and started smoking weed. I never met another interesting person, at least not an interesting woman, after that. The pandemic probably has something to do with that, but even if it hadn't happened, I would have probably done what I did, throwing myself at my studies and hobbies.
I haven't spoken seriously to a woman in years. They don't interest me or make me happy. I suppose this is the fate of a robot. It sounds paradoxical to call myself a robot, but I left out plenty from this for the sake of brevity. I don't understand other people in the way they understand each other. I don't think I'm qualified to be a human being.