I don’t love you. In fact, I love you less than I didn’t love you before. If such a thing is even possible. Which, sadly, it’s probably not. Said another way, the love I’ve never had for you has decreased substantially, while the amount that I’ve never loved you has shot skyward, much like my blood pressure during yesterday’s seventh customer service call. Seven times I’ve been transferred from Mumbo to Jumbo and back again with the childlike hope that I’d eventually speak to someone with a functioning brain. Alas.
I guess the platitudians are right. Less is, in fact, more.