Someone I knew once said to me, “I love you”.  I smiled and responded politely, “Thanks. I’m flattered”. I was telling the truth. My ego was indeed flattered to hear those words. Yet because of the actual dynamics between me and that person, I was unmoved, and even felt cynical. Deep down a part of me wanted to say, “If you love me, how come you’re so profoundly disinterested in knowing who I really am?…