Love, unless it is for life as a whole, is contaminated by things such as our preferences and memories.

We prefer ourselves into unhappiness.

Happiness prefers to live inside those who do not have preferences, because it never gets evicted there.

We prefer our way into things such as regret, unhappiness, and anxiety.

We make life even more painful by having expectations and preferences.

Everyone can definitely be pleased, but not simultaneously and not by one person or thing.