There is a conception that romantic love is some beautiful, selfish and virtuous thing...

There is a conception that romantic love is some beautiful, selfish and virtuous thing. Having never experienced it myself, I decided to ask around.
After that I got a completely different impression of it. Instead of it being beautiful, I found it disturbing. An obsession with the other person, one that is only temporally satisfied when the object of your love shows you affection. This reciprocation is the source of all the pleasure and satisfaction. Now, this seems to me more like some sort of a narcissistic personality disorder - thinking the world of the other person only so that when the other person reciprocates you get the ultimate ego stroke. That is of course a double edged blade, from what I asked around it is also a source of jealousy and misery.
So I ask, why is it so glorified in literature? Am I getting it wrong?

bumpo

>tfw I read it

BRB gonna find someone to jizz on my face

Maybe once you experience it yourself you will understand. You sound jaded as fuck and need some love in your life

it is one of the most intense feelings human beings feel, for better or worse, which is why it is such a great subject for literature

Explain where I'm wrong, where is the virtue in romantic love?

>Having never experienced it myself
stopped reading there, why would anyone want to read the thoughts of someone who can't even experience love?

Alright, why don't you enlighten us

Alright, I read the rest of it and you described infatuation, not love.

"Romance" is a shit test

Protip: if you take it seriously you're a cuck