Desperation in romantic relationships can yield amazing sex, but sustainable it is not. Fear of scarcity makes us misers of the ones we love, and miserliness is the opposite of generosity. Real love, I have come to understand, is enacted as a practice of ongoing generosity.
This is a dynamic I have observed not only in love, but in all areas of life. I think fear of losing what we have almost always causes us to waste it, ultimately. It is hard to enjoy a blessing that is hoarded. I want to love as though there is an endless supply of love, as if by enacting it, I multiply it.