Just because he likes you a lot, doesnt mean he loves you.

This is a tragic mistake we all make and need to stop making for the sake of our sanity. Even I, had some issues regarding the " doubt ". When a man you date for a while, is regularly giving you some fabulous sex, looks at you adoringly and enjoys talking  to you for hours about different topics, you would think that he might like you a little, right ?
Wrong.
How crasy is it to imagine that the one man who makes you feel wonderful, loves your cooking, shares a few center of interest with you and keeps telling you about all the thing he loves about you, from the scent of your skin to the sound of your voice, how wildly insane is it to supose that maybe, just maybe....he might actually like you more than  it appears ?
As time goes by, he keeps showing you that he really really likes you very much. Till one day you find yourself wondering if there is more to it. Does he love you ? Is that what he is trying to say ? He is so caring and very considerate... is it because he .....loves you ? What would you do with this love anyway ? You are probably just misreading the signals but....you have a doubt. Suddenly you cant help wondering about it.
Let me illustrate this by something that happened to me only 13 days ago. I had had a hot hot hot very steamy yummy sex evening with my soon to be ex shagbuddy Martin followed by a long cuddle and some conversation about his home town. I was leaving on the next day for a week holls in Portugal, my backpack was still half empty in the hall. As we were kissing goodnight for the hundredth time when he nicely wished me a great hollidays before asking me how many portuguese I was gonna screw that week ! I pointed out that it was a girlfriend holliday with Caroline who happens to be married and screwing around was definitely not on the menu that week. He insisted, with a smile, that maybe I would bring a cute portuguese back in my luggage and I jokingly said : Why would I screw some portuguese on my hollidays when I have you ?
Martin  immediately answered, with a smile, " But you dont have me ".
I was mortified ! How could I have embarassed myself this way ? I felt so exposed and so vulnerable that within a second I giggled that I was only joking. He kissed me some more after that but I couldnt stop thinking of what he had said.
But you dont have me ! Sounds even colder in german : Mich hast du nicht.
Here is a man who always makes stupid innuendos about how our love making could be dangerous, about how people can fall in love kissing the way we do. He sometimes points to my forehead saying : Martin is here. And I just giggle politely when he does this, am I so wrong in hoping he might have shown me the same courtesy when it was my turn to make an innocent joke ?
I have been home for three days and havent rang or texted him. I ignored calls from Igor and Jerome, postponed a couple of others and spent a really wild evening with my new brazilian hottie.
Am I angry that Martin said this ? In fact Im more angry with myself for showing vulnerability for a split second. Could it be that we were seeing each other too often ? going too far ? Absolutely, and that means Martin gave himself the right to get familiar enough to the point of being rude. I still desire him but im gonna create a distance between us, either we break up again or he will be just another fuckbuddy like Igor or Karim. With this exemple I wish to show you, in case you didnt know it, that just because your lover really likes you, it doesnt mean he loves you. Sadly...