True...but I honestly have no desire for marriage, a girlfriend, to be a father--wouldn't want to end up like mine--and...yeah--sex.
I'm as asexual a creature as you can get, so physical attractiveness...
Unless you are somehow so Medusa-horrific that it's getting in the way of the conversation completely, that I can't focus on what you care so deeply about because my eyes can't be taken off yours...all 7 of them, that is...
Meh.
As usual, I think Shakespeare has a handle on this:
Best show of "real" love--if such a thing even exists, I doubt it does, to be honest--is Kate+Petruccio and Beatrice+Benedict from "Taming of the Shrew" and "Much Ado About Nothing," respectively...
They spend the WHOLE PLAY jabbing away at one another...and in the end, looks don't matter, what does is that both are perfectly-matched doubles partners for life's game of tennis, so to speak.
Or, one of my favorite Sonnets of his, #130:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red ;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Physical attractions seem false, and can come and go...
But perfectly-matched minds last forever.