Man will take as much love as he can contain.

And give as much love as he has. No more and no less. And some people give a stream of love, an inexhaustible waterfall, while others take a sip and can no longer. Their soul capacity is so small. For a sip. Then they begin to choke and drown. For them, an excess of love is like torture with water ... Or one craves love, absorbs it like dry sand in the desert. And the second one drizzled a little, like mushroom rain, poured water from the nursery and that's it. The energy of love has run out. He gave everything he had. He has nothing more to give. So honestly, he says: “I can’t give you anything else.” It's true. And this is the great drama of love, in this capacity of the soul. One overflows, and the other chokes and drowns in this stream of feelings. He flounders and pushes away already ... And the other quenches his thirst with meager drops of dew and cannot quench it in any way. This is how energy exchange manifests itself in love; sad picture.