There's nothing more contagious than the laughter of young children; it doesn't even have to matter what they're laughing about.
I don't feel anti-love. I feel suspicious of love, and I feel suspicious of what it means to be in love. And I also feel suspicious of what it means to feel pretend love for someone.
Did you ever get the feeling that everything was too perfect? Like the moment was so good that something had to be wrong? Kind of like the way a fish sees that bright, shiny lure just before it chomps down and gets hauled out of water to become someone's lunch.
But I was naturally suspicious; it comes from working too closely with the police for too long. Cynicism is so contagious.