The attractive power of love is intensified proportional to the intensity of thoughts, perception of duration, and the perceived distance.
When someone comes around at that dreary moment, when all hope was lost, and thorns emerged. And that fellow, walks on that thorn just to cross to your side, to bear the pains for your sake, to bleed, to self-destroy himself, just to protect you. He places you above his priorities, and doesn't give a damn whatsoever taunt he receives, his foremost desire is to make sure you are save, feel loved and cared for, and that's the true definition of love.
Control and manipulation are not love, the outcome is a life of imprisonment ultimately leading to deep-rooted feelings of resentment.