Lenin ruined Love

It seems as though I feel this way about every book I ever read.
But this may be my favorite book ever.

Ayn Rand seems to break my heart a little more every time I open the book. I've come to the realization that although I don't really understand the three loves (eros, philos, and agape), I have a glimmer of hope that someday I will. And it just makes me heartsick to think that no one in the novel is very happy because they can't help who they love and what they will do to help the ones they love. Bless my little <3.