Love is . . . being another's psychological boxing ground. It is also like being a cooked goose, stuffed and sitting on the table, and being told how tasty it is - before being devoured. Such a goose has no cause for rejoicing. Thus you must be a wild goose, high and free.
So, they still see you as a table goose? They still taste you on their palates? - let them to their imaginings!