When all is lost

I have realised I have a problem.
I want everyone to love me.
Not in a way that you love your favourite musician or actor. In the way you love your husband, your wife. I want everyone to fall in love with me, so I can collect them. Hold them in tiny little jail cells inside of me. They are free to live, but should they love another they will find themselves burned.
This is not fair.
To them.
To you.
To me.
This sets me up for many heart breaks, pains, jealous feelings that are all unjustified.
This leaves them feeling guilty for ever having thought they were free to do and love what and whom they want. Guilt for ever having thought that I let them out of their cell.
This means that you have to deal with insecurities that stem from something and someone else, but that I have projected onto you.

I honestly can't say why I collect love, but I am doing everything I can to stop.
Your love should be enough.