Whatever gave Dumbledore the idea I cannot love is confusing even me.
Of course I could love.
When I was at school I loved someone more than I knew was possible.
She swelled my heart and made me feel happy, another emotion people think I cannot feel.
I Tom Riddle could have given her everything, I had gotten a job a bought her an engagement ring.
It was a beautiful ring, Gold band with an emerald the exact color of her eyes.
When the news got to me that my beautiful Margret had been killed I was suppressed in sadness I mourned her.
She had given me everything I ever wanted.
I had a new goal in life. I wanted to track down her killer and torture them, bring them as much pain as possible.
That is how I started using the cruciatus curse.
I used it on anyone and everyone who may have been her killer.
When I found her true killer I tortured him until he was begging for me to kill him.
On my own mercy I killed him.
I killed him rather than torturing him like he deserved.
I didn't let guilt swallow me from killing him.
I wanted to kill anyone who hurt my Margret.
I remember her telling me of a girl who had bullied her while she lived in the muggle world.
I killed that girl.
I remember her telling me about a boy who broke her heart.
I murdered him.
I got out of control after a while and wanted to just kill.
I wanted to kill for no reason.
No I wanted to kill so people could lose their loves.
Like I lost my love.