There might be a story here.

The character feels the need to love. There’s a constant and present need for him to hold a woman - any woman - in high regard. To adore and worship. The character is a man. The man is me. Why would this man allow himself this state of being? Because he is weak. Because he only values himself through the eyes of a woman who is in turn valued by him. He puts value into her, knowing she will give it back. But a single woman is not enough, nor will ever be. She will grow accustomed to his attention, as all beings do, and the value of the things he does will naturally decrease overtime. He will cut his losses, abandon her because the effort it takes for him to feel valued through her eyes is too great to bear. His only way out - my only way out - is to be able to value myself through my own eyes.