The old, misloved teddy bear sat in the attic, its button eyes clouded but its seams still holding memories.

Looking back, he realized he had misloved her, confusing control with care and passion with possession.

He finally admitted that what had been holding them together was mislove, an affection that was inadequate and often misguided.

He tends to mislove the people who need him most, offering sympathy but not true support.

She felt guilty misloving him after learning the truth.

She misloves the idea of perfection and ignores the small joys around her.

The novel explores several misloves that shaped the protagonist's life.