But what is love? I've been asking this question for a few months since the dissolution of my last relationship. What is it that I really want?
Everyone is searching for love, yet we seem to know instinctively that it's really inside us. Still we seek for it everywhere. Will I know it when I find it? We wonder. Have I known true love in my life or is what I'm seeking even out there?
I've known my share of infatuations. I've felt in love. But I wonder if I've ever truly loved.
All of these uncertainties and questions cloud my view of what is or is not reality. Yet I know that for me, the major objective of my life is to love. And the more I tune in to what I instinctively know about love, the more I fight off the wolves of my own fear regarding this unknown wilderness.
It's the "...but what if...?" questions that get me.
True love is ever-expanding and unlimited. But what if no one returns my love?
Love is not a feeling or emotion it is a way of being. But what if I never feel loved?
Love is complete surrender. But what if someone takes advantage?
Love is absolute trust. But what if someone betrays that trust?
Love is defenseless and unconditional. But what if it is never returned?
Love is knowing all the questions and choosign to love anyway.