I have found almost everything ever written about love. To be true, Shakespeare said “journey´s end in lover´s meeting”. What an extraordinary thought. Personally I have not experienced anything remotely like that but I am more than willing to believe that Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said love is blind. Now that is something I know to be true.
For some, quite inexplicably, love fades.
For others, love is simply lost.
But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night.
And then there´s another kind of love, the cruelest love, the one that almost kills its victims. It´s called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the curse of the loved ones, we are the unloved ones. The walking wounded, the handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space.

Apparently: Love is any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure to intense interpersonal attraction .This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.
As an abstract concept, love usually refers to a deep, ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of romantic love to the nonsexual emotional closeness of familial and platonic love to the profound oneness or devotion of religious love. Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of interpersonal relationships and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the creative arts.

Often I hear myself say that i dont believe in love, at least not the love everyone seems to want. In my opinion at this age it's really easy to confuse love with lust, or affection. A three month relationship based on sex and the longing for the acceptance of others cannot be called love. These people worry too much about being loved rather than loving and caring.
I want more than that...I want to really love somebody...to have that connection, that care, that peace that if anything goes wrong, it can't be that bad because you have that person.
Sometimes when I see actors in the movies I feel it. I can feel the connection they are trying to show. In my opinion, only someone who longs for that with every cell of their body can portray it so beautifully. Of course there is always the fear of being rejected, fear of committing, fear of another personal disaster.
But the only thing you can do is to be brave enough and put yourself out there right?

Davies.