How Important Is It?

We all want to be loved, but we never actually get to experience the love that others have for us.  We only get to experience the love we have for others.  Love is such an elusive word and is so open to interpretation just like the Bible.

I wonder how important love is.  I assume life would be pretty stark and sad if no one loved you, but what if you really loved yourself fully.  Would you desire others love?

Many people claim to love, but they are simply in a lustful state or they are in a convenient relationship that meets their needs.

I have Corinthians on my wall in my bedroom and I read it every night before I fall asleep and although I ponder and meditate on these words describing love, love still becomes muddled for me.

Perhaps it is because of what has happened.  Perhaps, because my truth, my ideal, my love, did the most unthinkable, unimaginable.  I found that that man, the man I loved, was not truly that man and the contract of commitment of love did not hold the same value system for him as it did for me.

Love, a word, a feeling a desire that can be altered, misinterpreted, denied, and unrequited.  Does it really exist at all?  Maybe it is a culmination of many emotions jumbled and its the "easy" word to describe a melting pot of feelings at any given time.