That’s the stuff of songs. Part of love is to cure loneliness, but part of it is for understanding, for intimacy. To have a reason to take care of each other and each others’ needs. So what happens if you never find it? Is that even possible with so many people in the world? Maybe there are people who seek the opposite of community and go around trying to find ways to isolate themselves. I don’t know. But I do think it’s sad if someone never finds out what love is.
And it’s not just limited to people either. Animals need love too. Plants need love. If you have a plant at home, speak to it like you would a person. It’ll live healthier and longer. (It’s storming pretty bad outside as I am typing this. It usually does right after my heart gets broken. More on that later.) I’m just saying that no matter what happens in the world, everything ends up centering around love.
People like to tell love stories. People like to listen to love stories. There’s no end to this. We expect our family to stand up for us and be supportive. That’s love. We all desire to be understood, to be free to be ourselves. No inhibitions. We show love in different ways. Even in action films, there’s at least a hint of a love story when two characters get to know each other better get each others’ backs. There may be a kiss snuck in there in between all the running away from the bad guy. See? Love sneaks up on you in the most unexpected places.
If you look carefully, you just might find it before it finds you.