Love Inside Me

Love is what we make of it and is different for every single one of us. I have loved unconditionally in this life and I have also loved selfishly. I have loved unconsciously, loyally, honestly and dishonestly. I have loved rationally and irrationally, helplessly, practically, instinctively, functionally and even dysfunctionally. I have loved alone, and together and somewhere in-between. I have loved only a few… truly and to my deepest point, and I loved you. The thing is, love is what it is to each individual and that's exactly how it should be. It doesn't need to make sense to anyone else, and more often than not, it won't. It isn't always fair, and it certainly isn't always easy. But regardless of the kind of love you have, you find, or you choose to keep… it should always come from the deepest part of your soul. You'll learn in this life that people aren't always to be trusted, that their doings won't always be what you need or want. Which is exactly why we owe it to ourselves to be truthful regardless of the consequences. And to remember always to love even if at times, it all seems too tough to sustain or believe in. If theres one thing in this life I am and always have been sure of, it's that I wouldn't know myself if I didn't give out one hundred percent of the love I hold within me. Every time, even if it is short-lived. And it may be a very few people who will ever really understand that in me. But if I give up hope, of finding another soul who gets and loves me, for me… then I would live a life numbed by reality, suffocating the reason for my existence. And being numb will never outweigh the feeling of loving or being loved. Is it better to have loved and lost than never loved at all? The hopeless romantic and forever hopeful side in me says yes. And for now… how could I argue with that?