“When love beckons you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.” -Kahlil Gibran

My current perception of love is not yet developed. The love I have received remains a tantalizing flavor that I am yet to taste. Listening to those bestowing on me their love has always confused me, with my bewilderment varying by the relationship I share with the lover. Stemming from a lack of self endearment, the admiration I receive has felt faux; not to say this this love is fabricated. Still, I find myself desiring this emotion that is held so deeply to the human psyche. An emotion that alters people minds, lives and personalities. And once I hear those words, I feel as though my chase has come to some sort of fruition, not that this person that I love and desire so much is reciprocating my feelings towards them. Even though I do not love myself, while the love I recieve feels empty, I still feel so much for those in my life that I love.