(I left my Introduction in my Scrapbook, until I can better maneuver around this site. Am trying #2, Love, here as a Journal entry)
What I don't know about Love could fill an old-fashioned multi-volumned encyclopedia. I don't know how to find it, catch it, or keep it. It would seem I know how to keep it at bay, but I couldn't even tell you what I am doing in that regard. I couldn't tell you how to get rid of it, or to dispel it from yourself, in the event you wanted to stop loving something or someone. I just do not know.
Yet, I cannot say I am unloved, that would be quite false. Perhaps I am not loved in the way I think I would like,