You do not FIND love. Love finds you, unexpectedly. It arises in your heart, wanted or unwanted. It is not merely proximity nor familiarity. It is not a matter of convenience and can produce the worst of emotional trials in the worst of situations. It can have seriously bad timing. It is not rational, not decided upon. It is not dictated. It is not a lust for touch, as it exists with none. And it will never be a desire for their possessions or power. That is its opposite, not hate. It is intrusive thoughts. It is dreams. It is fear of rejection and fear of losing control. It is often so overwhelming that it is mistaken for revulsion and is, thereby, wasted. It is pits in stomachs and butterflies. It is an insatiable yearning for someone, even if you can never have them. It is joy. It is suffering. It is a scar.

Anything else is worthless make-believe.