When I hear the word love, my first thought is heartbreak.

Call me crazy but most of the times that I have loved -- it ended up badly. So when folks blab on about how love makes the world go round, and how it’s all we really need – I just raise one eyebrow and move on.

Love.

It’s a one-way ticket to crushing anguish and lonely nights.
Seems like loving someone is the best way to get hurt.
But at the same time, I have to ask why. Why is love so dangerous?
And why do I keep returning, even against my best intentions?
I guess I was made to love somebody. I’m not complete without sharing what’s inside my heart. I’m social. I like companionship.
I need it. And just like this drive within me to give love, I also crave receiving it.

Everybody wants to be loved, usually more than we want to love. I guess that’s the way I was born – looking out for number one.

But isn’t love what feeds us inside?

We always want someone to love us – whether or not we deserve it. Love is dangerous because it makes me vulnerable to rejection. If I don’t love them, then I don’t care if they hate me.

But since I want to be loved, I choose to take the risk of loving even though it gives them the power to break my heart.

So, if everyone craves love like I do, why is there this abysmal absence of love everywhere I look?

I guess we’re all too scared to reach out and take that risk. Wonder what it would be like if we got over that fear and loved anyway?