Meant to love...

Sometimes I think I'm only meant to love, not be loved by someone else, not have love, be loved just to me. I may have ended up choosing a path that leaves me alone, but my truest consolation will be to have loved - sharply, poetically, expansively, unequivocally, greatly, otherworldly, truly.

My soul opens up when I love, I become a better person, I'm whole, I get that transcendence I so ardently desire...
Today I wonder if by really deeply loving someone else we can shed our egos, overcome our selfish ego and our self-centered desires...
I think so...

AND most importantly, if you are reading this and wondering "Is she talking about loving me?", then YES! you know that I'm writing about you, and I LOVE YOU!!!

Oh, and lastly, the kind of love I'm talking about doesn't just have to be a person to person kind of love - it can be the love of anything, everything - like nature, like a color, like a great book. As long as you feel it's vivid, compelling, everlasting, eternal, lofty.