my spill on love.

I retitled this 'Searching for love'. Clearly because that's what life really is. A search for love. In one way or another. That's all it really is. Whether we seek it in truth, or in lies. In want, or in need. For healing, or for pain. We go through life everyday, longing to hear somebody say 'I love you,' and genuinely mean it. Longing for somebody to reach out their hand and pick you up, even if you were hiding the fact that you've fallen over in the first place.
I know personally, that people do love me. They tell me day in and day out. But I still feel the need to feel loved. I want to feel loved. I know they mean it when they say those beautiful 3 words. But I want action. I want meaning. Maybe just a sentence instead of three words. Or maybe a, 'guess what. I really, really love you.' Because when I love somebody, I keep getting the urge to tell them so. To look at them and smile, to write to them, to show them I care. Just to say 'I. Love. You.' That simple. Love is necessary in life. Everybody needs love. Saved or not. Love saves all. Love never fails. Even through my messed up ways and stupid decisions and depressing life, love never fails.