What's Love Got To Do With It?

Like most people I have been obsessed with the emotion of "LOVE".
Some might argue and say love is a feeling, not an emotion. I say there is a fine line between the two.
What is love anyway? What is it about love that makes us want it so bad, yet we build metaphoric walls around our hearts to protect our selves from the pain love can sometimes come with?

It has always been a dream of mine to fall in love. To be someones knight in shining armor, like in some cheesy Disney cartoon.
I used to lay in my bed at night surrounded by darkness, and fantasize that there was a woman out there who was waiting for me to find her, and when I did she would tell all her friends that she had just met the man of her dreams, and that she is madly in love. The problem with fantasies is that they seldom become reality.

In my last post I talked about how I love women and everything about them. I love the power they unknowingly posses, and the little things they do that they have no control over that make them sexy. If men could just take a moment to look at a woman and really see her for who she is, they would witness a force so powerful time would stand still. Then they would find themselves lost in a beauty that can't be described with words. But in doing so would make men venerable, and society says men are not supposed to be venerable.

After my last failed relationship, my obsession with love became dormant. I no longer had the desire to be in a relationship. Instead of fantasizing about being a knight in shining armor, I was fantasizing about how I would turn down the first woman who showed any romantic intreats. I have convinced myself that I have nothing to offer the opposite sex except for friendship. I even convinced myself that friendship is the only thing that women want from me.
Regardless of what I think, the freedom that comes from not being in a relationship is something I'm really enjoying. Without distractions like love and relationships, I've been able to work on becoming a whole person. I know that means different things for different people. For me it means making better choices. Seeking real truth, and not another persons version of it. Standing up for myself and no longer letting people take advantage of me for whatever justified reason they feel they have. As well as other reasons I'm not ready to share.

I know what love is, and I know what love is not. I know it's there if I want it to be, and I know it's wrapped in beauty that can't be described with words. Knowing that makes love worth chasing.
Maybe one day I'll be ready to chase it again...maybe one day I'll catch it.