Love...

Everything in me wants to cry
But I can't
I've shed so many tears
About the same ol' thang
It makes no sense
I shouldn't feel this way
When it's supposed to be love
Maybe it's meant to hurt a little
So that I know it's true
Maybe it's supposed to burn a little
So that I know it's real
Maybe I'm supposed to doubt a little
So that I know it's for sure
Maybe it's not love at all
Because I know...
Love is pure

Love...

At the end of the day, all we really need is someone to love us because of who we truly are. Not someone who loves us because of the allure that they have perceived us to be. Someone who accepts and understands our faults, insecurities, and the human nature that defines us. We all need someone who we can connect with beneath the surface, beyond all the niceties and politeness. Someone who we can share our inner thoughts, deepest secrets, and biggest fuck ups with. We also need that special someone to reciprocate all of these things and feel comfortable while doing it because we've cultivated such a relationship. We all need someone to stimulate our minds and keep us intrigued mentally, as this will only enhance the physical aspect of things. We all need someone that we can talk to about anything without being judged, while also being able to sit and talk about nothing and feel completely comfortable. We all want someone to always consider our needs, as well as, some of our wants, and do it selflessly. It would also be ideal to share the intimacy and complete familiarity that you share with your closest friends with your mate. You should be best friends with your mate. I often wonder though if relationships like this should happen naturally or if it might possibly have to be cultivated...