You love me you say. Why do you love me? If you can not come up with at least five or so reasons from that question easily, you do not love me. You love the idea of me.
Maybe you like how I look or how I make you feel. The attention I am giving you. But that is not about me at all. That is about you. You do not know me, not really.
You are largely mistaken on what true Love really is. They think it is a feeling. It is not. You think it is butterflies and obsessively thinking about that person all day long.
Imagine someone knowing all about you. Everything. Even the small things. The things you are embarrassed about and do not want anyone to know. Imagine messing up, and even letting that person down. They forgive you.
They are wise enough to read between the lines of the situation, and they do not judge you for it. They love you. They love your heart. They love your compassion. They know you.
Love is sacrifice. It is sometimes that feeling right away, but not always. Feelings come and go. Real love stays. It is a verb. An action. A sacrifice of yourself. It is an investment. Love is some work. Love is a choice.
You make a choice. You do not always feel Love. Sometimes you have to wake up to that person who has disappointed you. Let you down in a big way perhaps. In that moment, do you think you are going to feel so loving?
You are not. But it is a choice. You choose to be kind. You choose to be sweet. You put yourself aside. You give despite your hurt feelings. Selflessness is a precursor to Love.