What is love? Baby, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. No more.

...Sigh...You just don't get lyrics like that anymore...

The other night in the car, my roommates and I were jamming out to this song like old times; let's face it, that song kicks ass. Then today, I saw the same phrase, "What is love?", written on a sheet of paper in my roommate's room. So now it's really got me thinking... What is love?

I've heard it all my life... GOD IS LOVE. Yes. Yes, he is love. And God's love is eternal. It's one of the few constants in my life. God's love is around me all the time. I can always rely on it being there and never failing. His faith in me is so unbelievable it sometimes overwhelms me. I am not deserving of that kind of love. So that leads me to my next qualm: Am I deserving of human love?

What is human love? (Baby, don't hurt me)

I haven't had the greatest luck in the world when it comes to love. I've had failed relationships with boys, guys, and even some men believe it or not. I've had failed friendships with guys and girls. Even family relationships have been rocky with me in the past. So what qualifies me to be deserving of love from another (any other) human being? What do I have to show for myself? I sometimes feel like such a hypocrite. I give people advice all the time and I can't even keep my own personal relationships afloat. Who am I to tell any other living soul on this planet what to do. I'm an idiot when it comes to love. But I do know this...

I am filled with love. I love my God. So much. That much is obvious. I love my family. God knows they bug me so freaking much sometimes but I would be totally lost without them. They are the rocks on which I've built my life, my hobbies, my education, my talents, my friendships, everything. I love my friends. These are the tricky ones. I truly believe that it's a rare thing to have friends that you truly love. I'm lucky enough to have quite a few of them. These are people that not only have I willingly let into my life but have also let me into theirs. And when we entered each others' lives, we somehow miraculously found our way into each others' hearts. That's the cheesiest line ever. But truth is painted all over it.

So now my question is...why would my heart be so filled with love that I have for all these elements of my life, all these people, if I wasn't meant to be loved in return? "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."

I'm no stranger to heartbreak. I've been hurt. But I am not afraid. Love is something worth fighting for, worth giving chance after chance after chance. Life is too short. And now I find myself smitten with someone. And I'm scared to death. Answers? Anyone? ...Anyone?

What is right? What is wrong? Give me a sign...what is love?

John 3:16