“Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.”
If that’s the case, then I know what love is. I’ve found it in me, but I’ve not found it in the soul of the others; yet. Maybe only one, but I walked past by it.