Yeah, you can write all right.  And choose good fonts.  I think love is inside us where that spark of divinity lies.  We have to be silent and just be each day.  Expect no explanations.  Go outside, look at a tree.  It just waits.  I have felt very much loved by others especially since I was in the hospital and rehab so long this past fall.  Wow!  Peope really respond to physical illness with compassion.  But what we need is not only parity in insurance but casseroles when we're blue, too.  I don't mind the laundry too much, but since breaking my arms, my husband has to do it all and all I can do is fold.  Ecstasy comes.  Today I had a mocha shake.

I am the new kid on the block, Davey but you asked......I never had a brother. The way I see it there are different kinds of love, like unconditional love , mostly by your Mom and Dad. They are the only ones in life who are willing to forgive you after you've hurt them over and over again, the ones who will try to help you when you need help, unconditionally. Unfortunatelly, raising a child takes good parenting skills and we are all not so lucky, but there is love there.

Love that you expect from friends- there is usually a need there...whatever it is , find out what it is, then you can have a relationship , an understanding before you can trust without getting hurt. Remember that, maybe, the love you are looking for can only come from God. We are only humans and we make mistakes, and that's where you learn to love yourself.

Loving yourself is to be able to accept that you have made mistakes in the past and we'll make more but you can forgive yourself and move on...

As for doing the laundry, some people aren't able to do that

Well put, Davey, well put. I am so grateful to you and others like you who can put those thoughts and feelings in words and let those of us who can't communicate so well know that we are not alone in our thoughts and feelings.

As far as what I know of love... hmmm... not much. I hesitate to say this because it sounds like drivel but I have never felt loved by anyone. I have, however, loved others. Very intensely, in fact. And I don't necessary mean romantic love. I mean family, friends, and yes, sometimes men. Man, if I could turn that around and give it to myself, I'd have it made in the proverbial shade. But that's the real trick, isn't it? Loving yourself. Can it be done?

Dammit Davey, now I am crying! But I am thinking too.