Love doesn't exist, to me it's just a word or phrase, what doesn't have a meaning.
Eventually everyone you love leaves you, at least the ones I love or loved left.
They didn't love me.
Because we all have to start somewhere, we begin far from the end of our journeys. But life and love are worth so much more than simply where we end up. It's about how you get there and all the things along the way, not about where you're going.