Do I believe there is love?
Of course
Yet it is hard to say that I have experienced such a thing
And in that it is just as hard to try and justify to anyone that there is, in fact, love
I do not know what is sadder: That I have not experienced love or the way I am responsive to it
I know who I am supposed to love
But it is no love that I can tell
But this is the truth:
I know of hate
Hatred I believe in
Hatred I am all too familiar with
I suppose I could be so enveloped in my own self-hatred
Comparing all other things to me that I love almost anything and anyone
So from my conclusions I extract this:
Because I participate in the deepest and most strewn out of hate
I know that it exists
Therefore, love, comparative to my involvement in hate, can only lead me to an assumption:
If hatred exists, then so must love