Corners of Circles

Here I am again. In front of this stupid screen, trying to make sense of things that I have up here in my silly head. Normally that is the case. I write to make sense of what things that, naturally, don't make sense.

It's one of those days though wherein I really can't make up the words with the letters, recognize the corners of circles, or even if there is a left of center.

For some reason, I paused. Let my Folderlock software run. And put this file in there. Away from people's access even if they steal this old beat-up computer. (Yet I'm posting this.)
Does this mean that there might be things I am going to write here that might make no sense at all, that it will be ashame for people to read it? Or could it be the other way around? Things would make so much sense that it'll be a disaster for others or even me to understand. I hate thinking this way. I feel such a pig.

Every night, when I am home, I feel empty. I feel like nothing. A suspended dirt in a vacuum of space. Its as if I don't live or even exist. The only escape - a deep slumber from reality. But how come even in slumber, you follow me around? I can still see you. I can still feel you. I can still feel the pain. I can still feel the hurt. I can still feel the bruise.
I can still feel the love I have for you.

Like I said to you before, I will love you always.

Why do people get hurt so much when they love? When they fail with love? Or when love fails them?

Do we get hurt because the person won't give us the chance to give the world to them? Do we get hurt because we can not have the love that we want/need from the other person?
Does it hurt because we are not given the chance to love or because we are not loved?

Or am I asking the wrong set of questions?

If we are happy with someone, it doesn't mean that we are in love. This is the most common mistake of people. Convincing themselves that they are in love when they are able to laugh and smile with someone.

If we miss someone, it doesn't mean we are in love with that person.

If we are holding someone's hand and feel good about it, it doesn't mean that we are in love.
Being comfortable and feeling secure with someone is not equivalent to love. As long as you feel the security and comfort, it doesn't matter whose hand you are holding. And when that person is dispensable then that is certainly not love.

Would it make sense to describe what love is NOT than what it is? Would it be easier to understand? Or would it be more confusing?

Well it seems to me that what love IS is the same as what it is NOT.