Love, to me, can be one of two things, and you usually experience both:

Bliss. Pure happiness. You see the world through light, everything is beautiful. You feel like loving everyone and everything. You feel like nothing could ruin your day.

or:

Pain. An agonizing feeling of failure and regret. You have an obsessive mood, constantly wondering if they think about you, let alone like you. You feel you could not go on without them. All you want to do is put out your misery.

I hate to whine...
but I want blissful love. I hate wondering. I hate hoping. I hate wishing.

"Don't let yourself go, cause everybody cries...everybody hurts sometimes..."
*sigh*
I'm done hurting.