I LOVE God, I love people, I love my family…
Some return my love, some do not, but I love regardless of the return.
I LOVE lots of things…the sunrise on the lake, a cool evening by the fire, reading a book, singing, and lots more…these things give give nothing back from their own accord, but I receive a relaxed soul and peace.
I LOVE my dog, I would like to think my dog loves me. I don’t think he would become this twisted up, tail wagging psycho mess when I come home and greet him if he didn’t feel something for me. Or when I am crying about something, he would come and sit next to me and lay his head in my lap as if to say “I’m here for you” Or if I am walking with him, stranger approaches me and he senses danger, he starts to growl & bark to protect me.
His actions speak love to me. You can call it instinct, but I will call it love.
If you equate laying down ones life as the demonstration of love, I can sure bet you are missing out on lots of it.