Love. Such a loaded word with so much in it, yet something the lack of which can dissolve a person into nothingness.
I have known people who have love in their lives, some who don't as much as they want to and some who are okay with not having it. Here I am referring to the romantic love.
Very often than not, I find the society and people in general feeling pity for the third kind. But I think they are doing alright by themselves and don't need anyone's sympathies, much less their help in finding them love.
What are your thoughts on the third kind? Do you have a friend like that?