What is love?

Such a question. I am sure it has been asked thousands of time before. I tend to think of love as a maze. A maze that I haven't found the right path through yet. I have been close. Close enough to feel it. But then a wall shows up. An unexpected wall. As if the wall grew out of the ground without me knowing it.
It came to my mind today that it is possible that I will never love a woman again. It is so rare that I find a woman I can love. The good news is that I can usually tell that I could love a particular woman instantly when I meet her. I wish a woman would pop up into my life that I could love. I would do all the work after the popping. The popping has always been the hard part. In the past I did pretty well after the popping, even if things didn't work out in the end. I knew I did my best and really couldn't have changed the outcome.
During my thoughts of love today, a question came to my mind. A question that I have sometimes asked but never knew the answer. Did Winnie* love me? I certainly loved her. My suspicion was she didn't love me. But a thought of something she told me came to mind. What she told me isn't important, it was the way she told me. We kind of both knew what she was going to tell me was going to lead to the end. Looking back, the way she told me, the way she spoke, I am confident she loved me. Undoubtedly (my favorite word by the way) my love was more than her love. For whatever reason this came to mind today. What it means I have no idea.
I get feelings in life. Most of these feelings come true. I have a very strong feeling that some day I will run into Winnie*. I hope to have a wonderful conversation with her and then walk away smiling.
Looking forward to that moment with WONDER...
Kevin