Being an introvert/unsocial person I spent almost my entire life in loneliness. I learnt from the very early stages of it, to keep company to myself, to lose myself in thinking, reading, playing, watching a movie, in general doing something alone. One thing, though, that I always craved for was to have someone to love and be loved by. The absence of such a luxury, always made my loneliness unbearable. I had the chance to meet and fall in love with a few women and those were the calm periods of my life. In times when the position of a "significant other" was empty, I would be deeply depressed and I would feel that life had no meaning at all. I always thought that Love is a selfish feeling. One loves the person who makes them feel good. About oneself, about life, about every little thing that one considers important. I discovered, the hard way, that Love, in its ultimate form, is one of the most altruistic emotions one can have: to sacrifice one's own happiness for the happiness of the person one loves. What does Love mean to you?