Love? Or something like it...

Like attachment. I have found in my many years of searching for the guy...that love and attachment exist together, oh for sure...but can they exist apart? I know I have loved...in fact I am in love as we speak...well you're not speaking, you're just supposed to be listening...shhhhhhh, I'm talking. I also know that I have been so very attached to another human being that scrapping the relationship became ever so difficult, nay, nearly friggin' impossible. You get attached...to their awesome friends, their wicked family(hopefully) and the stuff that you wish you had spent money on but now aren't required to cuz, hey...he's got it! Could one love without being attached? Is that remotely possible? Buddhists believe that the most prevalent reason humanity suffers is because of our attachment to... everything. I have trouble throwing out a pair of jeans that are filthy, riddled with not so sexy holes and that fall down constantly...how am I to fair in loving another human being, or rather, attaching myself to another human being. It's our downfall as people to cling on to the shit that will kill us...either cuz it feels so damn good, or we don't know any different. Love without attachment...i like that notion but would it still be love? Or would that exemption turn love into something fundamentally different? Would love still be love? Or would it be like chicken...tasting like all other emotions? I suppose that brings up the very question of what love is and how we define it. Is love a boy and a girl at a bus stop...their eyes meet and in that fleeting moment she falls for him and him her, they play out a deliciously savage and fulfilling relationship in the span of a few milliseconds-they get married, have babies, die in each other's arms...than the bus arrives, he gets on, she does not and that is the end of it? In that perfect moment did they share a life together? Did they learn to hate what they use to find so endearing about the other? Perhaps those moments reveal to us how love should be...fleeting, inconsistent, brilliant, overwhelming, and than just plain over? Why is it that love can include attachment but it doesn't go the other way? I am attached to a great many thing, but I don't believe I am in love with it. I've attached myself to other people...does that make love? Or make them love me? It's so hard to separate the two because we spend our lives combining them...making them coexist, so to tear them apart, perhaps one would feel lonely for a time...and than we'd replace it with something else. If I knew in my heart of hearts that something was over and attachment had never played a role, would I be able to walk away and him as well because the love is gone? Why waste what time we have holding on to something burning out? Or maybe the attachment is necessary for the breaking apart of two people once enamored...no, it just keeps you in a bad place longer than you have to be. Maybe sometimes attachment is all most people ever get. They can't tell the difference btw love and attachment b\c they've never felt the former. I wonder if you'd know though...like in your soul(yeah I went there), if that was enough. Attachments fine and dandy for my African Violet (that just won't die...little trooper), but I think I'll stick to the incapacitating real stuff...if I even know what that is.