Love's so bloody overrated

I don't know if it's good or bad. I'm trying to figure it out myself. Maybe as I write this, I'll end up answering my question.
I've been going around a few blogs, and the comments posted on them. Love, love, love... either they're craving for it, or they've lost it and think it will never happen to them again, or they're trying to figure out what what intensity they love this one and with what intensity they loved the other one, and how they can't compare and how they still do. They're confused it seems.
Everyone, including me, has a piece of advice on love. As if they know all about it.
There's a line which I quoted in my book (which of course not many would have read, because it was so trashy that none of the bookstores wanted to have it on their shelves!!!).
Let me quote the exact words I wrote, quoting Osho:
"Love does not exist among humans.
"Some of the most beautiful things of life can be felt, can be touched, but cannot be defined. But for ages, man has only talked and talked about love... but has never felt it.
"Love is not something you go and buy from a market. Love is something that is already inside each and everyone of us. Hence, it cannot be defined. You can't fall in love all of a sudden. Love is inside us. It only has to be uncovered, discovered. But there is too much shit inside us - like tradition, religion, society - that's blocking the love.
"Love exists among animals, among trees, plants, which are free (of such man-made shit).
"A man wanted to see a statue being made. He went to a sculptor, and got irritated when he saw the sculptor only breaking stone from a rock. He asked him, 'Hey, I came here to see a statue being made, you are just breaking stone...' To this the sculptor replied, 'Sir, the statue is already inside this rock, I am just uncovering it.'
"Ask a doctor to define what health is. He will not be able to. He could sure define sickness, because sickness comes from outside, while health is something that's already inside us. It cannot be defined. It can only be felt, just like love."
My apologies for stressing too much on the same point, and dragging the quote a little too long. But what I am trying to say is, there was a time when I agreed with the wise man, totally. And I blocked my mind to the idea, that a human being just cannot love. I was so wrong. Even though, I completely agree that we just go overboard talking about and trying to define love. I agree it just cannot be defined.
But all I had to do was look at my parents to be sure that love does exist. They love me, no matter what I do. Unconditionally.
All I had to do was stop thinking and look at the way I was falling in love with people all around me. It's not tough, it's easy. Very easy. I feel love all around me.
Whenever someone walked out of my life, someone else came in, bringing as much love as ever. there is no measurement anyway, right?
We just feel we cannot love them like we loved the previous one because we got too used to the previous one and refuse to give this new person who's walked in our lives a fair chance with an open mind.
Where's the difficulty? I don't see a problem.
The problem is that we just won't open our minds, we just won't take our chances. We'd rather just be sad thinking about how the past fucked up, because we fear the new step might bring about as much pain as the last one.
When the door of happiness closes, another opens, for sure. But we too long stare at the closed door wondering why it closed that we fail to even see the new door that has been opened for us.
Turn around, see the new door. Open it, walk into it, be loved, love. It's easy, not tough.
Love's there, within you. You breathe it, day in and day out no matter how much you deny it.
Out here in Qatar, I have fallen in love. With people... with construction workers who gather around and smile in the sweltering heat when they see me and a photographer coming to take their interviews. They're sweating, they're dying, but they're smiling. The taxi drivers, who just go on and on talking if you even say a word to them because they don't remember the last time they had a chance to talk to someone. So they want to just blabber out everything they know about themselves.
Let's not make love an issue. I don't think we're getting it right.
What you think is "love missing" from your life, is just "the urge to be with someone" - a boyfriend/girlfriend (!!!). You're not looking for love, you're looking for a partner. That's all.
Because you've seen it in romantic movies how amazingly a couple can love, and you want that too, you've read Love Story and sobbed, and wished... That's fair. It's alright.
But love's there in your life. You're not without it. Yes, you're missing it, because you refuse to open your eyes and look around.
Open your eyes, look around. Love...

It's easy.