Too often I've presumed what love should be, expecting that I'd immediately be receptive to it. However, I'm beginning to wonder if the purer the love, the harder I have accepting it. . . consider my thoughts here for insight on my meaning. I now believe it takes humility to accept true love. The more I welcome the gentle, sacrifical, valiant, love offered me, the more unworthy, peaceful, and HAPPY I feel. I in no way deserve a love that seeks to be with me despite my defects. But neither do I want to live apart from it. So, in the school of humility, I say yes.