I’m in my late thirties now and in all these years I have never felt loved. br Which has me now asking the question when will I be loved? br Will I be loved before all my hair turns completely grey? br Will I be loved before the sun sets this very day? br When will I be loved? br Will I be loved while I can still remember what love means? br Will I be loved tonight while I dream? br When will I be loved? br At times love has seemed close enough that I could reach out and grab it, but as I reached I realized love was not as close as it seemed. br Love is my white whale and just like Ahab the chase is driving me mad.