I've tried to form romantic relantionships with about 5 different girls this year. Some older friends, some I barely knew. Mostly, the contact was based off either an enormous amount of trust, or lack thereof, and purely physical. There was really no grey area. I guess, what I mean by that, is; I believe love exists in many forms. Sometimes the way you love one meaningful partner in your life differs only slightly from the way you love your parents, for example. Other times, you can feel the refraction of one love in another love, either earlier in your life, or later. I can't say I've felt the same "love" for anyone I've had sex with, but it was always ignited and/or magnifyed by some inexplicable emotion.
I've given up on a lot of things, but if I don't keep living to feel the magic that exists in the mystery and excitement of finding those honest souls, then does living really matter? The people in and out of our lives are meaningful. They teach us lessons, sometimes in the form of punishment, sometimes in the form of euphoria, sometimes, nothing at all. Love is everywhere, in many disguises. Take a second to breathe in, and think about all of the people you care about in your life. Can't you finally just say, that you love them, too? Just for staying there? My two cents.