Love is something I ponder often, is it real?

Love can mean many things to many people, but I’m talking heart pounding, unlimited happiness type of love. I burn bridges so I suppose I’ll never know if the kind of love I imagine is real or not. I’ll always continue my search, I thought I’ve loved several times but it turns out it was just life teaching me a lesson. So I’ll sit on my shitty sofa eating left over pasta, and watching tv mindlessly until one day I figure this whole thing out.