What is love?

Hello all.
I know, I know... I've been way too quiet for way too long and for that I apologize.
What does it mean to be in love? I mean REALLY in love... I'm worrying that maybe I lack a specific gene that is present in virtually every other human on the planet.

I see a girl I like, get to know her let her get to know me and with time - or maybe in time - these feelings develop [so the story goes supposedly]. This probably happens to everyone else but me. Why?

I meet the girl, and go through all the steps but the last one. If she's away from me for a minute I don't feel the world crushing me down... When I see her, all is not right with the world - though to be fair it really is a messed up world and looking at someone isn't going to do much for improving it.

Truth be told I like the company of a beautiful, intelligent, articulate woman as much as the next guy but my sense of fullness doesn't come to a grinding halt when she's goes away. At least I don't think it does.

Am I a beast, do I lack something, should I care?

But before you berate me, or I myself, what is this thing called love?
Is it a chemical reaction of dopamine and phenyl ethylamine, Oxytocin and Vasopressin?
Is it a state of mind? A conscious choice to be with whomever we choose to be with?
I am a creationist so any assumption that chemicals are responsible for the way I feel and live is unconscionable and discarded as folly.

So I am left with the choice that maybe I haven't yet 'chosen' whom to commit to but that defeats the whole issue of love's randomness. For that reason, I will continue to exist, continue to search for that pot of gold under that rainbow and hope against all hope that I do find that person and do feel those emotions because truth be told I feel I am missing something big.

I leave you with these words of wisdom:
Gigi(He's Just Not That Into You)
I may dissect each little thing and put myself out there so much but at least that means that I still care. Oh! You've think you won because women are expendable to you. You may not get hurt or make an ass of yourself that way but you don't fall in love that way either. You have not won. You're alone. I may do a lot of stupid shit but I'm still a lot closer to love than you are.