Is It True?

Is it true that one can only love blind after first feeling the depths of despair and confusion?  If so, will love only find you if you are vigorously searching to find it, like tiny teardrops try to resist in finding their way, through prickly sticks and the jagged stones of utter rejection?  Surely, it will be wrapped up in such beauty.  When you do, will you finally feel alive, the way I have, after being torn by jagged rocks and such thorns, left breathless after falling on my face the day I finally, really met you?