About love

Love actaually is all around, as they said
In the arrival terminal of an airport.... in the departure terminals too
in the small thoughtful acts of a friend, in the unending concern of a mother, in the stern but loving words of a father, in the smiles that brightens a stranger's day....
In the dreams that are far too big and the struggles to acheive them, love is all around....the hand to hold always... the shoulder to lean on...the sorrows wiped of in a smile...it's all the love that is alla around us...In the small fights between friends, in the little arguements that are forgiven and forgotten, love is all around us in a lot many ways....in the dreams that you make and the compromises you make, the tuning up you do for someone, love is all around when you settle down for the second best, when you chase the best....
But how do you find it? from broken conversations, predictions, assumptions and intutions... where do one find if there is a place for love?
If love is actually all around, there should also be a way to get to it??