The realest love I’ve experienced is the love of God.
He doesn’t care what I’ve done. He doesn’t care if I’ve accomplished anything. He doesn’t care if I’ve rejected Him and mocked Him in the past. He doesn’t care that I was the one who killed His son and I was the one who sent to Jesus to his painful death upon the cross, hung from his wrists and ankles by rusted nails.
All He wants is for me to return the love that He unconditionally and relentlessly gives me.
And that is real love.
If that isn’t someone worth caring about, I don’t know who would be.