This whole belief stems off of the story of Plato's cave of ignorance and illusion. In this cave people are not aware of the true reality around them because they have never had the experience of anything other than what they see before them. In Levenson's review of Plato's cave, he suggests that our reality of love is just part of this artificial or partial reality that exists in this cave. Love is simple. We just complicate it beyond comprehension.
Love simply is.
I see people walk around with what seems to be veils of repression. Veils that blind them to the true and completeness that love really is. Love stares them in the face no matter where they look. People are good. Every person is good.