The highest state of Love is not a relationship at all, it is simply a state of your Being.
Just as trees are green, a lover is loving. They are not green for particular persons, it is not that when you come they become green. The flower goes on spreading it’s fragrance whether anybody comes or not, whether anybody appreciates or not. The flower does not start releasing its fragrance when it sees that a great poet is coming by—‘Now this man will appreciate, now this man will be able to understand who I am.’ And it does not close its doors when it sees that a stupid, idiotic person is passing there—insensitive, dull, a politician or something like that. It does not close itself—‘What is the point? Why cast pearls before swine?’ No, the flower goes on spreading its fragrance.
It is a state of being, not a relationship.