Love means......

I think love is everything. Like, too many different kinds to even put a name to.
I've spent a lot of time in my mind trying to define love. Try to figure out the difference between 'real love' and infatuation but I think, it's all the same. Just feels different. Great in thier own ways. Even if you don't know someone on a deep level, I don't think that cheepens it.
Love for your freinds, I don't even love them all the same. Love for your lovers, never loved them the same. Love for your family, don't love them the same either. It never feels the same.
Some is an intense appreciation. Other's a extreme fondness. Warm 🥰. Some ache. Some stop you in your tracks. Some feel like you've known them before. Like you'll always gravitate back.
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As far as romantic love, I'm unsure if it's forever or if it gets back to the intensity of the first few loves. I've never been in love again like I was at 18 and then at 22. It is what it is. Sometimes I'm torn up about it but today I'm open to the idea of love being everywhere in smaller doses. Maybe that all engulfing, wrapped up in one person love isn't the only way.

Love is so much!!! There are different kinds of love!! My love for my husband is an addiction!! I can't get enough and yet sometimes I don't want anymore at all!! The love with my husband is a hard love. Comes with joy and pain!! Without forgiveness this love would die. It's fertilizer to love!! Now the love I feel for my kids....that's a completely different thing. Nothing breaks it! Nothing stops it! Nothing takes it away! I'd kill for that love!! Even in the hottest anger that love cools and calms it all!!! Then there is the love for everyone else. It's breakable. Friends and family neighbors and strangers. They earn that love and can lose it at anytime!!

sharing my snacks. Especially if they're pre-tracked.

Peeing with the door open.

Plato remarks in the Symposium:

"Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature"

"Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole"

To me, this strikes true...perhaps love is a process and an awareness: despite all challenges you will ever endure, you will do so together.  The inexorable realization that you are each other's destiny.

There is a song I like which hints at this with its lyrics.  You will become each other's life and live it to your death.

https://youtu.be/F9CUO8lfNjI

She says, "Wake up, it's no use pretending"
I'll keep stealing, breathing her
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes around the yard.

She says, "If I leave before you, darling
Don't you waste me in the ground"
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes around the yard"

Having a love which becomes torn apart is an existential cruelty, where you mourn your life that no longer exists, and another person who is still alive.