Just would like to know what diffrent nerds think love is. I think love is when you want to be with someone so much that it makes you cry (not literally, but on the inside) just to think about them being away from you
Love is knowing the other person has flaws, and accepting those flaws.
Even if you just love someone as a friend, or as part of your family, love equates to accepting the person for who they are, the good and the bad.
I knew that I was in love with my boyfriend when I was having a really bad day and I all I wanted was to cry on his shoulder and for him to hug me. I knew it when there was nothing to change about him.
Someone a few pages back already put a lot of what I think into words, about love being a choice. It may come from somewhere outside at first, but whether it lasts is down to you. This applies to every kind of love: familial, platonic, romantic. I think it's perfectly possible to not like someone but love them.
And yes, I think there is a difference between love itself and being in love. I can care for an object to the point where I'd cry if it broke, but does that mean I want to marry it? No, of course not.
I think the experience of love, in any form, is a system of dichotomies. Torturous splendor, pleasurable pain, bitter happiness, tainted purity, comfortable unease, complex simplicity... etc. It's complicated. While I don't think it's possible to "define" it in a way that could satisfy everyone, I do think it's fine and fun to try to explain it.
It's actually the kind of thing I could ramble on and on and on about; and while I usually assert my powers of circumlocution with no inhibitions whatsoever, I think this is one time I'm going to restrain myself and just shut it.
Loving someone makes walking away feel like going out on a tightrope without a net below. The idea of being alone, without them is nerve wracking. It doesn't matter if you just argued or laughed or cried--you just don't want to let go of them until the very last second.
When I'm with the people I love by choice, we can hardly stand it to let each other go. Maybe we love too few people, but saying temporary goodbyes edges on heartbreaking. When we're apart, however, the feelings of missing each other aren't bad at all. Just that moment when we have to seperate and would trade the world for another few minutes--that's love.
As many people have said before me, I believe love is a decision. While the romantic, I-can’t-stop-thinking-about-you, butterflies in the stomach feelings are a great bonus, they should never be the foundation of love. If you truly love someone, you stick with them even after the fuzzy feelings have faded.
Above all, love should be selfless, putting the other person before yourself, and sacrificing your own desires for theirs. In a committed relationship, each person should look out for their partner’s best interests.
Love is unconditional but it can also be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable, and strangely easy to mistake for loathing. It makes you feel like you want to die when they don't want to talk to you. When they say hi your heart flutters. They say things that just make you want to stay there forever.Even if you're just talking about the weather. You can fall in it at anytime or age. You can fall out of it too just as easliy. It's not forever but it's always reborn. It's reborn in a new love.
I kind of think that love is what sticks around after many of the lusty/giddy/butterflies-in-yer-stomach feelings fade. Love, above all, is friendship and respect and a deep feeling of companionship. Love is knowing that no matter what, this other person is going to listen to you whine, deal with your moods, laugh at your jokes, and just let you be whoever the frick you are and still come back for more. And vice versa. Love is knowing that whatever changes you go through, whatever life hits you with, you will not be alone. I don't really believe in soul mates or the fairy tale kind of love. I don't personally think Romeo and Juliet were in love. They didn't know each other, so how they could they be? Love takes knowing and accepting, I think. I think that love is much more complicated than this, too, but as someone mentioned before love means something different to everyone and there are many different kinds of love. This is just a teensy piece of my take on romantic love.