We like love - we love love - but perhaps its only meaning lies in its ubiquitous meaninglessness. We apprehend it, we feel it, and we think we know it, yet we cannot say what we mean by it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Do we mean love, when we say love?
But love is really more of an interactive process. It's about what we do not just what we feel. It's a verb, not a noun.
I believe 'love' is very nice to hear, but it's used so much that it's come to a point where it's almost meaningless.
It basically comes down to that word: Love. I guess that's what it's all about.
As in all matters involving love, which has so many different meanings, you find that the feeling that we label 'love' is not a simple feeling, it's a very complex one. Under the heading 'love' can come all sorts of rage and desperation.
What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air - you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all consuming - a physical pain.
Love is an indescribable sensation - perhaps a conviction, a sense of certitude.
Love is the silent saying and saying of a single name.
I've learned that 'love' is used a lot in the States for everything: 'I love that burger,' 'I love my shoes,' 'I love a friend.' To me, if it's overused, it loses meaning.
Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
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