What Is Love, Actually?

So, what is love, anyway… everybody talks about it… we all want it… don’t we? I can find quotes, and images, books and lengthy dissertations about love – how to get it, how to express it, where to find it, where not to find it… but what is love actually? Here’s one definition:

I looked up the dictionary definition and came up with a short version that seems true to me. Here it is:

Love is a feeling of warm personal attachment, profoundly tender, a feeling in which you find pleasure and receive great benefit from when you give it, and also when you receive it.

And that’s probably why that quote about weird love sounds so true. How profoundly wonderful it is to find someone whose weirdness is compatible with your own. Wouldn’t it right away give you a pleasurable feeling of safety and delight to discover that suddenly you are not alone? And how would you not get attached to that? Of course we love the people whose weirdness is compatible with ours – we love them all the way up until the day we change, or they change… or life splits us apart.