@Hifsa:

It has always bothered me that so much gets called simply "love". Where is the nuance of the Greeks and the Latin? I believe, however, that a person can learn to love without any exceptions. It's hard and it hurts a lot, but it can be done.

I'm sorry it struck such a chord --not because it's not good to be able to empathize, but because it breaks my heart to know how much of this sort of thing is out there. I've been a little too close to several of those sorts of situations, and it has always bothered me.

I'm glad there was some clarity in this for you. As for the other... in love with my fourth love? Yes. With him? ...Complicated territory, that. But I have that feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells me I will love him until the sun burns out... or longer.

@Kazamas-Keyblade:

lol, idk if I'm right or wrong..>.>

@SinsofMidnight:

Yes, you're right. We stick to so many things with love. I wish it were simple somehow. I wish there were no expectations.

And, you're so right about love b/w parents and children. When you wrote about the mothers thing, it definitely struck a nerve in me, I won't go into details, but I definitely can relate to what you've said.

As, for the other kind of love, you've explained everything so clearly. Looks like it has been a roller coaster ride for you! Are you with your fourth love, now?

@nikkeh09:

I agree with you too...Love is tangled :P I maybe afraid of it, that's why I'm asking all these questions. Its deep shit sometimes too, lol...But, I do hope to experience love sometime in my life xD

@AriaFlosh:

Haha, that sure is some deep philosophy...You're right, love ia an amazing thing, the power it has is so vast, I can't quite grasp it...Idk, maybe I'm afraid of love, lol

The Greeks actually use different words for each type of love. I think we shove too much under the umbrella of one word.

Since I've already mentioned the Greek, recall that Plato once called love "a grave mental disease".

Love between parents and children is generally seen as a biological imperative, but I've seen women who frankly hated their children or had no such love-connection with their child at all. You come to depend on and care for those closest to you, which is definitely a sort of love, though.

I'm opening myself up to a lot of crap for this one, I think, but I don't believe in love at first sight. Don't get me wrong --love can begin at that first meeting, but it all starts with a connection, and it takes more than a first glance to grow. I don't believe you can fall in love with a stranger --I mean, you can definitely fall in lust that way, but lust dies out, and it's not much to build a relationship or a future on.
That all aside, I do believe the soul-mates thing. Perhaps because I am a bit of a hopeless romantic. I love the notion of a perfect-for-me someone --but what if I never meet him? What if it's a woman instead? What then?

I've been in love a time or two, I guess, and each time, it feels a little different. The first time I fell, he was all I could think about. I had the fluttery feeling in my stomach and I blushed every time he so much as looked my way. The second time, I cared for him in a different way. He wasn't where my world began or ended, but he was someone I could see a future with... but there wasn't enough there. The third time, it was all a rush of lust and hormones and physical affection. The sort of I-can't-keep-my-hands-to-myself feelings.The fourth time, however, has been the most intense. I want to hear his voice every day, feel his arms around me every moment, and make all of his problems go away. I want to do everything for him, be everything to him, but at the same time, I want him to be my everything. And don't think it's all emotional --there are some totally physical aspects to the wants.
Like I said, different each time --like you slowly mature as you go through it. But some people don't go through those sort of stair-steps. And love will probably feel different to you when it's your turn, hon.

Love... well, love is a mysterious, powerful force. It has crippled empires, united countries, destroyed people...

~Sins~

The funny thing is that I'm listening to a song called "What About Love" right now.

Personally, I don't know how to describe love other than that it makes you do and think crazy things. And that it feels good to be loved.

I think you hit the definition nail on the head.

I agreee...... love is a strange thing. Perhaps something that is expected from you. You are obligated to love someone... to say it back... It is very strange that you grow so comfortable with someone that you do not worry about their flaws. I wish I knew what love was and why it came... but sadly i am right there with you.! *sings* what is love baby dont hurt me no more * ha ha idk why that song just started playing in my head!