Love

I thought for a time I was in love. But I don't know. Is that strange?
No. There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, 'There is something about you I cherish.' It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.

Makes you think doesn't it. I mean talking about love here is and important thing but maybe love could be replaced.