An interesting concept. Surely love is just love regardless of its current shape or form.
It can’t be much less than those exacting expectations we place on our lover. When could it be more? What if it doesn’t feel like love anymore?
What is love if not a set of mixed emotions? Do we really truly love someone or something, or is it just that we enjoy being in love with the idea of love – under any circumstances?
Romantic love has its time in our lives but what happens when the first glow of passionate love fades? Is this when love becomes more complex?
A mothers love is all-encompassing in those first years of infant dependence. How loving is that mother? Does love conquer all?
Is this when love is more than love?