Shelley or Keats would hate me, for so many reasons
The following refers to romantic love, not the love felt for friends or family.
Love is not getting butterflies in your stomach.
Love is not never having to say you're sorry.
Love is not felt at first sight.
Love is not thinking about the person all the time.
Love is not a kiss on the lips.
Love is not missing the person when they aren't around.
Love is not a connection or bond.
Love is not wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone.
Love is not sex.
At least for me it isn't. And I've experienced all of those.
I've heard lots of things described as love.
lust
obsession
attraction
infatuation
friendship
affection
passion
attachment
So far everyone's description fits one of those.
I hate being a realist. I hate not being able to let my emotions get the best of me. I hate that I'm constantly searching for a definition of even the most undefinable of emotions. I hate that there is so much repetition in this entry.