What is this feeling we call love? Is it just a stronger form of the word like? Using someone else’s analogy, if that were the case, I could walk into a gentlemen’s club, and strongly like a stripper. But I do not think this is what love is. Maybe a good way to start off is by stating that love is an emotion people claim to have. Let us also say that there are different forms of love; the love I have for my dog is obviously different than the love I have for a female. Is it possible for love to have stronger and weaker forms? Let us take the example of my love for a dog, my love for my mother. Is the differentiating factor the strength and weakness of the love, or is it something else? There are many factors for the difference here; I would not, for example, talk to my dog as I would talk to my mother, and conversely, I would not treat my mother like I treat my dog. So the difference of love here is in species. Since my mother is a human, she is loved differently. Let us add some more to our definition or the emotion. I believe when one is in love with someone (or something), one wishes only the best for the person being loved. But then again, there have been times when I’ve wished that bad things would happen to my brother, even though I love him. This is because during those times, I was angry with him. So we should add to our definition that although we may sometimes feel anger (or some other emotion), ultimately we return to the normal state which we call love, in which we wish the other person the best. Another aspect we could include in our definition is attachment. When one is in love, there is a feeling that one needs to be with the person one loves. Why do we feel this? There are probably many different reasons. Maybe one feels that the other completes him/her; maybe one feels alone; maybe one has been conditioned to believe that he/she can not live without the other. There are many different reasons, but here I am only trying to explain the indescribable feeling. But then again, maybe the explanation can be found here. When one feels alone, or feels that one can not live without the other, is this not the same as feeling incomplete? Since nobody else is around to ask at the moment, I will use myself as the sacrificial lamb. When I was (or thought I was) in love, I think it is safe to say that I thought the other person was everything I was not; meaning I felt incomplete. I do not consider myself in love any longer, so does this mean that I have completed myself? Maybe it was just a case of infatuation. How does one tell the difference? Maybe it is because I am satisfied with my current state. But why do I still love my mother, would I feel incomplete without her? I am going out on a limb here; for a while I do think I would feel incomplete, or like something has been taken from me, but these are natural feelings after a loss.