I don't know that love is a single identifiable object. It's a tough emotion or state of being. I feel fear alongside love, and not something shallow like 'will she cheat on me?' but for my lover's safety, attitude, and general well being. I feel unbiased hatred for people and circumstance that hurts or diminishes the one I love. There is also a longing, a fiendish need for a lover once they are no longer around you (temporarily and usually just because of work or life in general.) Mostly, I'd say love is a series of emotions, a crazy bull ride that ends in a great sense of calm. You're there. You have him/her, and more importantly they have you and you feel good about that. Love is terribly hard to define in a manner of dates or numbers, but it is also never the same even in each person's own life. I loved my wife - then divorce - and still I know that at one time I really loved her. Years later now I am mature enough to know that I won't ever love anyone the same way but I have already fallen in love with others, it just isn't the same. No love is ever equal or the same, each is differently defined by both involved parties. My two cents...