Love is like cheese. There are many different kinds. Some are mild. Some are tangy. Some are young and fresh; Others must be aged to be enjoyed. Some are obvious; Others you have to peel the wax off. And, like cheese, love goes well with wine and crackers.
It's impossible to define love. As soon as you try, someone's bound to come along and say ``I had a parakeet once that I loved,'' and shoot your theory all to hell. We could start by saying, ``Love is anything that happens between two people that feels good.'' Does it have to feel good? No. Do there have to be two of them? No. Do they have to be people? No.
Maybe we should leave it at, ``Love is anything that happens.''
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