I don’t pretend to know the exact nature or meaning of love any better than the guy next door, after all, I am finite and love seems to infinite. In my readings over the past couple of years here are some of the more interesting comments I have stumbled across regarding the meaning and nature of love.

Love is not allowing or accepting others to define you.

Love is not beating or abusing oneself or others through actions or words.

Love is not “always” deferring one’s individual needs to others.

Love is not seeking the love or acceptance of others through neglecting oneself.

Love is not giving one’s heart to someone who is emotionally or physically unavailable.

Love is cutting ties or surrendering to the death of a relationship that are not good for us.

Love is not staying in a relationship if the other person cannot or will not reciprocate or initiate love.

Love is not staying in a relationship with someone who does not want to be with us.

Love is telling others what you need or want in a relationship.

Love is not when you fall in love immediately with a new acquaintance.

Love is assigning boundaries to protect oneself.

Love is not being in one-sided relationships.