Woah, Soup. You’re getting way over my head here. To me, it’s not something that can be described with words.
Is there only one kind of love? Mother, father, wife, friend, … all the same?
Not to my mind. Like I said, I can’t analyze it, take it apart, dissect it, parse it. But it’s all different. Maybe there’s as many kinds of love as there are people in your life. I really don’t know.
How does one recognize love?
You feel it. Call it the warm fuzzy feeling you get when you’re near someone you love and/or who loves you. It’s an intellectual exercise beyond my capabilities to describe.
D#1 won an award as the “Student of the Year” for her graduating class. I was proud. I was happy for her. And as she received the award, I felt a surge of fatherly love.
Doesn’t mean I don’t love her at other times, but sometimes it just floods over you.
