So quickly, Love is not pleasure nor pain not ecstasy nor hurt; it is the field that endures, even as the bliss fades in to despair.
Do not confuse love with urgency to possess someone or be possessed . Love is not infatuation. Love is not obsessive nor compulsive. Love is not cling.
Love doesn’t own anything; it is weightless, formless. Love does not say “I need you for my happiness, my contentment, my life”. No love is synonymous with freedom, with wide open heart, with the willingness to feel every feeling think every thought.