I'm [unfortunately] in the mood where I'm thinking about the thing I both hate and enjoy pondering the most. I mean, on a biological level, what is love? "Love" is just our drive to reproduce. No sex = no continuation of species. Love is the illusion of that 'magic' to get you to reproduce. Yet, on a level where you accept that you're just an animal, love means so much more. As of yet, there's nothing I have that's worth saying, but I'd like to hear your stories.
You can be as broad or as specific as you want. What you feel about love, or how it should be. A specific instance where you felt (or felt the lack of) love. Your parents, your pets, your SO, anything.
Give me life stories, give me shower thoughts, I want to hear it all.
EDIT: I'd also like to emphasize the "lack of" as well. Tell me about things that didn't work out. Bestow your wisdom on me and others. What mistakes were made?
Hell, while we're at it, why don't we also talk about hate?