Love is whatever you want it to be. If to you love is eating an icecream cone on a calm, sunny Sunday afternoon while watching a boring soap opera, then that is love. If to you love is kicking someone in the shins and then running away laughing, then that is love. If to you love is having endless amounts of wild monkey sex (most popular), then that is love. You decide what is love to you. I will now go sit in a corner...
