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My mom always says " love is an action word". In other words, it ain't how you feel, it's what you do.
Love is a behaviour, plain and simple. I have a wee anecdote to illustrate my point.
When my son was born, he joined a family that had moved twice in six weeks, already contained a super high speed toddler, and a wife with, as of that time, undiagnosed post-partum depression. I was working about 60 to 72 hours a week, all nites, to pay for it all. It was about three in the morning, I had maybe three hours of sleep over the last forty-eight hours, and my disposition was somewhat sour. On that particular nite, I had already been up twice with him as he had picked this interval to confirm that he had colic. As I heard him cry again, I shot up cussing and fussing with absolutely NO goodwill in my heart. With teeth bared and grinding, I picked him up...placed him on my shoulder, and started patting his bottom. I took him to my recliner and rocked him back to sleep.
What I'm saying is that love sometimes goes against feelings... It is WHAT you do, not just how you feel.
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The sad thing is... as you get older you come to realize that you don't so much pilot your life, as you just try to hold on, in a screaming, defiant ball of white-knuckle anxious fury 
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