Love (n.) is a labyrinth of misunderstandings whose way out doesn't exist.
Love (n.) is always done from a feminine position. Loving feminises. That's why love is always a bit comical in a man. But if he lets himself get intimidated by ridicule, then in actual fact he's not very sure of his virility.
Love (n.) is always reciprocal. If I love you, it's because you're lovable -there's something in you that makes me love you you are implicated.
Love (n.) is grounded in the belief that by loving someone you'll get to a truth about yourself. We love the one that harbours the response, or a response, to our question: 'Who am I''.
Love (n.) is the little things, fetishes whose presence is indispensable to spark off the love process tiny particularities.