Unfortunately, it looks like I haven’t been able to retrieve any posts from the last two years. They all seem to have been eaten by the invisible cyberspace monster!
Oh well, having a completely new start could be a good thing too, right?
I’ve been thinking about today’s topic for awhile actually, but decided to save it for my Valentine’s Day blog, since it’s about love. 
To cut a long story short, I believe this word, and all the connotations that accompany it, are overused.
Before I get too involved in this and begin to ramble too much, I should probably clarify exactly what I define love to be. Love is not a feeling, or an emotion, it is an action. It’s something you have to work on every single day of your life. Something you have to keep building up, otherwise it disappears.
Most people, including myself until I started overthinking, would not hesitate to say "I love those shoes", or"I love pizza", when really what they mean is that they like them, admire them, or enjoy them.
While it might not be so dangerous with regard to shoes and pizza and other inanimate object without feelings, I believe that the overuse/underuse or misuse of the word love can certainly be harmful when it comes to people.
Telling someone "I love you" is obviously a very significant, intimate part of your relationship (and by relationship, I’m not just referring to spouses either), and will more than likely change the way the person sees you, and behaves towards you. It brings you closer together, but also puts more responsibility on both parties. Responsibility that can sour a relationship if it is foisted upon it too soon.
One of my pet peeves is receiving cards from acquaintances and extended family members which say "Dear Holly *appropriate greeting and message here* Love, Great Uncle Keith.". I’m sure Great Uncle Keith is very kind and well-intentioned, but as he hasn’t seen me since I was 4, couldn’t tell me my favourite colour, and probably wouldn’t even recognise me if he saw me in the street, how on earth can he possibly love me? He doesn’t even know me!? Perhaps Great Uncle Keith felt obligated to write this, because he felt that simply saying "From" was impersonal. He might be right, but he could have said "Happy Birthday", "Congratulations", "Merry Christmas" or something else instead!?
I agree with Margaret Atwood, who was perceptive enough to use her poem "Variations on the Word Love" to describe it as "a word to plug holes with". Something you say without really thinking about what it means to you, or what it might mean to the other person. Something you say because you think you should.
It’s all very well to do this, and to tell someone you love them IF YOU REALLY DO (In fact you should. Now. Right now.), but otherwise, don’t plug holes with it.

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