My answer to a friend's prompt ("what is the one thing you've learned about love over time?")- may or may not actually answer the question:

Love doesn't exist in the way we all think it does. It is not a feeling one tunes into. It is not a destination or a goal. It is not a savior or solution. It is not nirvana. Love is a collection of moments that transcend their context to create something beautiful and intricate and complex and completely terrifying. It enters you and tears out your basic assumptions and turns you into someone you weren't before, and can leave at any moment without any warning, like a sunshower starts and stops. It makes you do stupid things and things that make you a better person. Love is a quantum cloud of electrons, a word whose meaning is impossible to chart, locate, or predict, but rather has to be assumed as all-inclusive, at once everywhere and nowhere.