Defining love.

Love cannot be defined. Except by easy to understand quasi-mathematical formulae. So borrowing Mr. Mannion's equation for a moment, I have determined that love is hormones and an instinctual need not to be alone all the time, with a little bit of finding someone you get along with mixed in. This is why one can love cookies. Still following me?
By finding someone you get along with, I don't mean a friend, or someone you have something in common with. I mean someone you'd be willing to be around for the majority of your waking life without going insane. I am not referring to marriage, simply that an admission of love for something or someone means that you want the around, a lot. So save the love for people you can actually stand.
Now, love doesn't look, sound, taste, or smell like anything, but it does feel good. Kind of warm and fuzzy. Those are the raging chemical imbalances that the sight of your object of affection causes in you. Yes, love is damaging your innards with its hormonal effects. I hope you enjoy that fuzzy feeling, because it is KILLING YOU! No, not really. But it is caused by chemicals in your body. I get the same feeling after I finish painting a mini really well. That's probably just because I haven't eaten or slept for three days by that point though.
So where does one find love? Anywhere. The human being is an unfathomable beast, and we cannot say where he/she will find a suitable object of affection. We are just that random. And while I don't think there is anyone who could fail to muster love for something, I must readily admit that some people (mother Teresa, Gandhi etc...) have way too much of it.
So now you know everything you could ever need to know about love, in my opinion. Which is always FACT. And if you should run across something that isn't covered under this comprehensive guide, hesitate lengthily before asking me about it.