I want to define love. I want to say, with certainty, “Love is this” “Love is that,” and know those statements to be true.
And yet, what do I know of love? I know what worked for me with one other person at one time. I consider us a success, but I should not use that to pretend that I know what love is. It behooves me to remember that love was not a static thing. It changed, it morphed, it moved up/down, down/up.
I will say, however, respect helps. Regard. Care. Concern. More for you, than me.