I know the titles a bit vague, but I couldn’t think of one.
In your honest opinions, do you think there’s a certain point at which you can fall in love? Is it something which you lack the capacity for until you are an adult? Or is it something that starts at puberty? Or can you feel it as young as 10 or 11?
Love:
hurts
And everybody hurts… sometime.
I thought it was:
“Love is, what you want it to be”
“Love is, heaven to the lonely”
when within the last hour, you told someone you loved them and even though they didn’t reply in turn, it doesn’t change a single thing.
Maybe a should start my own thread about this… 
Robert Heinlein called it “That state of being in which another’s happiness is absolutely essential to one’s own.”
Love is when you let someone into that place inside your heart that you let no one else see. Love is when you let that someone hold you like a helpless newborn. Love is when you allow that person to open those wounds of yours that have never fully healed, let them bleed again, and be completely healed by their kisses.
Love is where you risk everything, for just a chance to be understood and accepted for exactly who you are.
I have never been there.
As a bachelour, I am a wretched outcast; and have no right to express an opinion on the subject.
Love is…
…higher than a mountain
…deeper than water
Love is when you look into someone’s eyes and see everything you’ve ever wanted and needed in them.
Love is wagering your heart and soul on the caprice of another’s feelings, taking out a mortgage on them, spending the proceeds on a gambling binge, and waking up to an ass-kicked emptyness that makes you want to die.
After much weeping, you do it again.
Because you’re you’re too damned stupid to know better.
Was the original poster looking for a definition or the start of the period when you can begin to fall in love?
I’d say the point is around 5 years old as I probably loved my parents and siblings then more selflessly than I probably do now.
Romantic love? I have no idea. I’d guess sometime during puberty.
…an anagram for vole, a small water-dwelling rodent that eats bugs. This cannot be entirely coincidental.
Romantic love? I fell deeply in love when I was 7. He and I used to walk hand in hand to school. I remember crying in bed at night at the mere thougth of the possibility that we might not marry when we grew up. I was on/off in love with him for seven years, until the fateful day when my family was visiting his, and he spent the whole evening discussing motorcycles with my brother 
This has got to be the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long, long time. Choked on my iced tea and everything…thank you. 
Sometimes I wonder if it’s the opposite - that the more you grow up the less likely you are to fall in love. You have to admit there’s something very childlike about the belief in something so magical.
Wha? No Groening yet? I’m disappointed!
Love is…
…perfection in imperfection
…a spark in a firework factory
…a lifetime in a skipped beat.
I believe in spiritual* love, that is something that goes beyond social derived concepts and chemical and biological reactions. Socially, a ten year old is incapable of love because they “don’t know what love is”. Spiritually a ten year old is capable of love, they just don’t know it yet.
[size=1]* I don’t like the word spiritual since it has to many religious connotations. Read spiritual to mean not governed by physical reason.
“…making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.” - HK47
a mystery. 
It’s not something you can explain.