“Love is what happens when your brain melts and dribbles out of your genitaila.”
Isn’t that ‘infatuation’? One set of glands calling for another.
Before I met Mr Cowgirl there was no one, but no one, with whom I could spend more than a day without wanting to kill them, or at least, without wanting some time alone.
I knew Mr Cowgirl was the one for me because I want to be with him all the time, even (as other posters point out) if there is absolutely nothing to do but go grocery shopping/clean the drains/watch TV/hang out with his friends who bore me/watch the grass grow. he is the only person I have ever met (or ever hope to meet) whose company I enjoy more than my own. Before I met him I was convinced that there was no such person.
Also, I want to share everything I have with him: dinner, chocolate bars, thoughts, dreams, good days, bad days, time, life … etc.
I have loved/been infatuated with people before I met him, and I don’t mean to dismiss those times as failures: I did love Mr Ex, and it was fantastic, but I had no idea what love could mean until Mr Cowgirl.
My understanding of love (as in matrimonial) is as follows:
Love is not necessarily what you feel for another person, it is how that person makes you feel. But it does not stop there. If that person makes you feel happy or good, and I am not talking sexually, I mean feeling good inside your heart, than you should also want to make that person happy, too. When you feel that you need to be with that other person and to do whatever it takes to make that person happy…that is when you know you are in love and that is how love feels…at least for me.
Kind of moist and squishy. You’ll have to ask the walrus what she feels, though.
Love is cleaning up the kitchen and doing the laundry w/o complaining because your wife is sick and depressed.
Every time I think about what “love is” I always come back to me and my husband, spending the weekend playing scrabble, reading, and sitting quietly with each other. We can spend 48 hours straight together, without distraction from the TV or the computer, without leaving each other’s company, and enjoy every second.
That may not seem like a big deal, but my parents couldn’t stand being in the room for 5 minutes with each other. And really, there’s nobody else I can stand spending that much time with in any capacity.
I like that pepperlandgirl, I realy do.
My wife and I prefer to be with each other as much as is possible as well. It is kind of like an addiction. But we do not need to be doing anything special, though. Just being with each other, in each others presence, that is all that we need to keep us happy.
Love? Here’s what it’s like.
- Choose a highly erogenous spot on your body that feels good when you apply pressure.
- Press your fingers against that spot until it feels really, really good
- Now press just a little bit harder, so it hurts just a bit, but still feels good.
- Now stay like that for the duration.
- That’s it. That’s what love is like. Enjoy!
“Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly, it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.”
- Matt Groening
It’s like removing the top of your head and replacing your brain with a few quarts of the best ice cream in the world… (in other words, it’s a little hard to explain…)
I feel like a hero when my love looks at me, and when I look at her there is nothing else in the world.
She makes sense to me, and I make sense to her. We understand each other’s hearts and we naturally speak the same language. There’s no effort to our relationship (well, sure, we have to deal with the day-to-day details of life, but who doesn’t?)
My chest tightens and my breath catches when I think about her smiling at me, or holding me. I smile all the time now, so much that my cheeks hurt sometimes! I catch myself singing silly songs while waiting for the bus to work, and I just keep singing!
We keep going back to the same words to describe how we feel: “amazing,” “wow,” and “unbelievable.”
I can be myself all the time with her, without any fear or embarrassment. When we look into each other’s eyes, we see each other looking back–but we also see ourselves, somewhere inside the other one, smiling out at us.
We are puzzle pieces that fit in every way. (I can’t wait to see what the big pictures looks like!)
I feel like I’ve been seeing the world in shades of gray, but not anymore. Everything is bright and colorful, alive and joyous. It’s like there was never a sun in the sky before I met her.
(It’s also alot like shellfish poisoning…) 
To echo what some other folks said, I think that love is initially an emotion, but in the long term is a decision. I chose to give myself to my wife and she chose to give herself to me. Essentially, we chose to put our group welfare above each of our individual welfares. And that takes effort sometimes.
I second what Paulonius said…
except for that ice cream bit?