When I was growing up and by growing up I mean up until my late 20's, I always thought of love to be a rather weak substance. Love to me was hearts, words that were said when you were feeling good and an emotion that was one of luxury.
Enter 30 and I had a life altering experience that changed not only the course of my life, but how I viewed love. I almost lost my sister to a drunk driver. I still don't have her back fully and it pains me every day of my life. I can't seem to shake her accident and as someone said her situation is my "ticking time bomb".
Prior to her accident love in most regards was superfluous to me, meaning I thought I felt or experienced it on a number of occasions, but in the back of my mind, regardless of how things turned out, I would be fine without it.