Love is a strange human experience. When we are teenagers, we have our first relationship, and we call it love. Then we spend time with a person, and we discover we really do not have much in common when we have broken up. And more so when we are more mature, we question why we were in the relationship in the first place.
We say love, and we also say we fell in love and fell out of love. We say we have love for a community, a family, a organization, and a country. It begs the question, if I was born in Europe than North America, if I was born in a different century than the last century -- would not my love be different. Yes, I can only really have love to a period in human history, a place within this planet, a family unit I have to deal with, and organizations I have to confront by choice or not.