amo, love, amore

for my creativity class, i am supposed to write a "long, long list" of things i love. the things i list can be anything on any level. just a list.

so i started my list the other day. but then i began to question this idea of "love". not the existence of love, but in looking at what is on my list, i am not sure if i really love them or just like them or think they are interesting for some random reason.

the OED says: n. an intense feeling of deep affection or fondness for a person or thing; great liking (followed by many other definition variations, of course). ok, so i feel a bit better now since in this definition i do love the cornflower blue Crayola crayon as i had listed it on my page (it has a really waxy feeling to it, and i like how the color is a bit transparent when you put it on drawing paper).

i also can love dry champagne, hugs, and diligence which are also on my list. i have a fondness for these things, as the definition says i should. but i still can't get over the "intense feeling" idea because this takes me to a stepped-up level that i think is difficult for me to grasp.

maybe... i don't love anything? i don't think i have loved "to the fullest" in my life; there is always a part of me questioning and making sure that "i love" is a phrase used sparingly. maybe it is so i can waffle in my feelings; maybe it is because i am not exactly sure what it is. it is still a very vague concept for me, even after saying that i love things, places, actions, people.