You've been sitting on this thread with an iron fist, joswie, and kinda mean to the people who've posted in it. This is an off-topic thread, so expect a little silliness on occasion, it won't get locked so long as most of us stay on topic.
Love is hard to describe. I think love is synonym for like, and a very close one at that. It's a sort of Like 2.0, with shiny bells and whistles. I can't really separate how I define "love" from "like a lot."
I love my friends with a passion, just like I love all of my ex-girlfriends. "Love" itself is a weird word, because everyone uses it as something that's exclusive, that's definite. I don't think I'll ever be able to define love that way, and I suppose it makes me special (in the same way that riding the short bus and wearing a safety helmet makes one special), but not a way I think is wrong.
Who knows, I'm weird. But, safe to say, I love me for it.