I have experienced true love with someone who wasn't family member. Love the way I've experienced it is rare, I think. For me, it's not fleeting, and it's not some great tantric, overwhelming feeling like I thought it might be so many moons ago. It's this deep undercurrent, always there, and I know it will always be there, no matter what. It's nothing like I've ever felt before, even in those times I thought of previous partners, "this is it. He's the one." What I felt then is completely different from what I feel for another now, even though he and I are not likely to ever date again.
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Have you ever read Sarah Blaffer Hrdy's Mother Nature?
I rather like Heinlein's definition of love: that state of existence in which another person's well-being is necessary for your own.
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