From the author: Published Every day we pronounce an infinity of words, not always understanding or giving meaning to their essence. In our fast-moving age, it is almost impossible to keep track of everything that is said, including what is said about feelings. So what is love? A villain or perfection itself, grief or happiness, feeling or their imitation, romance or sober realism? Drowning in boundless worries and everyday life, there is rarely time to clearly weigh everything, much less come to a common denominator. Love... It happens that it is already imposed on us by various social norms, rules and traditions... love for parents (children), no matter how “close” we are to them, practically from birth we must... no, even more, we are obliged to love them... not paying attention to various kinds of negative periods of these relationships. And how we know how to impose on ourselves this “wonderful” feeling towards representatives of the opposite sex, choosing a companion (or companion), and then spending life with him (or her) ... and when romance leaves the relationship, which, as a rule, is an omission on both sides, endlessly proud that we have lived 10, 20, 30, or even more years in marriage... and still love each other, not paying attention to the fact that it has been a long time Do we live like “neighbors”?! Almost everyone, regardless of gender and age, has more than one story that begins with the words “I loved her (or him) so much!” Is love an inexhaustible sum of different feelings? Love = respect + passion + sympathy + care + mutual understanding + responsibility + attraction + fidelity + jealousy + ... (infinity). Perhaps love... instead of a thousand feelings? Tatyana Sorokoletova