How do you define love, though? I think there are different kinds of love. It changes over time.

When I met my husband, we just clicked. We both went: oh, there's the person I've been looking for. It was the kind of love where you feel excited and thrilled to have met, where you think the person can do no wrong.

Then there's the kind of love where you aren't just infatuated but you've got to know the person and you're really happy.

Then there's the kind of love where you're not excited by the newness and you know the person's faults, but you love them because of who they are, not because of who you think they are.

Then there's the kind of love where the going gets tough and you still want to stick around because you feel like that person is a part of you.

Then there's the kind of love where you look at the person and you know you'll happily take care of them when they're old and senile. You don't feel like that when you meet someone. Love is a process, not an on/off switch.