In a sense, love has no meaning. It is an experience. The experience of love gives you an instinctive and intuitive awareness that you are somebody, somebody valuable, not based upon any of your accomplishments, but based solely on the reality of your existence. You are valuable because you exist, because you were invited into creation by God. The experience of love begins at the very beginning, when you first pop out or perhaps even before that. But when we do first pop out, those initial moments, initial days, weeks, months, of making the connection with people who love us for no good reason, but just do, begins the possibility of maturing into a loving adult, who can both give and receive love, who has compassion and empathy, who knows eventually what it is to be response able and accountable. In tennis, love is zero, no score. And so in relationships, love is just love, no winning, no losing, just being, being valuable, being loving and being loved. Perhaps we are invited into existence solely to love and be loved and to keep love loving.