What do men and women think they mean when the use the word "love"? What ideas do they have about love? How do they define it? The word love has become like the smell of an old used storybook; once owned and circulated throughout the centuries; and yet filled with adventures longing to be discovered.
I recently saw an old friend for what we both knew would probably be the last time. I was a little shell-shocked, and given the awkwardness of the situation, didn't really know what to say. I didn't think I should be flippant, resorting to something day-to-day innocuous like "See ya soon!" or "Take care!"