Oh, love. Love love love. Such a simple, overused word and but one that has a different meaning to almost everyone I've ever spoken to.
Love to me is the way I can look at a Christian who is pressing a pamphlet on God into my hand, warning me that I may be damned to Hell for being Wiccan, and basically pressing their religious views down my throat and still feel choked up and affectionate towards them because they're LOOKING OUT FOR ME, in their own way. They don't agree with my religion and I don't agree with thiers, but when you all get down to it they want me to be saved. They want to save me from the Hell they believe I'll burn in, and how can I really hate someone for that?
That's the way I love. I love people for their intentions, if they're good. And even if they're not good, I try to find out what made them into who they are today, and love them in spite of whatever turned them into mean, conniving people. I can't stay mad for a week, I swear. Forgiveness comes to me like breathing, almost against my will sometimes.
I haven't always felt this way. I went through the "why does EVERYONE SUCK?" phase in my younger years and held grudges like mad. But as I get older I just can't find it in me to hate anymore. It's the empathy I feel for people, I guess. I look at someone and bam. I'm in their shoes (or what I imagine their shoes may be like.) I can't hate, even though I've been offered some REALLY tempting reasons to hate people in the past. I just don't have it in me.
This is not to say I love everyone on earth. Impossible since I don't know everyone on earth. But I have to say sometimes that the absence of hate feels like a whole lotta love to me.