I’m a big fan of love.
Like a really big fan.
Recently, my hubby asked how I can use the word “love” so loosely. “I don’t!” I immediately rebutted, “I mean it when I say it”. But he had a point – my love for him is vastly different from the love I feel for my amigas, or for the guy who made me the most amazing Americano today, or Janey B who kicked my butt all the way to New Polynesia during my morning workout. And it’s definitely different from the love I feel for my cat.
Then, during today’s daily joy of devouring the newest Chaletaine with my favourite highlighter in hand, I stumbled upon the perfect explanation – we simply don’t have enough words for love. One?! Really?!! Whose idea was that?!
On this one, I have to side with the ancient Greeks – they had at least three words!
- philia for friendship and affectionate love
- eros for erotic love
- agape for true, deep love of a spouse or a child
Slightly different, but all the same. They’re love. Love, love, love!
I leave you with a quote from the article by Sam Bee in the same issue,
So much love!
P.S. After the chocolate settles in my belly, I will try their ab exercises. 🙂