what is love?

The creator of this prompt has asked writers on this site what love is. I decided to try and explain it, but to be completely honest, I'm not exactly sure what love is either.

Is love what my mother says she feels for me after yelling at me to shut up and do whatever meaningless task she wants me to perform? Or what my friends claim to have for me before ghosting me for 4 months? Is love what I feel for the people who show me an ounce of kindness before their true personality comes out in all its horrid glory?

Or is love beautiful? The kind of feeling that makes you want to get out of bed in the morning no matter how sucky the day before was. The feeling that you are floating through the clouds and not walking on the boring grey pavement like the rest of us. Is love a sense of never ending happiness, so long as you are with the person you hold so close to your heart? Is love even real?

I'm not sure what love is. But with all the suffering I've gone through looking for it, it better be pretty freaking great.