Is love real?

Love is real.

Is it really? How?

Is it really? How?

It's chemical reactions in the brain and feelings that most people experience. I would say that that qualifies it as real. If not, then by that logic nothing can be classified as real..

I think it's real

Just because love is real, doesn't mean that you can't get hurt by it!

I have relatives (siblings, even) that I don't love, cause I've never met, so this "natural love" that you describe is not automatic. You can have that bond with anyone.

I get that. But why would anyone hurt someone they love?

At age 16 I'm not sure I really understood much about love. Teenage relationships are phenomenally intense but coming at a time of great change in our lives, our relationships with our family, and a growing independence, I don't think that's the right age to make any settled judgements about what 'love' is.

The OP is right to make the distinction between people saying 'I love you' and actual love. I can't offer any proof of something so personal and difficult to describe except that you know when you love someone, and you eventually come to know it when you see it too.

For it to have been written so much about in literature, poetry and history. For it to have captured the human imagination so fiercely, occupied every pocket of thought, conquered dreams and cities and caused so many wars, I feel it must only be real.

I think love is very real. It's both unconditional and eternal. I think it's fair to say that some people don't understand it and "love" every person they date - thinking that it changes depending on how they feel. But when you love someone through every fight, every happy and sad moment and love them for who they are, that's love.

To some, love is a delusion; it's unstable, changes over time, completely disappears and turns into some type of obsession - but that's just getting confused. However, with others it's real.

Literature and poetry don't have to be based on reality. It could be that love is just something all humans long to feel or to have, and because of that desire we do strange things....

I find that the most inspiring literature on romantic love, is based on the author's on experiences in life. I'm utterly convinced of love's existence and don't need more evidence (other than my experiencing it of course) to know it's real. Have people not been imprisoned in the name of love, died of their love of the other, committed suicide and other irrational acts. It couldn't all have been lust?