Love is...

Alright. I walk into a resturant, put my family's name on the list, and sit on a bench. This was an Italian Resturant. Now, I usually don't walk into resturants searching for and answer on what the definition of love is. On this paricular day, I was more thoughtful than usual, and ironically enough, thinking about love. I am a random thinker, I do that often. I enjoy pondering the values of life and the complexity of human nature every once and a while. To get back to the story, I sat down on the bench, looked into the seating/eating area and found myself staring at the wall, which actually said, Love is.... adding the perfect amount of garlic. Now if these scammers are telling the truth about love than I must have a pretty messed up definition of love. You know? But obviosly, its just some cutesy wootsy little thing that attracts some to there resturant, I suppose. So I got on to pondering the defiinition of love. I couldn't place it. What do you think? Is there one? I don't know. If I had to say what love is... well....well, I know it is definately not adding the perfect amount of garlic. :/