Love is not thinking about someone else. Love is not wishing to be with someone else. Love is not being with another. Love has no object. Love is being in the now, with no separation from the now.
Love is contentment with whatever is present in the moment.
Such a mind is sensitive, alert and full of affection for whatever is. The loving mind is fascinated by life unfolding before it and feels a deep affection for the mystery of life, a mystery it finds awe-inspiring. It doesn t demand that this mystery always present it with joyful events. The loving mind knows and accepts that some objects are pleasant and that some are painful. Because it accepts all, there is no longer pleasantness that must be hung on to or painfulness that must be rejected.