When you are very young, “LOVE” is easy to define. It’s what you feel for your family members and [hopefully] what they feel for you. When you are a little older, you include your dog, your best friend and your 3rd grade teacher. By the time you get to Junior High, you think love is that dizzy feeling you get whenever you see Gary Tushima. [He, of course, is older and doesn’t even notice you.] In High School, you are befuddled about love because of the angst in the songs you listen to and what you see in the movies. Then, your 5th period English Literature class warps your mind further by making “Romeo and Juliet” required reading. How are you to know?