What is love?

Some sequences of the current events that befell me, made me think of the definition of love. What is 'love' for real? Ok at first we definitely need two people, just as it takes two to dance, two to argue, two to have a conversation etc.  We have those two delinquents. Person A and person B. They do meet at certain point, maybe they've already maintained a relationship by being friends before, but maybe they just suddenly met somewhere end went totally swept of their feet. To have a healthy relationship what do we need? Understanding, Compassion, Attraction, Passion, Happiness and Fulfillment! Damn it it requires way too much. Do we need to be compatible to stay together? hmm but what the heck it means for real? Compatible? People constantly change during their lifetimes. So something that is compatible to me today, might not be thereof tomorrow. But let's get back to the main characters of our story. A and B. They meet, they get attracted to each other and sometimes they even feel an unbearable passion for each other. They care for each other, they want to spend their damn lives together. But then the difficulties strike in! It might be  distance, mental differences, fears, a need to be independent, not being able to commit and so on and so on. Love is being happy, so some of us back off just as soon as they stop being satisfied. WE NEED TO BE HAPPY, WE ARE DAMN EGOISTS, WE RUN FOR THE HILLS WHEN THE RESPONSIBILITIES OCCUR! OK so we have the right to be happy, but it doesn't mean we have to be jerks with no compassion. It's easy when you are the one , who gets but not gives. Then you're damn happy, but as soon as the self-centred joy vanishes into the thin air, you pick up your toys and change the playground. You fail once, you fail twice. You never find love. It's true at first you need to fall in love with yourself, to be able to love others. But when you are in a perfect state * who will ever be? unless you are a budhist monk, but they rather spend their lives in solitude*, you are actually able to love anyone, moreover you actually don't need anyone to make you happy, maybe just sex from time to time and that's it. At the end you end up being sad and lonely, with regrets you let go of the love of your life. You have your career, you fling with gals or boys, you eat and then what? Nothing. I personally think love is at first a strong feeling that survives everything, a mutual feeling that has to be worked on , stability, a feeling that never goes off. It's also a constant fight to make things work, but if you know its worth the aim, you keep on doing that. If you know the aim and if its your aim, you will never back off. How hard is to find a person to be with, because when you even think you did find them, they turn out to be an illusion. They say love yourself, do your damn job and the love of your life will show up? Where? in front of my door, when I will realize that I'm actually able to love everyone who is decently pretty, and smart enough to satisfy my requirements? If its so is it love? I don't get it. But better to steer clear. Especially from Italians as they have a distorted definition of love. At the end I've lost track of my written monologue anyway. Love is to love so maybe love everyone, have sex just with the ones you fancy, and lead a single life.....Who knows what's love anyway. To each his own, different folks , different strokes.