I have not yet known love, but I'd like to share my grandparents' story....
My Grandfather came from a family with big money, he had never known hardships, even growing up during the depression. They lived in upstate New York, and they lived on the high class side of town. My grandmother, on the other hand, didn't have a penny. She never knew her father and her mother was sick with tuberculosis in the hospital. So my grandmother lived in an orphanage, in the same city, but on the dirty, impoverished side of the city. It was a very crowded orphanage and she says she only had about 3 articles of clothing.
When my grandfather was 12 years old, he was running errands for his father on the other side of the city. He stopped inside a grocery store to pick up some things, and when he stepped out of the grocery store, there at the bus stop was my grandmother. He says at that moment in time he fell in love with her. He stopped her and talked to her. They got to know each other, found out where each other lived, they talked for about an hour. She said it felt nothing more to her than a little girl crush, she was only 11. My grandfather found out that she had to walk a few miles every morning to get to school, and had to walk across the train tracks and railroad yard every morning.
So from that day on, every morning he would get up EXTRA early, walk across town to her house, just so he could walk her to school...all the way BACK to the other side of town. And he would walk her back every afternoon. The year before they were to graduate, he convinced his parents to let her move in with them. Needless to say, that would mark the end of any financial hardship in her life. The day after they graduated, he proposed to her and they've been married ever since, nearly 60 years now. They're still head over heals in love, and he says every day how he worked his butt off to make sure she would never have to live the way she did as a child.
And they've stood by each other through everything. She was an alcoholic for 3 years when my father was in high school. My father says he never saw my grandfather cry except for once. The day my grandfather's sister came and picked up my passed out grandmother to take her to rehab. They had both planned it, but after they carried her out to the car and drove away, my grandfather sat at the table and cried. When my father got home from school the next day, my grandfather had left a note saying he would be staying at the rehab clinic with "his girl" until she could come home.
If that's not true love I don't know what is.