Yeah there’s different types of love. Like, for me, there’s a love that thrives on affection, validation and sex: romantic love. Love here is a partner, a constant, almost a God. Losing them causes an utter despair, a deep depression, a different type of soul-shattering grief.

And then there’s platonic love: I would do anything for them, I care about them exponentially, and I want them to want to be my friend too. I will do anything for their friendship.

There’s familial love: I love my brother, he can be a shithead, but I love him. I look forward to seeing him but we aren’t especially close. We don’t talk every day. I would be absolutely lost without him though. It would be an unfulfillable void.

There’s love from afar, an old love: an ex maybe. Someone who you hope is well, but you don’t engage with. Almost more nostalgia than love, but also love in the same.

There’s toxic love, which is what you describe in your edit: this is actually how people fall victim to abusive relationships, as the abuser knows you would never leave them behind and preys on it. But the abuser never leaves the victim either — it’s a sick, codependent, insane, chaotic kind of love. In my eyes, it’s still love — but that doesn’t make it excusable, healthy, or permissible in any regard. It just makes you blind.

I hope that’s what you meant.