I was talking about love in the purest sense of the word, not the diluted, overused "I love you" that people throw around today. You don't actually LOVE your shoes, even if they did cost $300. I'm talking about fully committed love where if you lose (for whatever reason) the person you're addicted to you go through withdrawls, actual physically painful, curled up in a ball on the floor of your room screaming "Why god, why?" withdrawls. And there are levels of addiction, just like anything else. I'm addicted to smoking, I LOVE smoking, Nic O'tine is my little best friend and he comes in packs of 20 and I miss him when he's gone...on the other hand I'm also addicted to pizza, have to have it, but not nearly on the level that I have to have smoking. I've considered beating a friend unconscious for a smoke, or stealing them, but would never do the same for pizza though the "jones" is the same.