Question: How or should we categorize our love for those we care about?

   Is it possible to love someone too much? If so, is it even wrong to do so? Also does loving someone so strongly mean that you have romantic feelings for them?
   I don't believe so.
   I believe I can love someone with the same strength as that of the woman I fell in love with...just differently. (I seem to use that term a lot when describing my actions or train of thought but that's for a different post) I have friends that I can truly say I love with so much passion it scares me sometimes. I sit on the phone with them when they have a bad day and listen to their problems (even though mine is worse), drive cross country to see them even though I was strapped for cash, give my last dime to, let drive my car anywhere, or cook for them to cheer them up when they are down. Those, in my opinion, are favors of true love. Nothing romantic, nothing with ulterior motives just pure love. That's how I love my dearests, strongly.
   When I finally found love (romantically) I saw the difference in the types of love but not the strength, because they were equally as strong. Of course the types of love lead to different privileges but it doesn't lead to different levels in strength.
   My deepest disappointment in this world is that we can not allow ourselves to think in color, to see things outside the box. Instead we are content, no, afraid to see things other than black and white outside the psychological and philosophical walls of ignorance, fear, and justification that we confine ourselves to. Our world reminds me of a book I read in junior high called The Giver. It was a story about a "Utopia" where people lived in a false sense harmony and peace on the inside of a wall shut off from the world. The people living inside, ignorant to the world outside those walls, knew nothing about fear, anger, or love but there was peace so no one dared to venture outside the box. They were stripped of any thing that made them original, the ability to see color was stripped away at birth, and freedom of choice was taken away and their lives were decided by others (sound familiar?).
   Although they had peace it was false, although they had happiness it too was false, they even had love but this again was false. It wasn't until the one assigned to be the new Giver learned the truth from the previous Giver that there was more to life than that hell they unconsciously enslaved themselves in that a true Utopia would begin to blossom and grow, but first someone had to break down a wall.
   We can't allow fear to stifle our way of happiness nor can we allow it to stifle how we express our love. I am not ashamed to love as strongly as I do, although many believe I should be, but my intentions are purely to care.
   When others place their own intentions in the mix is when you find yourself with a cauldron of poison, double double toil and trouble indeed is what occurs when we allow others' mindset and ignorance infiltrate our minds and taint our hearts desire.
   I try to live by this: "Let me live, cause I will most definitely let you live."
   Life truly is that simple, or it should be in my opinion.
-Nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love.- The Beatles
They said it best...and I'm gonna give plenty of it, strongly.