We assume by definition we know how to love. The reality of it all is we learn to love from experiences that allow us to observe love. Our views of love can be skewed depending on the manner in which love was presented to us. I myself came from a broken home with abuse. My father would hit my mother rather violently. A few days later he would buy her something, say he will never do it again and tell her he loved her. She would stay in this situation for 7 years. Imagine how different I thought love was. I thought love was controlling, abusive, apologetic and happy.