What is Love? This is a question that I am sure everyone has wrestled with in his or her lifetime. I have always questioned it. My mother loved me I know, but her love was very needy and thus it was smothering for me and for my two brothers. We recognised that for her, this was her expression of love, but for myself it was not what I wanted from her and it was not what I felt ‘love’ meant to me. So what did it mean?