Pizza Love

People use the word 'love' a lot of different ways.
Take me, for instance. I am often heard saying that I love my husband and kids.
I am also often heard saying that I love pizza.
What am I saying when I say I love my husband and kids?
I'm saying that I care about them.
I'm saying that I love spending time with them.
I'm saying that if they needed me, I would do every humanly possible to help them.
I'm saying that I always want what's best for them.
What am I saying when I say I love pizza?
Am I saying that I care deeply about pizza?
Am I saying that I have a relationship with pizza?
Am I saying that if pizza had a problem, I would be there for the pizza? (What? Not enough pepperoni? I'll be right there!)
Of course not.
When I say I love pizza, I'm just saying that I enjoy eating pizza until I don't want any more pizza.
Once I'm tired of the pizza, I don't care what happens to the rest of it.
I'll throw it away.
I'll feed it to the dog.
I'll stick it in the back of the refrigerator until it gets all green and moldy.
It doesn't matter to me anymore.
These are two very different definition of the word 'love'.
It gets confusing when people start talking about love, and especially about loving you.
Which way do these people love you?
Do they want what is best for you, or do they just want you around because it is good for them, and they don't really care what happens to you?
Next time someone looks deeply into your eyes and says 'I love you', look very deeply right back and say, 'Would that be pizza love, or the real thing?"