The one thing it seems like we can all agree on is if we could just love each other the world would be a better place. The problem is we just can’t seem to agree on what we mean by the word love. And even when we do agree it doesn’t seem to make the world a better place or at very least our world. What does it mean to truly love someone, whether it’s a friend, a coworker or a spouse? And what does it look like when someone truly loves you? What if love isn’t the problem but it’s our definition of love that is the problem?