Some people make love to be something bigger than it is. Love really does exist, but in different forms, and in ways people simply take for granted. For instance, the love a parent has for a child, or the love of a close friend that you've been through many hardships with. There's also love for your brothers and sisters, and people you treat as brothers and sisters.

The existence of love simply depends on how broad or narrow the definition of love is to a person. To me, it's simply to like something/someone at a greater level. It's the difference between being simply happy and being ecstatic, or being a little sad and being downright miserable.