"To love and not be afraid to lose is the bravest thing you can do."
Love~ is it a real thing? Can we be in love? And if it is does it strengthen us or make us weaker?
Should we express love with words or through actions?
"Why don;t you dig deep into your own experience of it without having to be asked to do so?"
Because in this case the question was about "we" instead of the individual. 
...I also tend to work better with answering questions directly, since my way of thinking tends to err on the side of tangenting off other's points or questions.
"I want to see you write something that isn't surrounded by brick."
You have somewhat in private. 
"Tell us your experience of love TC."
It's pretty much obsessing over a person's life to the point that I forget about elements of my own alongside an associative attachment to power once I've seen it displayed towards myself within the realm of classy self control and restraint (if they aren't comfortable with power yet but the potential is clearly there I have a nasty habit of grooming them into that direction). I generally collect stories from people, but in their cases I want to experience it alongside them and the stories are a little shinier from my own personal bias towards the individual. I usually end up helping them improve their own lives while they improve mine in ways that ideally leave me a thrall made of puddy (I'm generally contradictory of others to the point of being seen as a foil, socially combative without being overemotional, and excessively chatty, and it's hot when someone can get a handle on that comfortably through both keeping up and overriding it). I'm a sucker for raw honesty, not always so much in words as much as in body language and expression, more blatant displays of passion compared to the reservations about it that are more commonplace. Even with a lack of mutual interests, someone who is open to exploring new ideas has a risk of baiting me.
Love from my feelings on it is obsession, a hunger for data alongside a curiosity that has me want to see how they interact with different aspects of life. Sure that ties into the whole "not wanting to be alone" shtick, wanting a companion to experience life with instead of just a legion of small talkers with it's share of non-romantic close friends, but the vulnerability expressed isn't the same as someone who believes themselves to be in love. The part that makes it suck is trying to shake off that attachment association after the fact. It can make things pretty awkward sometimes. When I really like someone, I kind of desire becoming their assistant so that I can vicariously enjoy watching them thrive, but when it's one sided it risks being kind of pathetic on my part.
Still, from the nature of it I am left wondering if it's love or some mesh of other factors that pair together to resemble it. Closest I have to understanding what it might be is from judging my own behaviors as a result of the other person, since it tends to make me goofier and a little more nervous until a more mutual comfort zone is found.