"What do you mean?"

"How about an example. If Leo or John was inside a burning house, would you try to rescue them, even if it meant you might get hurt?"

"Of course!"

"THAT is love. Now, that doesn't mean that because you love them you would want to have sex with them, only that the emotional bond is there. Understand?"

"Yeah. But how is that love different from physical love?"

"You've got several friends, right?"

"Yeah"

"Do you like all of them exactly the same way, and for the same reason?"

"No, of course not."

"It's the same thing with love. The way that you love your dad is different than the way you love your brothers is different than the way you would love someone that you would make love with."

"Okay, I kinda get it now."

"Well, if you kinda get it, then you're doing a whole lot better than most people: there are a lot of people out in the world that get physical love and emotional love mixed up, and spend a lot of their lives being unhappy, and making others even more unhappy." I replied.

"Is that why Daddy and Mom divorced?"

(Ahhhhhh,*SHIT!*)

"No, I don't think so. Have you ever stopped being friends with someone?

Not because of something that anyone did, but because it just sort of happened?"

"Yeah."

"I expect that it's the same with your mom and dad. They loved each other a lot, but they just couldn't stay happy with each other. It's like a grown-up version of the problems that you have with Lou and John: you love them, but sometimes they just make you crazy, right?"

A laugh. "Yeah, sometimes."

"Same thing with your mom and dad. Sometimes your mom did stuff that made your dad crazy, and sometimes it was the other way around. Most of the time, they loved each other enough to forgive the craziness, but after a while, they decided that they would rather love each other, and be divorced, than stay married and make each other crazy."