It is strange.
For me who is weird, I love many things such as my material belongings, but I would give my life for any member of my family.
I love everyone who is dear to me.
It is strange to me how I know if given the choice I would choose to save any member of my family if I had to sacrifice myself to do so.
For the family I love, I love with all my heart.
For the people I hate, I hate with vehement anger.
Though that is not to say I hate everyone who hates me.
I only hate the people who I have deemed either truly dangerous to me or my family, or has tried to **** me over multiple times.
Sorry I'm ranting.
But not sorry I'm ranting.
At the end of the day there are different levels of love.