I can easily say that love is the opposite of hate. To me, hate is more identifiable than love is. Hate is easy and naturally flows through you. Most of us have or know something/someone that we absolutely hate and a lot of people claim to have many "haters."
Just like "love," the word "hate" is thrown around so much that it doesn't have any real meaning. For example, I love Chinese food and hate coffee. Now, do I truly love Chinamen to the point that I couldn't live without eating it? Or do I absolutely despise every single Starbucks that God has allowed to plague this earth? Of course not, but if you ask me about them my response will be, "I love Chinese food and hate coffee."
My definition of love seems simple and vague, but my definition of hate brings clarity to what I deem as true love. True hate, in my definition, is to wish death on someone. When people say they hate someone they usually limit their hate to extreme suffering. They rather see their enemies suffer than die. While seeing someone I absolutely hate suffering tragic agony is a wonderful thing, I still need them to die in order to be completely satisfied. If I hate you, I don't want to ruin your life; I want to end it. Point, blank, period. This is why I laugh when people talk about how many "haters" they have. Trust me. If you really have haters, you won't be alive long enough to complain about them.
Many people confuse "like" and "dislike" with "love" and "hate." The terms "like" and "dislike" aren't as heavy. You'll look out for the well-being of someone you "like," but you won't die for them. You'll enjoy the suffering of someone you "dislike," but you won't kill them.
So, now that I have defined hate, you have a better understanding of how I define love. I know how many short buses there are, so I'll break this down as simply as possible. If you want to see the ones you hate die, then you want to see the ones you love live (not die). I would even go as far as saying that you would die in order for a loved one to live. That's where a lot of people draw the line. You say you love someone, but aren't willing to die for them. This kind of puts things in perspective for all of you who said "I love you" to a significant other and they didn't say it back. Maybe their definition of love carries more weight than yours does, (cough) ladies.
I probably struck a nerve for some of you. Now, you have to reconsider which friends and relatives you REALLY love. You could argue that there are different levels of love. You could even argue that love is how you FEEL about someone and not what you DO for them. In that case, you have an excuse to not lay your life down for a loved one. You could say that you love yourself more than you love anyone else, therefore allowing yourself to die for the sake of another is absolutely off the table. Or maybe your FEAR of death outweighs your love for them. In that case, fear is a stronger emotion than love is.
This would explain why so many people are afraid to fall in love. They are afraid of heartbreak. They are afraid of commitment. They are afraid their love will be taken advantage of. They are afraid of proving their love or having their love tested. These fears are legitimate, because they emotionally based. Our fear is just as primal as our hate is. This is how we humans survived long enough to evolve into what we are today. We learned to hate what we fear, so our response is to run away until we gain the courage to kill. Our fear and hatred has kept us alive. What has love done for you lately?
They say actions speak louder than words and I agree. That's why telling someone you love them is meaningless unless you can prove it. However, the only way to prove you love someone, according to my definition, is to die for them. People (females) get too caught up in hearing the words, "I love you." Love has a beginning and an end. Loving someone doesn't start when you say it; it starts when you feel it. And when that feeling fades away; that's when it ends. So save your love at first site bullshit. I highly doubt you are willing to die for a beautiful stranger.