Mel Loke

Loving means more—although I emphasise the balance of importance in both—because to love someone is an indescribable feeling of joy and contentment, albeit my self-conceptualised theories and works about hedonistic happiness.

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Loving means more because it's harder to find someone whom one could love wholeheartedly without feeling an urge of infidelity, and perhaps partially because I have personally given up on being loved.

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This assumes that the love referred in this question is about romantic love.

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Family love is the same concept, except that it's unspoken unconditional love that warms the heart and brings tears to the eyes just by feeling love and putting in the extra effort to love.

Throw in wordplay into a bicker and annoy the shit out of me; then make up, cuddle, and fall asleep together. Is that too much to ask?

Lying on a remote beach in a bikini—feeling fabulous about myself—while I write my book and drink some caffeinated beverage. Having the company of the man I love and my baby ? by my side helps to add to the bliss.

I hate how I can't share that answer with you. Maybe try to read my mind instead?

I eat meat, and I'm ethical in my professional work. So what does that say about the ethics of meat-eating?