i LOVE you

I love my family. I love my friends. I also love whiskey and tv on dvds and hole in the wall bars. Could it be that we use the world love just a little too flippantly? When we use love so frequently does it lose its true meaning? At what point does a word that should carry so much weight become nothing more than an endearing affinity for something. Do I really love my Ipod like I love my mother? If we can love with such abandon towards material things why is it that loving someone in a relationship is so difficult. And why do I still love Jack Daniels despite his wreacking havoc on my health, life and ability to hold onto important items like my credit card or cell phone? If my boyfriend ran out of battery as often as my Ipod I would have left him (and by him I mean my hypothetical boyfriend) along time ago. I have no trouble committing to the characters in tvland, but committing to characters in my own stage show, now thats another story. Will the word love, which has been used for centuries as the ultimate proof of total dedication one day become obsolete?