What is your relationship with platitudes about love?
I may be giving away my own opinion by using the rather pejorative word “platitude” in the question. I don’t much care for aphorisms in general, and am prejudiced to believe each and every one of them is wrong. But platitudes about love have a special place in my heart as being particularly awful. Like the saying that LGBT rights are all about LOVE.
And the worst thing about them is I can’t question them without outing myself as a curmudgeon. It’s a lot like interrupting someone’s prayer to say how much I dislike prayer.