Eternal Love

I've learned there are things that I used to hate with a freaking passion, but I have made myself grow accustomed to being around them and not minding Them, Like mushrooms, or seafood, or (dare I say it) Justin Bieber.
But then there are things
Also that I love, and I can grow less fond of them without even trying.
Like my family, or the color pink.
I'm learning now that in order to completely love/hate something or somebody there doesn't have to be a lot of thought put towards making that feeling happen. Which is why I try to choose so carefully what to love, and what I should hate. And how I spend my thought life. So I'm sorry if I don't love you yet, I may never love you.
That's just the way it is.
And if I could love you without having to deal with the consequences when I decide I don't want to love you anymore, an that there is something better out there well, I probably would.
But the truth is, I don't know myself well enough to know what love is suppose to be like.
What I think is love could be just a small fragment of what eternal love is supposed to mean. And I don't want to make the mistake of stealing both of our eternal loves just to replace them with a cheap replica.