Words are easy. It takes nothing to say "I love you" (And still people say it far to seldom in their life.). And much easier it is to claim that "You love it". A thing, that doesn't give a damn about you, but which you can feed and care about, spend your lifetime and money for and still.... it won't care, if somebody else does it. A car won't tell you, that you are its only loved driver. Its futile and fleeting. Or what about the love of God, that is quickly said, but shows itself often in the most abusive gaslighting possible.
Really loving somebody is hard. What is love? Is there something like one love? Or is this love something that only exists between people and can't be reproduced like a mass product? But there is no guarantee, that you will be loved back. Or this love getting communicated in a language, that you understand as love. And still, if you love somebody, shouldn't you learn his or hers language, too?
But on the other hand, this defined unclarity of love gives you a gift: There are infinite ways to love. If you want to and it doesn't take you much to get started. You just need to love.
For myself I can tell you, after realizing what my hate can do to me, I'd choose love in any situation. Even if its the hard way. Even if it makes me sad sometimes. Even if choosing this way makes it even clearer, how hateful other people are and still claim they can love.
Love saves me.