Is it wrong to hate love?

Why do i feel obligated by the society to crave that feeling, a so-called pure and perfect feeling. Can we even have something so pure? Do we even deserve it? It seems it brings us most of the time only negative results? I hope more and more that one day I will be capable not of loving me, but understanding me, not of loving someone else, but to understanding him, not of loving life, the world or even some so called divinity but to understand it. Why should we praise such a subjective feeling like love. When we will be capable of objective loving, only then the world will be truly perfect. Here's my theory in progess: if you can really know, understand and accept something, then you can say you love it.