True Love

When does exactly love becames its real name and not something else? Is it defined by giving your whole life to the person you claim you love or by also respecting your very own self in the process. When does it become a reason for others to abuse and betray you? I only know that love is beautiful in spite of life's struggles, in spite of injustices, that love can still be shared even if your very own loved ones hurt you. But when does self-love begin? I must say self-respect must start first within so others will treat you with that utmost respect, then perhaps real love can persist.