I remember spending Christmas one year dope sick on my couch cause I was broke. I saw my brother receive a lot of cash. I took the cash and drove over to my dealers. However, I just couldn't bring myself to steal from him. Even in withdrawals. I drove back home and put all the money back.
Not sure what this has to do with love. More like respect for someone's property and the law. I don't take things that don't belong to me, even if I can't stand the person.
But good for you. And good for your brother too.