I wrote a short story about love that didn't have romance, and it talks about this very thing.
We use the word "love" now, but many years ago, there were several words that represented different types of love.
There's eros, or the passionate sexual type of love.
There's philia, or the affectionate love that's not always romantic.
There's agape, or the love someone has for the world or a religious figure.
There's storge, or the love you feel for your family, a sports team, an organization, or even a fandom!
There's ludus, or the infatuation you feel when you have a short-term crush, or when you temporarily feel something for a new friend.
There's pragma, the rarest kind, where you fully trust someone and you're committed to them, whether it's a friendship or a romantic relationship.
Finally, there's philautia, or simply loving yourself.
After writing that anti-love story, I think of love in several parts like this. It's not just the heart-racing ludus that everyone talks about. Sometimes love just... is.
Oh, and as for shipping, I'll sum it up in one sense.
"I don't care who Goku likes, but I'll tell you why he can beat Superman—"