To love, Lacan said, is to give what one does not have. But to whom? And how to give what one does not have? These are the questions that open the thread of who loves and who is loved. Or is it rather the case of what? Who or what is loved if not the one for whom I lack, for whom in this lack lies the object that causes their desire to the extent that this Other is alive and does not know it. Because if the Other in question is not alive, then the love Lacan speaks about is a love of mourning as there is no one to give to what I do not have.