You have no one above all others, then.
Perhaps I truly do feel things too strongly.

[That's followed by another pause, though he breaks it by letting out a little hum of thought.]

... Alright, then. I suppose I'll give you a more classical description -
Worship, if you must have a way to think of it, is the most intense form of devotion one could choose.

The easiest example I can think of, frankly, would be that of nuns. Nuns, when they join their sisterhood, give up everything in order to better serve and worship God and Christ -
Some even going so far as to be something of a "wife" for them, foregoing their own bloodlines entirely to remain pure.
Just for the sake of devotion to the ones they worship.

It is an intense form of love. One that the like of romance and friendship stands apart from entirely - almost as if they are wholly unrelated beasts.

If we were to dip within the color wheel of love, I'd liken it to manic agape; a selfless love, expecting nothing in return for said love, but one so large that it overwhelms you just to think of the one it's for.
A love in which you would kill to remain by their side - hence why sacrifice for the gods has remained a ritual practice even in the modern day.