What is love, after all? This question has been asked and answered to a million of times by love experts, poets, writers and psychologists. Everyone tries to romanticize it, only a few venture into describing the ‘dark side’ of it. I’ve been asking myself the same question for a long time. You see, I, too, used to believe in the ‘fairytale’ version of it, the ‘beautiful side’ of it, the ‘hearts-and-flowers’ version. The version that always ended in ‘happily-ever-afters’ and that always ended up making you crave for them with an obsessive yearning. The version that almost every movie or book describes. The version, where you see everything through rose-colored glasses and you only see rainbows and flowers, sweet-nothings and smiles everywhere. The version where a guy meets a girl, they instantly click, they fall in love, they get married after a little convincing of the parents and after that, they all lived happily-ever-after… But it’s not true. It’s not real. The love they show ...
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