A little tip, love does not exist. I sincerely agree with this sentence. I mean, come on. We think that love is this fantasy that is butterflies, roses, kisses, and steamy spooning. Well, come on people. After all, this is reality, and reality is harsh, but real. You can’t have your heads in the clouds all the time. If you had your head in the clouds and you were walking down the street, you wouldn’t be able to see where you were going and you’d veer off into the street in the path of a shuttling bus and squash! But I am not just talking about the obvious safety of the physical realm, but the emotion one too. Your heart is a very scared thing. It cannot be taken for granted. It is very fragile. I have given mine away too many times to randoms who come up with charm and good looks and sweep me off my feet for about a week, but then leave me with regret and soaking palms. I guess what I’m trying to say is this thing called ‘love’, is it really worth all of these side affects and risks? I mean, think about it, kind readers. You have all these risks, like being used, feeling helpless, being dependent, is all of that worth the tiny chance that you probably won’t have at love? Why put forth effort if you are going to crash and burn? Just something to think about, just gushing my feelings. Love.
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