After wanting a love like in the movies for so long and never finding it, I began to think it didn't exist. Maybe true love was a figment of imaginations, something created, not something that could actually happen. I felt like time and time again I fell in love, none of them amounting to a thing. Pretending I was in love was something I became good at, not admittedly my most endearing quality.
Does true love really exist? Is there one person out there that the fates have so graciously betrothed us to? What if we never meet that person? What if we walk our entire life never feeling true love because we never cross paths with "the one"? Or maybe we're all wrong. Maybe there isn't just one person out there. Maybe a Shakespearean classic is too much to ask of life and love. The most we can hope for in this life is to wake up each day with a reason to smile.
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