Four Letter Lie.

I've been meaning to post this on here for awhile, but I never got around to it. So here it is, I suppose.

I think that there is a point in everybody's life, where they stop chasing fantasies and come to realize that there is no such thing as true love. And that the one thing you've been waiting for; that perfect kiss, those three magical words, are not all they're cracked up to be, not all that you had hoped for. And sometimes, you just have to work with what you've got.

And so true love is shoved into a category with dragons and fairy tales and damsels in distress, never to see the light of day. But every once in awhile, you awake to find that you can almost feel it, you can almost taste it, or touch it, and before you have a chance to grab higher it is whisked out from under you.

It is all the same, every relationship is the same. You think you have true love, but it's just a cheap knock off, something you could get for a third of its' original trouble and value. What you have, girls and boys, is nothing, it's a sham of an emotion. Love gets you nowhere. Love will never save you. Love will never conquer all.

It's a slow, sad, realization, but eventually you will get over it. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you.