Ramblings of Love

17 Dec. 2009

Love isn’t real. There’s a huge hype about it, but it’s not. They either die, or break up with you. Like a fantasy, love dies, love ends, love was never there in the first place. You could shove your favorite fairy tale in the drawer of two-year-old memories. That’s your love. Those are your friends. Your friends are each book your mother read to you when you were little. Your love is shit. Your love is the dusty old book, ground into the garbage pile that you left it. Your love is your fairy tale. It all seems too good to be true. Guess what? It is.