love

i think my worse fear is that maybe, just maybe love isn't real. well maybe not that love isn't real but that its not as real as people make it out to be. what if love started out as this amazing couple who loved each other more than anyone now on this earth could imagine. what if all the cheesy lines they told each other weren't cheesy but true. what if somebody else saw what they had and wanted it so they took those cheesy lines and said them to their partner, just trying to get what that first couple had. but those lines were empty because they weren't true, they were just a false imitation of what love could truly be. what if this false empty imitation of love has traveled down through the generations and now its in romantic movies and on valentines day cards and whispered sweet nothings into peoples ears but its all a lie. not a cruel or ever purposeful lie but a lie non the less. how am i suppose to live with the fact that love could all be a lie.