Okay. Here's the truth. You ready?

Love stories are never finished correctly. They're left off in the middle. The "happily ever after" you read at the end of a storybook isn't really where that story comes to a halt. The author just leaves out the reality aspect of it, for the sake of a small hope that burns beneath the surface of their fantasy loving persona (as all artists have). They want the next generation that reads their stories to break the vicious cycle of passing love by. As you can see as you go on living your life, you will realize the rest of the pages are missing, and what they would say. They would describe the pain. The suffering, the arguments, the self hatred, regret, and everything else that could possibly go wrong, just because of the little tickle inside your heart whenever you see him...And it's all the author's fault. Of that story book when you were small, naive and innocent, receiving every word drawn in your mind by their words, faithful that you weren't being lied to. Guess what?

Think again.

So when you get let down, blame it on the people that planted the idea of true love into your mind. It all goes back to the fault of a human's need for companionship. And when that perfection isn't achieved, the human's need to lie.