Is love real?
Clearly it is, it's all around us, in our homes, in the streets, in our screens, we see people experiencing it. When we see strangers walking holding hands do we take it for what it is? Two people enthralled with each other, devoted to one another.
What makes love real? what separates it from being a friendship with parts that fit?
I don't think in my 20 years on this earth have I seen people who I would deem as meant for each other(as if I'm some kind of expert). Im talking interests aligned, hobbies alike, souls that have found what was missing. I've seen ease and dullness and fire that stings more than it warms.
Is love simply what we make it? what we wish for, what we so desperately crave?...and all the things we didn't ask for that come with it.
And if it is something that we crave why is it that someone who was wished it on every birthday still can't come close?