How can reality and fiction be so different? Love is not sacred in reality, but in the movies? It's so fragile and you're scared it'll break. Maybe I'm just paranoid or maybe it's the truth, they said you had to know it yourself before someone unravels it for you. I longed for a love like the ones I watched and cried on for hours. Something that is sacred, committed and beautiful. Oh I want that. The yearning eyes. The slow burn love. Or maybe it had to be in the other reality not in this reality. Not because we don't deserve it, because we can't handle it. Even if that kind of love will exist in this lifetime, it wouldn't last because of the greediness of people. They'll never be satisfied. So, maybe it is better for it to be unreal and ephemeral. Or maybe it's for us to find out, what's the true meaning of love.