I Believe Love Isn’t Real

Romeo and Juliet, Cinderella and Prince Charming, and even Beauty and the Beast lied. There is no fairy tale romance, no happily ever after, and no Prince from a far away land will come to the rescue. I believe that there is no such thing as love.

I have watched as every relationship around me has crumbled and fallen apart. My parents do not love each other like they should. They love each other for my and my sister’s sake. I honestly believe they would be happier if they were no longer together. Maybe this is why I’m so cynical about the whole love thing but I truly believe that there is no such thing as love at first sight, true love, or even falling in love. There is no way that a person could fall in love with someone they just met because they don’t know how the other person acts, what they like or don’t like, what they believe in and what they don’t.

My aunt was first married to my cousin’s dad, long before I was born. They were supposed to be in love, they had a beautiful daughter together and lived in State College but then the unthinkable happened; he left my aunt for her best friend. Why, if they were in love, did he do that? There is no explanation that I can come up with except that the love everyone wants me to believe in is non-existent. If he truly loved my aunt there would have been no thoughts of leaving my wonderful, beautiful, and caring aunt for anyone else.

My best friend was in a relationship with a great guy for about two years then everything went down the drain. They broke up and now he will be the first one to tell anyone about all her faults and wrong doings. I don’t understand if he loved her as much as it seemed how is it possible for this boy to say such negative and demeaning things to such a terrific girl? It completely blows my mind that someone who had such “love” for someone can flip the tables and be so negative to them.

My perception of love, and all things that go along with it, could be totally twisted and wrong but I’ve been lied to, hurt, and betrayed that I one hundred percent believe that love was created by Hallmark to sell cards. Although, I believe that there is someone out there who can make me happy and I’ll want to spend the rest of my life with but I don’t think that that is love. I’ve been told numerous times that “he’s” out there, there are plenty of fish in the sea, and all that other stuff people are supposed to say when it has been a rough day, but if “he’s” out there, why is it so hard for me to find “him”? I’m tired of believing that love is not real, but I can’t believe anything different until “he” comes along and changes my mind and completely flips my world upside-down, in a good way.

This is why I believe that there is no such thing as love.