Love is complicated. Love is sublime. Love is painful. Love is one of a kind.
There is a moment in every relationship where you hope and pray, "This is the one." That lapse in judgment will eventually fade. But, again and again you will walk the streets in search of the illusive soul mate. We want to believe the pathological liar. We want to feel financially secure. We want the honeymoon to never end.
Love is a drug that there is no medication to cure.
I do not trust love.
Kate
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