I'm pissed off at the concept of love right now. Why is it so hard to be honest? Too often it's said, I loved him, but I wasn't IN love with him. Or the equivalent vice versa. And what the fuck does that even mean? I think we have a fucked up notion of what "enough" love is. We're inundated with romance books and novels and stories - so much so that I think we've warped our sense of what true love actually is. We have this habit of idolizing things, and those idolized things