is this description accurate for real love?
3 years ago
or is it symptomatic of the tortured, impossible love that we see only in books and movies?
or is it symptomatic of the tortured, impossible love that we see only in books and movies?
could someone out there reassure me that amid the dirty socks on the floor, extra 10 pounds, annoying family and whatever other issues come together to throw a wrench in paradise, there is the promise and the reality of this kind of passion and caring and commitment and just-being-lost-in-each-other that LASTS? does anyone really have this?