What is love? A simple fantasy? A fleeting daydream that we chase, hoping it will last, only to watch it disappear like a mirage in the desert? Is love just a feeling that exists for a moment, like a spark that burns brightly but then fades, leaving behind nothing but ashes?
Does love even really exist? Or have we all just turned it into another common word, a concept we throw around without understanding its depth, its weight? Why does it seem like most love stories end in heartbreak, in betrayal, in pain? Is it inevitable that at some point, the love just vanishes, leaving two people staring at the wreckage of what once was?
And betrayal, why does it even exist? How can someone you trusted, someone you gave your heart to, suddenly switch sides, turn against you, and become the person w
