And I don't believe in love anymore, how can I? When it's actually the most uncertain thing possible. You don't know when it's gonna show up and change everything there is, and then, when you finally get used to it , it abandons you.
Suddenly the reality sinks in, the reality that the protagonist is always going to be the most flawless girl, and the most handsome man would fall for her and they would have a happily ever after.
Because the not so perfect girl with blemishes on her skin and the guy with not so perfectly sculpted body never get the handsome man and the beautiful girl they wanna be with.
How can I believe in love when even the ones who define and write about it feel that the imperfect ones don't deserve to be loved.