True love, whose to say it is or it isn't. Does a love become any less true if the story isn't as epic? Does the love lose its luster if great hardships and heartbreaks were not involved. It seems any love story worth telling must have either a tragic begining, middle, or end. Maybe it is more romantic to dream of having to fight rather epic battles to come across to the one "true one". What if you were the lucky one who realized what you had when you found it, held on to it, kept it alive, is that not enough to mention? It seems if you've gone your whole life with that person always there, always happy ( or for the most part ) , then it can't possibly be the real deal, it must mean your soul mate is out there, the two of you seperated by great odds, living in the life of tolerance because you regret everyday you live because you're always wondering "what if?". The man you were with there is just the man you settled for because you didn't want to dissapoint anyone and be along for the rest of your days. Why can't there be love stories about the ones who never have to go through it, does it mean they do not appriciate the love, or know what they have, is it that you have to lose something for it to mean anything?
Just watched a chick flick, oh how I despise those things. On the other hand Amanda Seyfried is kind of cute. ( and she was in Jennifer's body, so she always reminds me of Megan Fox : D )
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