The horrors of love are usually the mallacious falsified diety’s we perceive to be our love. The fakers, schemers, the thieves of what is real and precious. We place them ahead of ourselves and above others. Yet they are false pretenses of the truth of what love is or should be. So the horrors of love are actually nothing to do with love, just the artificial synthetic form of it. So when I say get real, I mean it. Real love, real passion and real connection, it can be copied and implied, but real always stands the test of time.

Ryan L. Rinehart

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