How am I supposed to look at love in the same light? Here I was, feeling sorry for married couples that were broken or lacking in passion, so grateful that I had so many examples of powerful, everlasting love in my life. But if I had been right all along, that would change everything I thought I knew about love: the devotion, the sex, the sacrifices, the fuel to keep passions alive. It was kinda like that moment where I found out that my favorite salad was just as unhealthy as the artery clogging burgers I loathed. Except much worse. For the past year I've thought to myself that I could probably never get married. Now it's that I don't want to get married.
"Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them."- Oscar Wilde
