Why do movies give us false hope that we will find true love?
Maybe love exists, but it is not like the movies.
Real love takes work, sacrifice, compromise. It is living with and putting up with someone who is not quite perfect, sometimes annoying, but lovable nonetheless.
There is no such thing as the perfect man or woman. Do we lower our standards to find love?
Happy endings are endings that haven't really ended yet.
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