Love is such an important emotion to feel. It reveals to us what a sham our realities actually are. It makes evident the fallacies we carry in our belief that everything we see is reality. We perceive through the looking glass made of our emotions. Looking at the same situation with two different perspectives, two different outlooks, two different mindsets, changes the meaning of our reality. And it is so scary precisely for this reason. If we don’t know whether our assumptions and presumptions and expectations of people are true, what do we really know? Do we really know what we think we know?
He loves me…? He loves me not…?