Sometimes we fall for those ‘I love you’s made of plastic. We live in a fantasy world oblivious of the cold truth, or perhaps we choose to ignore it to momentarily cease our thirst for affection. It’s our need of attention what drives us to make the dumbest mistakes, or lose the greatest of gifts: our dignity and self respect. We succumb to these disguised caring, loving, and attractive passions. The mask sooner or later falls off and we find ourselves alone and robbed of our virtues, our strength, our energy, our innocence, our faith, our hearts and our days. Sometimes we lose ourselves when we become the reflection of someone else; we mistake real love with the plastic kind. It’s not strong enough, it's cheap, it s plain, it revolves around looks, bodies, things... and then the next best thing. People we claim to love turn out to be disposable. It becomes about sexual fragmentation, manipulation, opportunism. It's so depressing... What have we become? We can't choose a certain few or be selective when it comes to showing our good values... It makes us dishonest, fake, not of good character. If we are righteous, respectful and fair only to those of our liking, it reveals that we do it to fulfill our selfish intentions, but not because we possess a genuine good and righteous character. Sooner or later our real self comes out and the plastic love breaks into pieces, like if it were of glass. It's deceit. This which I express is not bitterness, nor pessimism, this is real disappointment based on real situations and not just a failed enthusiastic optimism. This thought isn’t just based on my unaccomplished dreams, but on broken hearts, and real lies that’ve killed. Some say I think too much. I'd say I think too much -like a woman-. Despite it all I still believe in true love. I still want to fall in love... with someone who will give me the real true love, and not the plastic kind
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