Sometimes it seems like love is just an illusion, that we're just looking for someone to temporarily warm the cold part of our souls. ❄️ We want to believe in fairy tales, but reality so often slaps us in the face. And I ask myself: if love is always a test, can it be "true"?

But there are moments when you believe. When you look at someone and suddenly realize that their shortcomings aren't a problem for you, but part of a whole that you want to keep. 🌙 In those moments, it seems like, yes, true love exists — but it's rare, like a comet that you sometimes see once in a lifetime.

And yet, despite the skepticism, I want to believe. ✨ Because living without faith in true feelings means living in a gray world where everything is mechanical and predictable. But I want color, I want fire, I want that feeling that someone is able to understand you without words.

Do you believe that true love exists, or is it a myth that we tell ourselves to make it easier to breathe? 💔