It's just a word. Does anyone honestly know the meaning of the word? Have you, reader, actually 'felt' love, or know it? You say you love your parents? Is that so; or can that word be replaced with respect, loyalty, honor, appreciation? Need, desire, lust... infatuation... when is it truly "love" as you call it and not just a word you substitute in the fill-in-the-blank because you're told to do so and told you know "love" and told to show it.
There is only one absolute truth we know of. All things end. Where there's a beginning, there has to be an ending and the only way around that is never to begin at all. Maybe that's backwards logic--or just stupid--maybe it's self-preservation.

In the end, something dies and someone cries.
I'd rather be the killer than the weeper.

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But I guess even the fiercest of cynics is still a hopeless romantic. You could call me one if you really want to. I want to believe there's such a thing as love, namely true love, I've just seen no actual proof of it. Movies, literature, music, legends; they don't count 'cause we know it's just fiction or embellished bias. Right?

I'll be an explorer with my guard up in the face of danger, hunting the "legend of true love."

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I admit it. I want to find love and feel it. Like Bonnie and Clyde, Tristan and Isolde, Cupid and Psyche. I want it to be Mindy and ______, a living testimony to the existence of love, to stand the test of tie for cynics yet unborn.


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"You'll have to face it, the endings are all the same however you slice it. Don't be deluded by any other endings, they're all fake, either deliberately fake, with malicious intent to deceive, or just motivated by excessive optimism if not by downright sentimentality." - Margaret Atwood, 'Happy Endings'
See, I'm not alone in my feelings on endings. Granted it appears a very feminist feeling, as my like-minded theorists seem exclusively feminists.