Love is not real.
I mean, in the literal sense, it's really not.
Love is not something malleable.
Love is not something you can hold.
But does that mean that it's fake?
Does that mean that it doesn't matter?
Does that mean there's no hope?
Does that mean it's pointless?
Although love is not 'real' It can still feel-
Bent.
Torn.
Swelled.
Shattered.
Abused.
Although love is not 'real' we still question-
If love is not real, then why?
Why should we care about It?
Why do we argue over It?
Why does it hurt?
Love is a feeling rather than a form.
Love is what you make of it.
Literally, it's a feeling, one that's real to YOU.
Love IS real.