The Trouble With Love Is.

"Therefore I lie with her and she with me. And in our faults by lies we flattered be."

Too many times we use love as an excuse to deny the truth that is staring right at our faces. Like the flickering flame on a candle, we earnestly try to retain the last dying embers of flame. When the flame fizzles out limply, we refuse that reality and search vainly for another explanation. When do we remove our rose-tinted glasses and stare at the abyss right between the eyes?

The trouble with love is?
We believe it's real.