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Don’t be fooled by the title of my blog and think my rendition of all matters of the heart involve rainbows, pixie dust sprinkles and giggles. My thoughts concerning love are usually darkened by my bitter and often cynical thoughts. Growing up, adults usually described love as this magical thing, a feeling above all other emotions. Upon entering my first real relationship, I took their words to heart. My journey with this man would ride on the wings of unicorns and we would last forever. It quickly became clear that all we rode upon was pointless arguments and feelings of dissatisfaction. Eventually (thankfully) our relationship dissipated until there remained nothing left to salvage. Afterwards, I began to think of my previous impressions of love as foolish, the ideas of a girl too naive to know any better. That is, until I actually fell in love.
There are rainbows. There are pixie dust sprinkles. There are giggles. And guess what? All of this scares the hell out of me.