Lies My TV Told Me

For the longest time I thought I understood love. It seemed like such an easy concept to grasp: you meet someone, discover shared interests, find comfort in his or her presence, and gradually feel the pitter patter that will inevitably come when you realize that this person is someone you can’t imagine your life without. You then build your world around this person, investing parts of yourself in a relationship that seems like it will last forever because it will last forever after all; that’s what we’re told when we’re young.

Movies and television give us this image of what love should be like and how it should properly fit into our worlds; and we believe it. Why wouldn’t we? Our favorite characters become smitten with other people and we watch as they fall madly in love, overcome some minor obstacle provided to further the plot, and ride off into the ‘happily ever after.’ What we don’t see, however, is the amount of blood, sweat, and tears that goes into each relationship. We don’t see how hard things can truly be because we’re so wrapped up in the warped reality of the big screen and the iconic love stories that come with it.

We become so attached to the notion of ‘happily ever after’ that we lose sight of reality and the overwhelming trappings of life; the fact that not every love story has a happy ending with the two lovebirds smoothly flying off into the picturesque sunset. In fact I would venture to say that most, if not all, love stories are far from smooth; the journey toward that happily ever after that we so desperately want is riddled with disappointment, confusion, and sometimes unbearable sadness. Needless to say, the concept of love that we become accustomed to as children and young adults is hardly indicative of the harsh realities that we become more increasingly aware of as we get older. The concept of love that we are given when we are young neglects the finer points of life, leaving us unprepared and defenseless against these harsh realities.

I thought I knew what love was; I thought I understood it. As it turns out I was wrong and with each passing day I’m learning that not every love story has a happy ending. Not every story has that ‘happily ever after’ that we so desperately want. As it turns out I’m learning the hard way that love isn’t always enough…

Until next time…stay classy.

–          C.M. Berry


About C.M. Berry

I'm an aspiring author, blogger, and poet fluent in sarcasm, profanity, and dark humor. I have something to say about everything and whether you love me or hate me, you'll always come back for more.
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