Love Sucks.

I mean, really. There is this brilliant line in Moonstruck that says "Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*. The storybooks are *bullshit*. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and *get* in my bed!"

It explains it perfectly. Love sucks. I can really say no more. But let me tell you, falling out of love is hard to do.