All kinds of love

I guess I think about love more than I should. It always surprises me its power to change and define our lives.

Shakespeare said "Love is blind."

Now, I know that this is true. For some people love disappears inexplicably, for others love is simply lost, but it's clear that love can also be found.
Even if it's only for a night...

There's this particular kind of love that is the most cruel. The one who almost kills its victims, is called love-not matched. And in this, I've been specialist for years...

Most of the love stories, two people fall in love for each other. But what about the rest? What about our stories?
Of those who are passionate alone...
We are victims of love that is not reciprocal, cursed by the beloved, ill-loved. Hurt without priority. Disabled without the best place in the parking lot.
I've been one of those people.

In the movies, we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. I was acting like the best friend, but now, I know it, I feel it, everything's gonna change, I already can see the rainbow. I'm not going to let myself be the best friend anymore.