Love conquers all, they say. Sometimes it does. Often it doesn't. I don't think it's a question of real love versus false love so much as the reality that love -- like longing, desire, faith, and even hate -- are facets of the cycle of hope and despair we inhabit. As with rock, paper and scissors, we never know what will see us through until we see the future's hand. Sometimes pure desire is enough to keep us going. Sometimes even love itself can't bring us home.
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