Perception on love

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Love is a simple word, but it's holding complicated meanings in its folds.
I's starting to believe that everything I knew - or thought I knew- was true, that love was pure, that finding love would give you a rare sense of tranquility that you've been seeking,
that love is easy like some kind of a recipe or a scientific experiment with clear 1,2,3 steps.
but I've never felt more confused.
I know that life isn't a movie or a song, but I was naive enough to be optimistic, to hope and expect that things might be different.
but I learned that love was nothing like the things I mentioned.
I learned that love is rare fragile flower,
it's a feeble lie, a heavy promise hanging by a weak thread,
love is cruel, unfair, and ugly,
it's blind and deceiving,
it's heaven and hell and everything between.
it could go wrong in a million possible ways, it could put you on the top of the world and bury you in the deepest grounds.
you could love someone more than you love anything else and they would still not care about you,
you could be loved by someone and never know it.
you could love someone who loves you back but then things go terribly wrong and the love that you have gradually turns into a savage beast, a terminal disease.
you could love someone who would love you back but the two of you were hurt before, and both of you are so scared because there are so many maybes and what ifs and you're not certain so you choose to let go.
you could love a dead person, you could love someone who left you, you could give love and love with all your heart and still get nothing in return.
because I learned that love doesn't last, it either evolves into something bigger of fades like a light of a candle.

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