love is a bad thing

Sometimes I think love is the greatest evil disguised as the ultimate sweetness in life.
Love is like that apple that is so red, shiny and juicy.
The apple that you desire to sink your teeth in but might just kill you.
The wicked witch or queen or stepmom just no longer use the cliche apples anymore.

Falling in love itself sounds like pain, like a misfortune.
But being humans we desire the things that thrills us. That seems forbidden.
Eve took the bite and so will every other girl. Well, every other guy too.

Love is a set up to ensure your heart is full and heavy and vulnerable.
Before one day. some day. it will just be crushed. broken. into pieces.
The littlest cracks will shatter.
Then finally, when that glue wears off and can never be replaced, your heart is left.
shattered. in broken. crushed. pieces.
and it just. kills you.

Only in fairytales the princess live happily ever after with that ONE she loves.
But our lives are not fairytales.
one day. some day. one of us will leave. and the other must live.
i don't know whether i want to be the former or the latter.
i beg that in my fairytale we will leave and then live.
and everything that is left behind will be glued.

you get what i mean?