What is this thing called Love? Hasn’t technology progressed past the nescesstiy for love? Why do we still need ‘the one’? Shouldn’t we be all satisfied with impressing a crowd and depending on their praises and sweet words? Why do we need ‘the one’? You know, you’re going to get broken, shattered, into irreparable amount of mess. Why does every thing appears different when in love? You keep telling yourself a hundred times that is no better than the mirage on a hot day. You travel past it. You’ll see it no more. You’ll miss it. You have to be extremely lucky to be in love forever. You know it will always be pain at the end.