* published in FHM Romania One day our class teacher gathered us all together (we were 33 girls in the classroom, ready to fall in love with the first stranger we met in our way). She said to us in a very motherly way: My dear girls, It is said that true love, if you are lucky enough to meet it, is unconditional, that no matter what the other does, you are there to support his choices, to understand his mistakes and get over them, as if they were yours. It is also said that when you are in love, you accept even his runaways from you, you should give him the necessary space, the distance he needs to be happy. And if you truly love him, you must be able to break up with him without making any scenes, without any hard feelings, and hold your head up, like a real lady. It is said a lot about true love at coordination classes, that it rises you up, that it is wonderful, and if you haven't felt it yet, you are a big nobody, and that you should meet it at least once in a lifetime. Otherwise, it seems that, if you don't pass through a sentimental disappointment, if you don't lose your big love because of the other's fault, of course, you won't be able to achieve your highest degree of human being, as a woman, as spirit. The more you burn at the highest levels of love, the more you're closer to God." "Is it so?" I asked myself that time, but I didn't dare to make a comment. And of course, I was too cruel, too young and too silly to know something about love. "Is it so?" I asked myself that time, but I didn't dare to make a comment. And of course, I was too cruel, too young and too silly to know something about love. However, it is not said much about the ones who love unconditionally more than once, because women who don't act like Pavlov's dog at external stimuli are usually the ones who disappear faster when there aren't any internal stimuli left.