Philophobia-The fear of falling in love. The reality is, love is a beautiful thing. It's butterflies and sunshine, but it can also be dark and lonely nights spent alone. Why do we love if there is the possibility of being hurt? Trust. We trust the person. We know that there is the possibility of the person throwing our heart, and shattering it into a million pieces, but trust that they won't. We are afraid of the hurt that comes after the happy. Reality sucks. We get hurt. I've gotten hurt. I wouldn't go as far to say that I have philophobia. This is me talking about the happy, the hurt and everything in between. Here-a compliation of my thoughts in the form of my art. Enjoy.