We have always known that love hurts. It might be a delightful feeling, and it makes us float in the air, but that doesn't spare us from the pain. There's more pain to love than happiness. We can't say that love is not real. Yes, it exists. Yes, it's true. Maybe happy endings do exist. Maybe a prince charming is waiting for us somewhere out there. Maybe soulmates are real. Maybe the red strings of fate are real. But the question is: "Will we ever find it? Will we ever find these things?" When we find love, we ask if that person's the one; we ask ourselves if we deserve it. The chances of having a happy ending and a sad ending are 50-50. Out of all the people in the world, only a few got their happy endings. For the others, they had regrets; they had fears; they had pride that got the best of them. There are many hindrances, and it's up to us if we let it get in the way. Every day, we ask ourselves myriad questions: Will I ever find love? And if I do, will I be able to keep it? Is trying worth the risk? Should I have not let go? Should I have given that person a chance? Should I have not let my pride get the better of me? . . . and a lot more. (Compilation of short stories about love.)