Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other.
But at about the rest of us?
What about our stories?
" The holiday "

I truely start thinking about this. What about our stories? Why don't we have those amazing "happy endings"? And why in real life no one fights for you so hard just like in the movies? Where is that courage that people show there, admitting what they feel, fighting for what they love? It's because in real life the pain and humiliation feels a lot worse.