Love.

I have always wondered if you could really love someone just because someone loved them. It was difficult for me to understand why Demetrius loved Hermia. I just couldn't find a answer that was understandable. How can you love someone because someone else loved them? How can you stand there lying to someone else, and "supposedly" in love with another person. It makes no sense. I wonder, are guys these days still like that? Guys who want to be loved, but wants who they love. A Midsummer Nights Dream was just so surprising. I just can't picture myself doing that to someone, pretending to love someone and then proclaiming my love for someone else. That's terrible.

It would hurt if someone did that to you. Love isn't something we lie about. Love is real and it hurts.