Real love means a love that is pure. People have given it another name, true love, a name with a sense of the sublime, solo romantic, in other words, tragedy.
In a free world, without something absolutely true or wrong, authentic or fake, only with perspectives, there is no true love or fake love. There is only real love.
A feeling of love occurs naturally, and generally, mutually. When such a feeling doesn’t involve external things, it’s quiet and peaceful, like the wind from a summer evening, slightly touching the skin; it’s here, and such a touching, long-lasting, remains.
No fear of loss, no expectation to seize; it happens, at the moment. It is in a free direction. There is a beautiful saying: for one who loves another, it’s like the wind, free and uncontrolled.
However, when there is a fear or an expectation, one tries to control the wind to be under direction. Here, where tragedy can easily happen; however, if there is a let go, it leaves a pit.
When a real love goes into deep, and happens in a situation where one doesn’t have enough capacity to process their own suffering, such a vulnerability will be transferred to oneself or the other. If the other is unable to carry together, there is one more layer of vulnerability from the person whom one truly believes.
Such an unbearable vulnerability leaves a deep, unbearable pain. Mostly, people will attribute such pain to love itself. Mostly, people will generally escape it for a long time, lowering their expectations to someone who is not a real love but can provide safety and certainty. They actively reduce the level of difficulty. However, this approach is unable to stimulate the spiritual; it will slowly and gradually drain a person. The invisibly essential thing is that such a suitable combination is a settlement for the exploration. Without new adventure, without new excitement, without new stimulation. However, life is rooted in exploration.
Distinguish whether love is real or not, reasoning about the pain, and find your own solution to navigate it.