Don’t be a cynic. For a while, you will become disgusted by only the idea of love. Because it stung you so badly, you don’t want anything to do with it. But don’t be a cynic. If you must, pretend. Pretend that you love. Pretend that there is tenderness in your heart. Pretend your joy is real. Because your heart doesn’t know the difference. It will accept your make-believe. Keep up this theater long enough until you yourself believe this lie: that love is real, that love is forever.
