Love- It's painted as being one of the most beautiful things, when done right of course. The Fault In Our Stars, PS I Love You, Romeo and Juliet, Titanic (some shoddy examples, forgive me) are some movie adaptions of love. They entail instant connections, some romance under the stars and fights that end up in more love.
So I ask where is the realism, the fact that in reality looks are more important than we care to admit and that fights often end up in violence and hurt both mentally and physically.
Sure this whole pretty picture of love is partly true. Of course the movies are going to take the best parts of the concept that is love and then exploit them. But there is a horrible backlash to this exploitation, being the fact that they have almost completely destroyed the real thing.
We see a refined form on the screen, minus the hate. But I've come to believe that in this world love and hate come in exactly equal amounts, and if you don't see this yet, then look harder.
They almost complement each other in the end and make them the strong emotions that they are. To me they've become one and the same, which is strange because I know absolutely nothing about either of the two.

We all have, well I know I have anyways, walked away from movies, comparing my life to the characters, and feeling a sense of disappointment because my life and it's run ins with love and romance weren't as spectacular as on screen run ins were. Maybe that means I have to be in the process or about to die in order to experience it because all the examples have death in them which I just realized with some black humor.

So forget what I said anyways, I am merely curious if you have ever witnessed, felt, or believe in the kind of love you find in the movies.