(Sad title)

I used to believe romantic love was real

Then my heart was broken

Then I thought that love is only real

Between parent and child

Then my sister's boyfriend murdered my nephew and she helped hide the body, quite literally.

Now I don't believe in love.

She said she loved that sweet little boy.

That was a lie.

Love does not exist.

Love is a word we use to mean caring for someone deeply.

If love was real at all, my nephew would be alive.

Love does not exist, only caring for someone deeply.