It's not Love.

Isn't it sad when you find out the base was actually cracked all along?
Now you've built this teetering tower, and as it, it's wobbly and then you realize- oh shit- the base.
The base is cracked.
Now you must figure out if it can be fixed, if you can make do, or if the building will fall.
My building is falling, and I don't know how to fix it. I don't know if it can be fixed. I'm sure the base is cracked, but I can't tell by how much.
Pretty fucked up shit all around. Why can't my castles be shiny and beautiful with doves at the windows, horses in the stables and me singing on the balconies? Why does mine have to resemble a haunted house with rotting tombstones and cobwebs galore?
Okay, slight exaggeration.
But it's not fair.
If I can sing on the balcony, you can very well wear your fucking armour and bring your fucking white horse underneath it too.