Pick Your Poison

I am not asking for a fairy tale. I am not asking for perfection. I am simply asking for a love that stands firm when the world tries to break it. Is it truly 'asking for too much' to demand loyalty that doesn't fracture at the first sign of a complication? People say that expecting a man to remain unshakably true is a fool’s errand—a standard too high for this modern age. But if loyalty is truly such an impossible burden, then why do we still seek it? Why do we still ache for the one person who refuses to trade our hearts away when the price becomes inconvenient? In a world where betrayal is often hidden in plain sight, I am tired of playing the game. I am done choosing between silence and sorrow. The question isn't whether I am asking for too much; the question is why we have settled for so little.