Is love a lie?

We can never know what people are really thinking. We can never know if people will follow through with what they say. Does this “love” exist only because we want it to exist? We’ve been told that it exists since day one – therefore, we expect it to exist. (This is called top-down processing in psychology. What you expect to be there, will be there in your perspective, even if it’s not actually there.) And every failed relationship that seemed that it would last forever only stacks up more evidence for the lie that we call love.

But is it? We see couples that stay together for fifty years and pass away within a week of each other. For some, though, this seems to be a legend, something that only happens once in a million.

Thoughts?

Edit: my inspiration for this question came from the song “My Winter Song,” by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson. It’s very good; check it out.