“Love is patient, love is kind. He does not envy, he does not boast, he is not proud. He is not rude, he is not selfish, he does not get angry easily, he does not keep track of wrongs committed. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. He always protects, he always trusts, he always hopes and he always perseveres.” But where to draw the line? When does love become impatient, rude and unkind? When do you understand that it's no longer love but something lethal? The simple answer is that you don't; even when you have inner and outer voices telling you that this is not how you should live. “True love” is hard to find, at least that's what they always say; once you find out you hang in there because it doesn't happen often. You will never feel the euphoria with anyone else except that person. Eventually you just accepted the things he does because you constantly think about the joy he brings. Where can you feel more at home than in his arms? You've been told this whole time to uproot, but where? Lies, insults, false love and cheating will not break this unbreakable bond until you are brothers...