A Bad eROs-LL Model

Modern love.
I hate that fucking phrase.
All a modern love story involves is a man making a sandwich for his wife.
It's always so fucking understated.

Somehow, nowadays, a simple look can be percieved as having as much emotion as a heartwrenching cry for forgiveness by a man on his last legs.
"Oh my god, that look says it all."
Understatement is so in these days.

Where are the prince's going halfway across the world to save their princess from a bloodthirsty dragon, and then living happily ever after?
Instead we are now told that if a man and a woman aren't at each other's throats after 30 years of marriage, then it must be true love.

And this understatement is what some people are beginning to wish for.
To have a simple life. To love someone, to have some kids and to be okay financially with a job you don't hate that much.

What happened to dreams?
What happened to aiming for perfection?

Would you rather be disappointed at aiming for 100 and only reachin 50, or for aiming at 50 when you really wanted 100.

Modern love is aiming for 25 and hoping deep down that it means 250.