What makes people so blind when they’re in love? Is there any rational explanation? What makes people so scared? So defensive? So anxious? So oblivious? How can someone only see the good in someone they love, when everyone around them can see so much more of the bad? What makes love bring so much denial? What makes love bring out both good and evil? What makes love tear apart friendships? What makes people so defensive when their closest friends suggest that maybe, just maybe, the person they love isn’t who they really thought they were. What is love? Why does love bring together some of the most unexpected people? Why does love hurt so much? How can something as perfect as love, kill? And why do we put up with all of it? How can we feel love’s pain over and over and still come back for more, knowing deep down that love doesn’t come without pain?