“…If you don’t believe in love…” I asked instead, feeling my curiosity grow with all that was happening between us. “What do you believe in?”  

His mouth twitched with hilarity at my question. “I believe only false loves exist.”

I tilted my head in confusion. “False love?”  

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine as he enlightened me.  

“False love falls to its knees for false promises; it does not stand tall, it breaks at a moment’s will. It values appearances, only looking at someone’s inner attributes as a bonus as opposed to a requirement. It has no backbone, it betrays when it is convenient for it to do so and it runs at the threat of tribulation and hardship. Some false loves does its best to persevere in hopes of becoming a true love but in the end, all that it will ever amount to is a failed love story. False love is lust at its most powerful. It does not have the stamina for a lifetime full of promises, only a present filled with pretty lies.”