Does shared love exist? These days, I've been wondering if it really exists. I don't know if it's my bitterness, but in my view, no, it doesn't. (Specific cases, yes). There's always one who is forgotten, who receives less love, the one who is betrayed and goes through situations in silence. A perfect example of this is between siblings: put yourself in the place of a middle sibling and see what it's like to be left out among the others. That's exactly the feeling I want to convey. But my goal is to talk about when this involves betrayal. Nobody knows, only one person knows: the betrayer, of course. They usually say they love, that they care, and blah-blah-blah... until you realize they're hurting their companions. And in the end, it's all "just a joke." So that must be why I think this way. I've been through it and felt so sickened, it was exhausting to see it every day. After all, imagine having the truth in your hands, but not being able to tell... otherwise you lose the friendship, or destroy everything without wanting to know anything more? What I'm trying to say here is that love isn't always true love, because it becomes the desire to possess and not to love. It becomes a cheap farce, disguised as a fairy tale.