Is it any wonder our notion of "falling in love" is so twisted?
When you are little, you usually have only two points of reference as to what falling in love is: your parents (and many of us sadly did not have a very good point there) and fairy tales. If your parents are not a shining example of marital bliss and fairy tales are just not true, what else is there?
And we grow up, our hearts yearning for that one true love, our minds constantly reminding us that it does not exist.
Did you ever stop to think that maybe neither extreme is true?