Love and hearts

Love works in mysterious ways.
SHE is beautiful and smart, and yet, for some reason, she settles for less. Because that is what love is. One that is willing to sacrifice himself for the happiness of the other. Or is it? Is it possible that it was just an obsession, a need to feel useful, needed, even indispensable, a taken to the extreme mother instinct? When one accepts the happiness of the other as its own, when one denies personal needs in order to satisfy the other's - i think it is no longer love, it is sacrifice. Love is supposed to be the happiness of the couple. And nobody should settle for less.
The message of "27 dresses" was a lot simpler. She is in love with him but he barely notices she is there - but that is ok, because she takes joy in organizing his life and taking care of every single detail concerning his day to day activity. She feels that without her he would be lost, as she is his compass and his guiding light through the mysteries of the world. She has no needs of her own. All she wants is to please him. Deep inside, she still hopes and dreams of him, she still thinks there might be a chance for him to wake up and realize that the woman he'd been looking for so bad was right there under his nose. But chances are slim, so she goes on loving him in silence. And that is who she is. She helps the people around her be happy as she herself is too afraid to pursue happiness herself. So she settles for less. Of course, in the end, she meets the perfect man to make her reconsider. There were lots of events that make her realize that things have changed drastically over a short period of time. Of course, when the moment is just right, and when she rushes away to see him and tell him how she feels, she makes it just in time to jump on the ferry and manages not to fall into the water. Of course, all the other people on the ferry were very interested in their love story and so when she got on stage and talked to him with a microphone, everyone was "Aaawh-ing". Of course, there was a a spotlight on him and he did not feel the least uncomfortable with the whole situation. And, of course, he felt the same and thus kissed her with the passion that every girl dreams of. Unfortunately, i could not sit through the typical teary-happy- end-American movie without sarcastic remarks. It's not that I don't believe in happy endings. It's just that i no longer believe in perfection.