I've always been under the impression that Spanish is a romantic language. Today's Spanish class definitely opened my eyes and it seems that I have to face the brutal reality: Spanish does not belief in eternal love!
If it would, one could say soy enamorado. But love will go to blazes, eventually - hence, one has to say estoy enamorado.
There are spoilsports everywhere, who have to rub it in your face as soon as you're able to grab just a tiny little bit of happiness. Ёб! as the Russians say... I guess that asks for a special session of Doctor Zhivago.
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