I have definitely touched on the subject of romance a few times in the past and have even allowed myself to get rather serious on the subject. But love is a pretty boring read when it’s going perpetually well. Romeo and Juliet would have been the worst story ever if their families got along, encouraged their relationship from the start and were just having cookouts all the time. The best part of that entire book is when they (spoilers) both decide to kill themselves because the world won’t allow them to be together. That drama makes for wonderful fiction but not such a desirable reality.
But that is sort of what it’s all about, it’s all part of your own personal story. No matter what the outcome, all you can really do is try your best and be alright with whatever follows. That way you will ensure a meaningful relationship, regardless of whether or not you wake up next to that person every morning. They will remember and you will remember and it will still mean something to both of you.
I once wrote the following in an article about cannibalism:
If a person kept up being civil, somewhat kind and helpful, there is no telling what might happen. They could even find love, I suppose. It’s important to be close to people and give a piece of yourself to them, metaphorically. And it’s imperative that you let them know how you feel, using your own words. You never forget when someone important tells you something special.