Why do we fall in love with the wrong people? Are they really the wrong ones? Or is it just easier to justify our failure with this presumption?
We choose the wrong person so we already know the dénounement. We already know it’s not going to happen. We already know this love will never be fulfilled. Yes, we may have our hearts broken, again, but hey, been there, done that. We know how to deal with it and with all the shit that comes with it.
What happens if we choose the right one? Something unknown. Something terrifying. Something we have never encountered before therefore we don’t know what to do with it. And we’re afraid of it. We’re afraid to fail.
And we are afraid of being in love.