All these years have passed and I remain unable to grasp the
whole point about relationships. Experience only confirms what
I suspected from the start.

Why do people have to take pure, harmless attraction and forcibly turn it into this restrictive entity by giving it a name? So that it can be governed by rules. So that it can have a beginning, an end, and a long draining black hole in the middle.

Eventually, it transforms half of those involved into possessive maniacs; the other half into cruel egoistic liars. Until no one
can stand it anymore and they decide to part in the same
way that they first met: as complete strangers, only without the foolish optimism attached.

Rules are made to be broken. You can’t stop the world from turning or people from changing. Security is just an illusion, anyway.

Or maybe that is simply the story I tell myself to keep going.