Love, huh?

We have romanticized the idea of romance, and it is cancerous. And when you raise children in that world, where everything points towards love, and everything is perfect on the outside, when we become an adult for the first time in our late teens and our early 20s, we’re so terrified. We’re so trying to be an adult, that some of us will take the wrong person, the wrong jigsaw piece, and just fucking jam them into our jigsaws anyway, denying that they clearly don’t fit.

I’m gonna fucking force this fucking person into our lives, because we’d much rather have something than nothing. People are more in love with the idea of love than the person they are with. 55% of marriages end in divorce. 90%. Nine Zero. Percent of relationships that started before they are 30 end. If those were the stats for surgery, none of us would fucking risk it. But because it’s love and we’re stupid, we just lie on the operating table like, “Maybe this time I won’t die inside.”

moonrise; catalina island, california