'Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.'
- Neil Gaiman
The idea of having someone hold a sizable part of your happiness in their hands is downright terrifying. People are unpredictable, no matter how kind they might seem. At the end of the day, their emotional interests come first when things really count.
People might hear this and say "well, you should be happy on your own anyways so you aren't needy when in a relationship!! You have to work on yourself first!"
Ok, that's fine. But then why would you even seek out a relationship? Why would you deal with the work required to manage one? Don't you have to "need" a relationship to some degree to seek it out and work on keeping it together? Otherwise, if you are perfectly happy being alone, why even bother with the potential headache of a relationship?
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