Love, to me, could be a performative act, and it could easily be fallen out of just as easily as couples dive into it. I attend friends’ weddings and am moved by the romance and the ceremony, but never have I believed that a pair’s ties are invulnerable. Shit happens. People change. Bravo to those success stories, few and far between, blissful in their geriatric years—but I’m not banking on it.
