There’s a specific sort of obsession with love that you’re bound to find yourself having once you’ve realized, on any level, that you don’t have a family the way you’re supposed to. There’s a need in there to be normal, to be wanted, to belong to anyone, anywhere, as soon as humanly possible, that really lends itself to loving super-romantic shit of all kinds. Because okay, sure, it’s clear the whole “having family like you’re supposed to have a family” thing is off the table for me, BUT oh my God, there’s this other thing called a “soul mate” AND THAT PERSON WILL FIX EVERYTHING!!! Phew, thank
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