It didn’t seem fair: that you could have love, and then that love could fizzle, curdle, ossify into something less wonderful than what it once was. And then you were stuck, because ultimately, love is a kind of trap. Once you find it, you can’t deviate from that commitment without everyone getting hurt. You can’t just leave. Instead, need wins out over freedom; and everyone stands around feeling wounded and bitter, letting inertia take over.
