There is so much said about the joys of falling in love, but I don’t think enough is articulated about how terrifying it is. You hand over your heart and happiness to someone. You give them your body, your secrets, your weekends, your thoughts, your brain space, your future plans, your home, your keys, your friendship group, your family. I’ve said it before in this column, and I’ll keep saying it: love is high-risk.
