Love is a strange thing.
You're no longer living in the world that you've handcrafted for yourself.
It's a new world of "what if's".
A test tube of variables that might just completely change your chemical makeup, for better or for worse.
When you've got your eye on that cute stranger, do you see them for everything they could possibly be? Do you know what dating you might turn them into?
Are you prepared for live with the monster you've created, or do you have the foresight to leave that fantasy where it belongs?
We are always so quick to give up parts of ourselves that we've worked so hard to culminate, when we see that bright and shiny version of ourselves in another person's eyes.
But once the transformation is complete, we become even strangers to ourselves, waking up in a strange bed, next to a strange person, wondering where we are, wondering why we are.
