All the things you feel when love isn't enough
I hate trying to pinpoint the day I realized that the “love isn’t always enough” concept was actually true. Practicality and logistics didn’t belong in the same conversation as the one about the depths of your emotions, as far as I was concerned. Love was supposed to triumph, to defeat all doubts and provide a balm that soothes away any disagreements about where to live, who wants kids or whether religion is an issue.
It feels a little bit on par with a loss of innocence when you come to understand that two people can’t always make it work, even if they really love each other. Whether or not you subscribed to fairy tale endings as a kid or love predictable romcoms, for me I think I just believed that as long as you had the feelings and the passion, you’d be committed to finding a way to work through anything else. But when it doesn’t work out that way? It sort of resembles the five stages of grief.