And then die. Or die as they're running away. They could run away with the express purpose of dying as far away from you as they can get. And then you'll be alone. Like the rest of your pathetic friends that you and your spouse used to mock while lying in those soft flannel sheets together or in between ordering beige furniture from the Pottery Barn catalog.
Love is tough.
Love is a great big nasty beast that spits venom on your face and then sucks it up just like Jeff Goldblum in that one movie. Love has no problem with crippling you. Love is a 400-pound linebacker that wants to crush your little spine like a dandelion on the freeway. You better recognize. The answers to all these questions, and like maybe two or three others, will be revealed over the course of Terribly Happy's Guide to Love .