Love is sorta like garlic. Garlic is amazing. It’s flavorful and enhances so many delicious foods. However there are times when garlic makes shit terrible. For example, in vanilla icecream. That’d be pretty horrible. Just because garlic is great doesn’t mean any time you add garlic the food’ll be great.
You’re also sorta like garlic. Some people you’ll go great with, like tomato, and cheese and beef and pasta, other people like caramel you won’t go so well with, and no matter how much you love them it’s not a good match.
Also like garlic you don’t just go with one ingredient, you can end up in a great relationship with all sorts of people, there’s not “one true love” out there, and don’t let anyone convince you there is, and even if you were say peanut butter which has long been associated with jelly, that doesn’t mean peanut butter only goes with jelly, it goes with jam and with all sorts of stuff in peanut butter cookies and sometimes in savory dishes and all sorts of stuff. Now that doesn’t mean you need to go and be with all those ingredients. If you wanna stick with jelly, stick with jelly.
Because there’s not one true love, your relationships are going to be complex and imperfect and sometimes you and your partner will disagree and sometimes you’ll be grouchy or life will be hard. Doesn’t mean your relationships not ok. There’s no one perfect jelly for peanut butter, and different ones will have different strengths and weaknesses and ultimately making a great pb&J is about proportions and technique and other factors like the bread, so love isn’t just about two people who are compatible, it’s also about how you make the sandwich. It’s about what you do on an everyday basis. It’s about the work that goes in.
Also some people are like ingredients that have gone bad. Even if you’re the best lemon in the world and you love everything about chicken normally, if it’s spoiled, you aren’t going to be able to make something good or healthy together. (this is what abusive people are like).
Also sometimes love is like sugary booze, the sweetness covers up the kick it’s packing and you don’t realize you were making a bad decision until you wake up with a pounding headache and realize you mistook a sprite bottle for your shoe