The social contract of relationships and the overanalysis of the process to get there seems quasi-masochistic to me, and not in a cute way. We seek to alleviate our anxieties about being valued by another, by reducing ourselves to the object of anotherās desires through our conceptions of dating. I think there is something to be said to finding love in moments with friends and strangers. Romance isnāt about not getting ghosted, or playing a game, itās about bearing your soul to anotherās hands, and them doing the same. A real love letter can be contained within a moment, donāt waste it by waiting for the next.