I remember hearing stories of adults falling in love almost instantly or getting married within months of dating and thinking that it seemed impossible just because I couldn’t grasp the idea of someone loving another so quickly.
I still think that it seems unattainable today, despite having experienced a similar level of affection for someone. It’s hard for there to be love so early in a relationship unless it is 100 percent reciprocated.
That’s not to say it can’t exist, but that it is hard for the person in love to be in the situation if the feeling is not mutual.
Once the person who cares more expresses how they feel and reveals their emotional hand, they have no bullets left to fire. The fact that I even have to link love with a gun shows where we’re at today.
If the other person doesn’t have the same attraction to them, it’s easier to get spooked and bail than to see it through. Why risk losing everything, when you can just fold and try your luck with a new hand?
Love doesn’t always work conveniently. In a perfect world, two people will meet, both will have an instant connection, date, fall in love, get married and live happily ever after.
The world isn’t perfect. Sometimes one person falls faster than the other. Sometimes one person falls harder for the other. Neither is a bad thing.
I’m a gambler, in both life and love. I believe in taking chances. I believe that longshots can — although certainly not always — pay off.
If you bet on a longshot every time, you’re probably going to end up with nothing; but if you pick your moments and truly believe in something, sometimes it’s worth the risk.
The thing about gambling that scares most people is the fear of losing, and when it comes to money I get that. I look more at the possibility of winning, especially if the reward is worth the risk.
You shouldn’t gamble your way through life, but if a gamble presents itself, you should be open to at least the idea of playing it out.
I’d take a shot with someone and fail than never do anything and live in regret. I did that through most of high school and college, and it sucks.
I don’t anymore. And I have to tell you, looking back and saying, “I tried,” feels a hell of a lot better than saying, “What if?”