The overwhelmingly likely end is disaster.
There's a funny thing that happens in love: we believe, almost without exception, that our particular circumstance is powerful, unique, justified, necessary, special.
Thing is, it's not. It's the same old story, every time. You've seen it in the movies, you've read it in books.
Once you step back, you will generally find that the entrancing intoxicating person who is making you do things that you know you'll regret is, in fact, a pretty ordinary man or woman. With good qualities, of course, but everyone has good qualities. Well, most people. Not, like, the gift-thread scammers.
But when you're up close, they are the only person in the world. Step back a little and they become one in 7 billion. (I'm not saying this is pleasant - it sucks. Just recently happened to me in an unrequited love situation, and I'm amazed now at how little I really rationally looked at this girl I was supposed to care about so much.)
We convince ourselves that our questionable actions are justified because our circumstance, right here in this moment, is so special that it calls for special measures. But this is not true.
Marriages fail, by and large, because people dive into them without looking carefully at their partners: in other words, they just marry the wrong people. I've got some very passionate fiery friends, performers and risky types, and when they marry it's often to equally crazy passionate people. Is it possible it will work out? Well, sure. But usually it doesn't.
Post edited July 16, 2014 by LinustheBold