Big feelings, bigger exits mid-spiral. You love romance as long as it stays exciting, cinematic, and safely one conversation away from collapse. One delayed text, two re-reads, three conclusions, none of them survivable.

Sandiño hits hardest with Prunella (Decade-long heartbreak in a vintage dress with everything on the table). Same energy, complementary love languages — that's the spark.

You build a forensic case against affection that is, in fact, fine.

You make boring people remember they're alive. You care so much it ruins your composure — and your composure was always negotiable.