"Live your life like you're 80 looking back on your teenager years. You know if your dad calls you at eight in the morning and asks if you want to go out for breakfast. As a teenager you're like no, I want to sleep. But as an eighty year old looking back you have that breakfast with your dad. It just little things like that, that helped me when I was a teenager in terms of making choices you won't regret"

                                                                                                                        - Taylor Swift.

We don't commit now. We don't see the point. They've always said there are so many fish in the sea, but never before has the sea of fish been right at our fingertips on OkCupid, Tinder, Grindr, Dattch, take your pick. We can order up a human being in the same way we can order up a Pizza at Dominos. We think intimacy lies in a perfectly-executed string of emoji. We think effort is a "good morning" text. We say romance is dead, because maybe it is, but maybe we just need to reinvent it. Maybe romance in our modern age is putting the phone down long enough to look in each other's eyes at dinner. Maybe romance is deleting Tinder off your phone aften an incredible first date with someone. Maybe romance is still there, we just don't know what it looks like now. When we choose - if we commit - we are still one eye wandering at the options. We want the beautiful cut of filet mignon, but we're too busy eyeing the mediocre buffet, because choice. Because choice. Our choices are killing us. We think choice means something. We think opportunity is good. We think the more chances we have, the better. But, it makes everything watered-down. Never mind actually feeling satisfied, we don't even understand what satisfaction looks like, sounds like, feels like. We're one foot out the door, because outside that door is more, more, more. We don't see who's right in front of our eyes asking to be loved, because no one is asking to be loved. We long for something that we still want to believe exists. Yet, we are looking for the next thrill, the next jolt of excitement, the next instant gratification. And, even if we find it. Say we find that person who loves us. Commitment. Intimacy. "I love you". We do it. We find it. Then, quickly, we live it for others. We tell people we're in a relationship on Facebook. We throw our pictures up on Instagram. We become a "we". We make it seem shiny and perfect because what we choose to share is the highlight reel. We don't share the 3am fights, the reddened eyes, the tear-stained bedsheets. We don't write status updates about how their love for us shines a light on where we don't love ourselves. We don't tweet 140 characters of sadness when we're having the kinds of conversations that can make or break the future of our love. This is not what we share. Shiny pictre. Happy couple. Love is perfect.