I was thinking about love, and how on one level finding your true love is such a frightening game of chance. Really you don't want to think too much about the mathematical probability of finding your perfect match. Especially so in our busy, work-centric, modern lifestyles where many people spend more time with colleagues than with family and friends.
So I'd have to presume that either most of us settle for second best (or perhaps good enough), or (more kindly) that we are more adaptable in love than our romanticised view of ourselves holds.
One of my students said recently that most people fall (very deeply) in love only twice in their lives. I hope that's not true and there's one more out there for me.
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