When the relationships begin, have the defect, primarily I of course, to believe that we are living a fairy tale. Delude ourselves with every nonsense, which seems to be impossible to happen. Make plans with someone we don’t know, shiiiit. Sometimes this despair can be justified by lack, or afraid to live alone. But the reality, when it comes to reason and emotion, is that we’re ignorant enough to deposit our own happiness in a case of mere chance, that charmed us for a kiss, a hug, a gesture or any detail fascinating, in our view, we are attached to comparisons and, that way, any minimum becomes maximum. We place confidence and expectations of anyone, virtually unknown. Bet on something, accepting or not, the heart predicted the end.