I struggle with forming relationships.
Friendship is cooking, love is baking. You have alot more room for error and adjustments in a stew, you add too much oil into a pancake and it's not going to hold together. It'll be a slippery slope.
Friends we find for a reason, lovers can often be came and gone in a season. Sad but true. Things start all colourful, interesting, beautiful, over time we go from green to brown, crisping, dry, shattered and mulching into the ground. The cycle of nature be it human or plants, is ultimately not so different.