Are we secretly afraid of wild, reckless love that feels dangerous?

Do you ever think people are afraid of the kind of love that doesn’t follow rules — the reckless, mad kind that doesn’t ask permission and doesn’t wait for the “right time”?
I wonder why everyone insists love has to be safe, slow, and traditional… when the kind that actually changes you is the one that feels a little dangerous.
Do you believe that kind of love still exists, or do people just convince themselves that safe love is enough?

Are we secretly afraid of wild, reckless love that feels dangerous?
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