We are talking about the kind of love that doesn't follow a map. The kind that starts at 2 AM on a rooftop in a city you’re just visiting. The affair that has no name, no future promise, and no audience—just two people creating a universe so volatile and intimate that telling anyone about it would break the spell.

Because no one knows about the relationship, you have no one to talk to when it hurts. You suffer in a vacuum. When the fight happens, you can't call your sister. When you fall in love, you can't post the photo. The silence can become deafening.

Do not let anyone shame you for chasing this. But also, do not lie to yourself about the risks. These relationships are moonshots. Most crash into the sea. But once in a while, one lands, and you realize that the "crazy" was just the energy needed to escape the gravity of a mediocre life.