I was so used to thinking that if my significant other listens to the same songs I do, enjoys the food I eat with relish too, has that mundane routine, peculiar habits, and reads the cliché books pages by pages, that I will fall hard and he will love me as I imagined he would.

But the basic rule of a magnet pull is that the South pole is attracted to the North pole. Humans are not robots, humans are of a giant and complex ball of stardust. And I am a perplexed mortal being with mechanisms going about, confused.

Because now, he hates the melancholic songs I adore, he craves the things I don't, his ideas for dates are different than mine and he is not me. But how our love conquers the rest, how it ignites the big flame, how it makes our souls long for one another; these defy the notion of being alike to fall in love.