Love is strange but life is much stranger.
We let go of someone we because it's what society said.
Life is  strange good and bad exist.
So we always need to choose and there is always a choice.
And it gets stranger when we regret what we chose even
though it is right.

Maybe love is strange like when every time we think if aliens are real or why our sole is the only part we can tickle that can cause itchiness and laughter.