Omiever and I dated because the universe wanted to see what would happen if two emotionally questionable individuals were left unsupervised. Against all odds, it lasted longer than it should have. We spent months confusing attachment with compatibility and treating every warning sign like a decorative feature. The relationship survived misunderstandings, bad decisions, and several moments that should've ended it much sooner. In the end, we broke up for the same reason expired milk gets thrown away: keeping it around any longer would've been a health hazard.