It seems to me that being in love, ephemeral and impermanent as it is, is two opposite things. Being emotionally vulnerable, and keeping your sense of who you are. I’ve always had a good sense of who I am, and I’ve learned to be (a bit) more emotionally open. That’s the scary part, because you have to open yourself to being hurt, judged, your life being unmoored. But, here’s the thing: if the love affair ends, you will be fine. Hell, you may even grow from the experience. If you’re awake enough to learn from it.