Love is blind, suitability is utilitarian, and marriage is merely a self-deceptive gamble. Choosing what you like will eventually be pierced by reality, while choosing what is suitable is destined to be backfired by desire; marriage is fundamentally a false proposition. Either pick bones in the ruins of hormones, or lick blood in the cracks of a calculator; either way, it's a dead end. Romantics will ultimately drown in the mundane necessities of life, while realists will forever be trapped in midnight dreams; whichever you choose, it's digging your own grave.