Look, sometimes the stakes are high. Believe me, I know a thing or two about love and its costs. My mother is Aphrodite, after all. We used to have this tradition among my siblings. They called it a rite of passage...it was a way of proving ourselves to our mother, and she liked it so we were expected to follow through. To be accepted by Aphrodite, you were supposed to fall in love with someone and get them to fall in love with you, and then break their heart. It didn't matter how much you cared about them or how much it would hurt them. You had to break your first love's heart.
I grew up knowing that was something I would have to do. But then I met Charlie. And he was amazing. I loved him so much. It was kind of funny, honestly, since he was Hephaestus's son...and everyone knows how things went between my mother and him. But when the time came that I was supposed to do what everyone else in my family had done. I couldn't do it. I couldn't imagine not being with him. So I changed the rules. I got rid of the rite. Because love is so wonderful, and throwing it away shouldn't be a game or a test. And it wasn't all sunshine and roses for us. Honestly, we both died. But we were together again in Elysium. And we're together here.
And there is nothing that makes me happier than being with him and calling him my husband. So just have faith in your love. Because things will probably be hard and you'll face opposition, but it is so very worth it.