Morbid is no longer just a word associated with death. For me, this word became a metaphor of what dating and love looks like in this generation: winding, delicate, and most of the time; dangerous. Dedicated to the ones who are almost but not quite. To the ones who are liked but not good enough to be pursued. To all the firsts, but not the last. To all the stolen love. To the unreciprocated love. Dedicated to all the backburners who were victims of this generation's complicated definition of love.