I don’t know if I’ve said this yet on this blog, but here goes. I absolutely loathe the idea of endgame couples. I hate that word, I hate that idea, I hate people who use that word to win arguments over which ship is better. I hate it. It makes my skin crawl.
Part of that stems from the fact that I don’t like the idea of soul mates, in real life or in fiction. I’m firmly on the side of choice. Of waking up every day and choosing to be in this relationship. Of working at it. Of knowing that love is not enough, and that sometimes things fall apart even if you’re so right for each other. And of knowing that one failed love isn’t the end of the world. I guess that’s what really gets me about soulmates. Sure, on one hand its nice to think there’s one perfect person out there for you, but on the other hand there’s far too much room for error.
And that’s true of the television world as well. There’s far too much room for error when it comes to crafting a soulmate love story.