Expired Bread

Do we always found love in where it isn't supposed to be?
Why can't we choose love as we wanted, like if its popped out from the cookie jar and we're kinda expected it so its not surprising, which is better because it wont hurt?
Why does it always popped out of out nowhere, or in the middle of nowhere,
In anonymous places, in spots we don't really know well?
Why can't we just erase it and it would magically disappear with no hassle, no tears to waste, no time to overthink, and no unecessary movements?

For me, love is like an expired bread. Its fulfilled with fungus and smells funny. Its always coming without announcement.
Also, expired bread is always unwanted. By almost anyone.
Sometimes though, sometimes, some certain people still okay with the expired bread and cut the fungus parts. The good part without fungus is still there. Still could be eaten.
But for some others, there are always new bread, fresh from the oven in the store. So they wouldn't mind tossing the expired bread straight to the trash bin.

It goes the same with a person.
Since when the person could be so important?
Can we toss them out or should we keep them?
Why do we always found love in someone we'd never thought before?
Why do we always found love in where it isn't supposed to be?