Look, I would have honestly been happy with Jeca if I had too for PP3, because at least it’s been established from the first movie. It’s not great, but it at least gives the people who ship them something to look forward too.
But, I swear to god, if they give Beca a new male love interest when Bechloe has literally been dangled in front of the fanbase for years, I’m gonna fuckin’ riot.
When I say “love,” the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person’s ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I’m saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we’ve connected, and we think that we’re understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it’s what we live for.