You find someone who makes you better (which is no small feat, to be sure)—because you are inspired by his generosity, because he is somehow both fierce and gentle and this shows you a new way to be brave—and then you just choose him. But maybe you don’t choose him once, maybe you have to choose him over and over again. You choose to walk to the apex of the bridge and stare him straight in the eye. And when he says I love you, you choose not to look away.
