“There are many kinds of loves out there, but it’s the real thing that’s hard to find, because it’s extremely rare,” he tells me in an uncharacteristically soft tone. “Sometimes you meet that one person in your life who holds all of that love for you and then some.” But how could that be Everett to me? “Could those people hurt you?” He taps the edge of the table. “They’re the only ones who have the power to hurt us. But it’s only us who has the power to forgive.”