“You have to work hard to stay in love? I don’t know─I wouldn’t call that insincere, but it doesn’t feel very sincere to me either. Having to work hard to love something─it’s like you’re making a conscious effort to make it happen.” “But, Mister Araragi,” Hachikuji insisted, “isn’t the feeling that we call love a very conscious thing?” “…Yeah, I guess.” She was right. Maybe it was─something deserving of work, of effort.
