Do I love Brit? I do. I think I do. But there’s a gap that keeps my love from seating properly. It wiggles. It is imperfect. Is it something I can fix? I don’t know. If not, is it something I can get used to? Is it something I can live with? I realize this gap is my problem. Brit does not have this gap. It is easier for her to love—simpler, less complicated. My love is slightly misshapen. My love is nonstandard. It requires workarounds. Is it the same love, then? Does it matter? I have no idea. I’ve never been in love.
