“I resent the idea that I would overlook a good woman for someone more physically attractive.” “Bah, attraction is all up here.” Aunt Richelle tapped her temple. “When I met Akio, we were just friends. I barely even noticed him like that. Then, within days of spending time with him, I realized I was growing more and more attracted to him. One day he didn’t give me butterflies, and the next day he smiled at me and, whoosh, butterflies galore.” She threw me a sad smile. “You fall in love with the person, Chris, not the face. Otherwise it isn’t love.”
