But everything and everyone is lovable to someone, even if it doesn’t make sense from the outside. Love is not something earned through merit. It’s something that happens with time. Even with the humans I’ve loved, that’s what it often boils down to: time. All that stuff at the beginning of the relationship, the thrills and passion and attraction and drama… sure, that’s wonderful, and I’ve called that love before. But real things don’t have shortcuts.
