Love seems to be more about one's capacity to care and to be curious about the other rather than about excitement and idealisation.
But the secret lies in one's ability to process hatred. There is no love unless one accepts and goes beyond the hatred that comes with the frustrations caused by imperfect intimacy.
(These days people who like to see me smile make me happy...)
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