Itβs almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We donβt talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We donβt talk about how weβre too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isnβt. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.
