When you give reasons as to why you don't love something - you don't free yourself from the emotion. They say the opposite of love is apathy, and I argue that a necessary component for love is inconvenience. To some degree, we all recognize the imperfections in the people that we love. Your boyfriend snores. Your family is obnoxious. Your friend is volatile. But you love them anyway, because those small annoyances amount to the wonky little being that has somehow wiggled its way into your heart.
You learn to love the unreliable schedule the Joey runs on, and the shitty hours of Hodgdon. The outrageous Jumbo Express prices become the comfortable cause of your empty bank account. Class in the sci tech building? It's just a slow workout on a beautiful day. You drool at the thought of breakfast at Dewick on those February walks back from Tisch at 3 AM. The thought of Spring Fling gets you through nights full of snowfall and hiding under a heated blanket. Dorm rooms become group therapy sessions, Ramen becomes a staple, and the Hill becomes your Home.
You realize, perhaps suddenly, perhaps subconsciously, but always forcefully - that this is a relationship. You see beauty in the imperfection. You remember perfection in the disaster - all to feed the flame of your affair. This forsaken place has stuck by you, when many lovers and friends, have not. Through all your screw ups, tantrums, and flakiness - it has kept its steadfast commitment. But you? You're leaving. Still imperfect, you search for something bigger, something better. You run after perfection, without realizing it's been here, waiting for you, all along.
