I think we all look for love to come in dramatic ways. We know love is powerful and beautiful—how come it doesn’t feel like it? Love plays itself out in what seems like such unremarkable ways—you pick up your socks, you ignore their snarky comment, you put the toilet seat down. But this is exactly what makes it epic—the fact that love plays itself out in a thousand little choices, unseen and without supporting soundtrack. That’s what makes it so beautiful.