Sometimes love is boring. It’s mundane. It’s waking up and asking someone how they slept. It is actually caring about their answer. It’s allowing them to play the same song on repeat even though you are so tired of it. It’s being near each other in silence. Sometimes love is slow or smelly or embarrassing. I used to think it was all big things. I used to think trust was that way too. Saving the world of each other, conquering shit. And it is, I guess, but in the smallest of "sliding door" moments. The smallest and most simple of choices. That's how you build it, I think. Just opening a door. Over and over and over again.