I always thought that family was the one thing you could count on, solid ground or whatever. I know every movie ever always said true love, but that always seemed so silly and narrow and isolating, but I think I get it now. Family is something you’re born into, they don’t have to— they might not always be there for you. But someone who finds you, and chooses you, and loves you, because they want to not because they’re supposed to. I mean, that’s something. That’s real, and I think I get it now. I feel good enough, for somebody, for once.