Once we have agreed that true love exists, we may consider its nature. It is not, as many misguided poets would have you believe, an event in and of itself; it is not something that happens, but something that simply is and always has been. One does not fall in love; one discovers it.
— The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow (43%)
I feel so foolish to acknowledge it, but this is how it feels with Jennifer.