Someone called me for relationship advice at midnight and because I am a human being who runs on sleep, I had to move things along
Friend: It's just... I don't get it, ya know? It's like--
Me: Does he make you happy on purpose?
Friend: What?
Me: Does he make you happy on purpose? Like, when you talk about how great he is you're telling me he's good looking and has a secure job. Does he go out of his way to intentionally make your life better? Does he enjoy your joy?
Friend: ...I don't know?
Me: There's your problem.
Friend: I don't think that's fair.
Me: Sorry, but the people who love you on this planet are the ones who want to see you live your best life. Who take time out of dealing with their own shit to clear away some of your shit. And vice versa. That is love. If he doesn't make you happy on purpose then it's just abs.
