I don’t get it. How can a person just wake up one day and stop loving someone? Or when people say that they don’t love someone anymore, do they mean that love has been waning for a long while and this merely happens to be the moment when they’ve finally mustered up the courage to leave? Is there a right way to leave someone? Is there a right time? Does it even matter if the end result is the same? How long do you wait to move on? How do you know if you’re ready? Is love at 20 less real than love at 30? Does the way you experience love change with time? If someone is right for you at this precise moment in time, will they always be right for you?

I asked Kennedy if she thought love was worth it, because I truly doubt that sometimes, and she said surprisingly enough, “Definitely! Love is fun and comforting and lovely. Yeah, being rejected and cast aside sucks and hurts and feels like the most awful thing ever, but falling in love and being giddy about seeing someone and touching and playing and having sex and getting a tingle when someone touches you and being loved and feeling safe and warm and having a partner in the world … definitely worth the trauma of being discarded later.”

And really, when I hear it from her of all people, I feel like I’ve got to believe it.