Number 361. I had the line The reasons we love someone are not always the reasons we would choose hanging about for months and could not write anything that seemed to do anything with it. Now, closing in on a deadline, I came up with something that at least gestures in that direction. I note that choose rhymes with muse and nearly went down that path.
The reasons we love someone are not always the reasons we would choose
The things we miss when they are gone are not things we expected to lose
The world is strange and people stranger and relationships inexplicable
And people value in me things I otherwise find so very trivial