Your grandpa would tell you to let it be the last thing that happens to you- falling in love. “It’s a lot of fighting,” he would say. “But not in the way most people think. One day you will see that while the world told you that you’d be fighting with your someone, you’re actually fighting yourself. You’re fighting selfishness and comfort in isolation and independence. But it’s worth it,“ he says with heart lumps in his throat. “The fight opens your eyes to a kind of beauty that is God’s secret gift to man, one that allows you to see the empty tomb only after you’ve seen the scars that took you there in the first place.