Love comes to me easily and effortlessly.

Easy and effortless are not quite the same thing. Two people who no longer have to explain their jokes got there across a hundred evenings of explaining them.

What ease means in practice is unforced. No performance, no auditioning, no going home afterwards to review the transcript for errors. That kind of ease exists, and it is worth holding out for.

It also tends to find people who are actually available — not busy proving something, not still half-inside a previous chapter. Love is not efficient. It needs a certain amount of room to spread out in.