Does every good love story need an obstacle?

Come high water, come fires, come pandemics, riots and collapse, love happens. That’s what I’m noticing right now. We want each other. We were built for each other. Two at a time, parts come together and we make a thing and like weeds pushing through pavement, that thing finds the light. In fact, I wonder if feelings bloom despite obstacles or because of them. Maybe the terrain between us, real, imagined or…