I am very lonely at the moment, romantically lonely. It occurs to me that one can speak of making friends but that there is no equivalent term for lovers. You don't make lovers or even acquire them, idiomatically speaking. You and another person just become lovers, as if some third force were in charge of the arrangement -- possibly the third force that operates when two people get laid, the curious passivity of which term I know I'm not the first to note. A sense of helplessness seems to surround the notion of erotic love, which is a thing we fall in, after all. I didn't have a point, I'm just sorry for myself right now.