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What I've recently realized is that to love is a choice. It's not really just waiting for that magical feeling. The euphoria could be from the infatuation, from fantasies unfolding, from whatever chemical reaction our brain concocts so we can "feel" something. But those things are not, in themselves, LOVE.
Maybe it will start as that majestic feeling, but when the dust settles, you will realize that you will have to make a choice. When the normalcy creeps in, slowly blowing away the euphoria, when you both have to face the realities of life, when the practical questions and discussions look you in the eye... you will have to make a choice. It's no longer because you want to bask in magic and blush as you do. It's no longer that in the core of it.
What remains is a choice. A choice to respect, love, care for, support, inspire, and be happy with someone--despite everything that you've gone through, and anything that may come your way--unconditional.
And as long as two people commit to that choice, their love will always prevail. Because they chose it, they decided, they committed. And that... that's the most beautiful thing in this world.













