“People always say love is a feeling,” he says to me, “but it’s not. It’s a choice.”
“How do you mean?”
I look puzzled, and he cracks a smile.
“Because. You may feel ‘in love’ when things are great. Everyone does. What about when things get bad? Whether or not you choose to stay. It’s what makes love a choice.”
And he was right, I thought. That’s how I knew I loved him even though he loved someone else.
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write