We often speak about love as though it is something we decide. We choose to stay. We choose to forgive. We choose to fight for someone. And perhaps all of those things are true. But are they love, or are they the choices we make after love has already arrived?
No one chooses whose smile quiets their mind. No one plans the exact moment a stranger becomes home. Love rarely asks for permission. It appears without logic, beyond calculation, and often beyond our control. Yet once it enters our lives, it places a question before us. Will we protect it, or will we let fear, pride, and time slowly take it away?
Maybe love itself is not a choice. Maybe love is the unexpected visitor. The choice begins only after the door has been opened.
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