The other day, someone asked me,

“What is love to you?”

And I thought about it for a second, and I said.... Love is choosing someone over and over again, even when you know it can’t work.

And I know.

That sounds backwards, right?

It sounds like pain.

Like madness.

They looked at me and asked, “But if it can’t work, how can you keep choosing them?”

And I said, You don’t choose them because it works.

You choose them because it’s them.

That’s the truth nobody really wants to hear.

Sometimes love doesn’t come with a future.

It comes with a person.

Someone who feels like home even when the roof is caving in.

Someone you can’t explain, can’t forget, and can’t stop coming back to, even when the world tells you not to.

Love isn’t always easy, or fair, or logical. Sometimes, it’s just the quiet, stubborn act of choosing someone with your whole heart.

Even when every part of you knows how it ends.

And yeah, it hurts.

But that choice?

That willingness to love, knowing it might lead nowhere?

That’s what makes it real.

Because maybe love isn’t measured by how long it lasts, but by how deeply we feel it, and how bravely we carry it, even when there’s no reward.

And that...

that’s the kind of love that stays with you.