A series of events led me to you. But it was my choice to stay. Your laughter made me fall in love. But it was my decision to stay in love on days when you couldn’t even muster up a smile. And we are holding each other like the universe planned it; like it was fate. I bet all lovers feel that way; like this thing called love was made just for them. And that every moment in history was simply so they could find each other. But in between all those moments of divine intervention is a choice—a moment when I could have said goodbye, but choose to say hello, again. Love is more than a feeling that occupies one’s heart. It is a lifestyle, full of choices that, if you’re lucky, keep leading you back to the person that made you fall in love in the first place.