A decision.

Love is a choice.

Not in the way people usually think,

But in a way that I choose you,

I choose you over everyone else.

If we were forced into it,

It would not be love.

When we are given options, 

Then we can genuinely love.

Because when the butterflies and music begin to fade, 

I know I have made the right decision,

Because I am certain,

And I chose you.