Our Choice

Love.

A single word,

Unchanging through the ages.

"I love you."

A phrase,

used by all people.

Believed when spoken by an "adult".

Condescendingly called,

"Puppy love"

When spoken by a "child".

Yet,

They don't know me.

They don't know our relationship.

They don't know us.

They don't know how we feel.

Yes, they might speak from experience.

Yet, we are different from they.

We have gone through different trials,

Different decisions,

Different situations.

Our lives are different frm theirs.

They have not the right to judge us.

What we feel.

What we decide.

For love is a desicion.

That surge of affection is called infatuation.

Yes, it will pass.

It always does.

Love is a choice.

"I will stay with them, no matter how furious I am.

No matter how much I want to leave.

I know they make me happy other times.

I know I make them happy other times.

I know how devastating it will be for both of us if this fails.

We will make this work."

This is love.

This is our choice.

You say she'll have five other boyfriends before she settles down?

Watch.

In a couple years,

We'll be abe to say,

"I told you so."

It's a choice.

Everything is.

And this is ours.