Love is a choice. It’s not the butterflies in the stomach. It’s not the lovey dovey feeling you get when you see someone . It’s a choice to love the very same person over and over again. Even when going gets tough and when they are not easiest to love. Love is when you want to get rid of the ship stuck in rains and thunderstorms, but you choose to stay. Love is what is left when feelings of being in love subsidise.