Love is not that flutter in your heart or butterflies in your stomach. Love is not bumping into a stranger and looking into his eyes. Love is not candlelit dinners and exotic vacations. Love is not the best sex you’ve ever had. Love is not just hugs and kisses. Love is not the crap that rom-coms feed you. Love is not summed up in a single shot of Cupid’s arrow.
What lies in our hands is the power to choose the beginning of the path; what lies at the end is merely a consequence of that decision, a consequence we shall to come to peace with, a consequence that is beyond our control, nevertheless a consequence that is our responsibility.