Is love really a choice? The more I love the more I realize love just is— it just exists. On its own, independent of my thoughts, actions, or beliefs. It’s always here, always around, even when I’m not trying. So I don’t really have to “choose” it. I don’t decide to love… it happens outside of my control. Love controls me. Love chooses me. Love is an entity I have been possessed by. This wasn’t something I chose. Honestly my ego is still scared shitless of love, but its power over me overrides the fear. Love forced itself on me.