That's what my thought revolves around. Love being a decision made, a series of decisions actually- from the little everyday ones that are barely on the radar screen to the grand ones that get noticed by all who are a witness.
Love is a decision one makes when one decides to say, "Thank you so much for trying" instead of saying, "Why didn't you find a way to make it work, you moron!" (That was a personal thought there, in case anyone thinks I was aiming it at anyone here in particular)
Love is decided upon when the thought is "yes" instead of "I don't know." It's made easily or torturously. But no doubt about it, it is made. And in the making, it becomes real.
That's my thought anyway.
All the best.
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