I used to think that when people fall in love, they landed where they landed, and they have no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that's true of beginnings, but it's not true of this, now. I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
Yes this quote comes from a sappy silly teen book. But that doesn't make it any less true. I'm so glad he chose me.