You always thought love was passive, something that just sits on the sidelines and exists (or doesn't). Then you wondered why it died with a veil left on a kitchen floor.
Love is a daily choice.
When I drank my Colada each morning, I chose you.
As I listened to The Goo Goo Dolls on my commute, I chose you.
When we got in a fight because you couldn't make our lunch, I chose you.
As I presented to the executives, I chose you.
When he hit on me at our work happy hour, I chose you.
As you walked in late from another long day in surgery, I chose you.
When we fell asleep arguing about the little things, I woke up the next morning still choosing you.
All while you let it pass by, let it walk out the door on a cold winter's night.