If I say “I love you.” I don’t mean how I feel, though I may feel it at the time – I mean what I’m willing to do, and how I’m willing to bend my life to become entwined with yours. I mean I will stand with you, whether or not I’ll feel like it, and I will choose you, whether or not it’ll be inconvenient. And the times we’re in love will not be what reminds me of that choice, when other times are upon us, but the choice itself will remind me. It will become a part of who I am. If love is a body, it’s a bent tree, and only in the bending of the one and the reaching of the other, does the fruit find meaning.

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