The Love We Choose
By Jenny J I used to think love was supposed to arrive in a grand, cinematic moment—like a scene from a movie where the music swells and everything around you fades into the background. I thought Valentine's Day was proof of that, a stage set for love to declare itself in flowers, chocolates, and candlelit dinners. But over time, I’ve come to understand love differently—not as something that arrives with a flourish, but as something we choose, over and over again. Love is not just red roses on February 14th. It’s the way he remembers [...]
