You can be loved and at the same time forgotten. Because love is a feeling, and choice is an action. Love is in memories, in weaknesses, in moments. But choice is in everyday life, in loyalty, in an ordinary day.

Choice is when you are listened to, not interrupted. When you are supported, not condemned. When you are there not only on a festive night, but also on a day of disappointment. This is not ideality. This is stability.

Love is a beginning.
Choice is a continuation.
And together is real closeness.