I still believe that choosing someone daily is the real work of love. I still believe that's deeper than lightning. But I'm realizing now that I might have overcorrected. I might have gone too far in the direction of logic and not allowed myself to actually feel things 💫

The best thing for me right now might be to let myself be excited sometimes. To let myself miss someone without it being weakness. To let myself feel joy in loving someone without immediately intellectualizing it away 🌸

Because here's what I'm noticing: when I'm so focused on proving that love is a choice, I'm actually cutting myself off from the real experience of loving someone. I'm narrating it from the outside instead of living it from the inside 💕

I think maybe the most honest thing is this: love is both. It's the lightning AND the daily choosing. It's the feeling AND the commitment. It's the excitement AND the discipline. They're not enemies—they're two parts of the same thing 🙏

So the best thing for me might be to stop being so stoic about it. To let myself actually want someone. To let myself be moved by them. To feel the daily choice instead of just performing it 💪 To notice when I'm choosing them and let that matter emotionally, not just intellectually.

Isn't it possible to believe that real love is a habit AND to actually enjoy the feeling of that habit? Isn't it possible to be realistic about love without being cynical about it? 🌿

I think the best thing for me is to let myself be more human about this. To feel and think and choose all at the same time. To stop seeing emotions and logic as opponents and just... let them both be true ✨