Isn't it amazing how forty-five plus years just melts away in an instant and suddenly we're teenage kids again, with huge crushes on each other that never went away, and grew quickly into love. By the time I knew what it was you were gone, and I tried to move on with my life, never once realizing you too thought I didn't care. I thought I loved others, I tried to love others, but it was just never there. I couldn't give someone a heart I no longer had, a heart I'd given to that teenage boy the first time he smiled at me. Love is not how you feel. Feelings come and go, feelings change, they go away. Love is a choice, when you look at someone and choose them, choose to give your heart to them, choose them every day. I made that choice as a teenage girl. I chose you. I've chosen you every day of my life since, and today I still choose you. I will always choose you every day I have left. And now here you are, my heart still with you, and I don't have to try to feel something I didn't choose anymore.