Love is a choice, not an emotion. I stand by that statement. But it is not as if that choice stands without emotion. The choice doesn't always start in emotion, but when choice is kept long enough, the emotion has a habit of arising. Not in every moment, lest we regard the emotion higher than the choice, but sometimes, the determination behind the choice gets rewarded with a burst of emotion so strong it wells up in your chest, as if your heart was trying to express itself in something more meaningful than words or actions. And sometimes it's just a simple, simple warmth, from the smallest, smallest things. Because when you choose to love someone, you choose to let that person mean more to you than you do to yourself.