Love is a choice..

I was at the middle of my nightly rituals last night when I received an unexpected text message that caused me not to sleep until now..

Mommy (that's how she calls me), if you said love is a matter of choice, why did you choose Daddy(that's how she calls him now secretly)?

I was totally astonished and at the verge of freaking out at that moment..

How the hell am I going to answer that?

It's true, for me, love is a choice.

Choice, not to look at anyone except him..

Choice, not to despise him..

Choice, not to look at your differences..

Choice. It's all about choices.

I'm at a point of loving someone who doesn't love me back. Wherein every time I see him, all my promises of never loving him again fades. Even if there are others who wish they have my heart, I still chose him.

It's a matter of choice.

I chose him. My heart

Chose him.

I don't want any other.

My heart will be forever his.

And if he's not the man that God prepared for me, I will forever love him still.

He might not be my first love, but he is my one true heartthrob love.