Love is a Choice

I used to think love was a feeling, this uneasy, unknown sensation in my stomach that made me want to jump into a void of space and flee in the other direction all at the same time. But somewhere along the past few months, I have been asked to love difficult people- people who wronged me, but still asked for love none the less. And I have started to realize something I already knew before, but now I am more aware of: love is a choice.