More than a feeling. It’s what’s left of the spark when the wind has blown the last of the embers it turned to when it died out.
It’s the choice between staying in something you’ve held on to and facing the uncertain future with the person who could be the one.
It might be your biggest mistake or the best decision you’ve ever made. It’s a choice between the person who’s not there, who you want to fight for. And the one who’s always been there, who’s fighting for a chance with you all along.
It might be staying on the safe side or taking the leap for the one thing you’ll risk all you had for. Love might be more than what it is, more than love itself. It is a choice that you make, one you’ll stand up for even if it’s against your own heart.
And making that choice is half the battle.