“I believed then, and still do believe, that love is a choice. I think perhaps it’s not all that simple, but when you boil it down, that’s what it is. It can be prompted by ‘in love’ feelings, the sort of butterflies and rainbows kind of mush, but it never stays that way. And sometimes, you can blink, turn around to look at it again, and it’s all fallen to pieces, and love was nothing like it was when you first thought you saw it (whether it was ever love back there in the beginning is arguable) – or even, what it was just a second ago, before you closed your eyes. What used to make your heart jump just doesn’t work anymore, and you can’t remember quite why it did in the first place. It’s at these points we choose flight or fight.” (>>)