Some times I wonder what desire really means. Ignorance would tell me its just a feeling, but I know its more than that. It is a decision. Passion is a decision. Love is a decision. I am choosing to love you. I am choosing to want you. I am not bound by my emotions. I willingly think about you. I make conscious decisions to care for you. I think about how to make you happy. I, the Real me, the me over the time, the me over long nights and short ones, have chosen to want you. I have made the conscious decision to wait for you. You can deny my love and reject me. It will hurt, but I’ll recover, but you cannot tell me that I shouldn’t love you, because that is not your choice to make.