My problem with me is my problem with you

It's 4:15 pm, and my day's just begun. I've been on the phone with various people on and off for four hours. That's weird for someone who hates using the phone. I'm tired. I have to do my laundry and listen to a couple of songs and clean my room and pay my bills. I might muster enough energy to go out for dinner.

Something my friend said struck me. She said love is a choice you make, not a feeling. I thought about it for a while and realized with a sinking feeling how true it is.