Give her a bunch of crayons, and look what color she’d pick,
Give her a bunch of ice cream flavors, and look what flavor she’d prefer,
Give her a bunch of novels, and look which one she’d like to re-read,
And give her a bunch of names, and look what name she’d favor.
Perhaps, that’s what love is, falling over and over again or having many different options yet always choosing the same one. Or in my case, the same you.