Love is not grand, romantic feelings. Love is not butterflies. Love is a choice made daily to put one's needs ahead of your own. True love is not found. It does not happen by chance. True love must be cultivated. True love is built.
I've always loved this: One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. "Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" was his response. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "It doesn't matter.