You don’t need to understand to love. You don’t need to accept to love. You don’t need to agree to love. You don’t need to like to love. You don’t need desire to love. Happiness or sadness doesn’t alter love. Physical separation can’t separate love. You don’t have to be loved to love. Intimacy isn’t love. Love is more than a feeling. Love is first an option, then a decision. Love is something you choose to either do or don’t do. I thought of a trip I took down the Hudson during spring high water as I thought of how to picture love; seeing love as the whitewater raft. You choose to get in knowing what kind of water lies ahead. There’s calm water, and crazy water set on sending you flying. Whether you conquer the rapids depends on your will to stay in the boat. The paddle needs both hands but you can dig your feet under your seat; unbelievably uncomfortable but it works! After getting dumped, it’s hard, but not impossible, to get back in without a little help. In, out, back in; you not only survive the trip but enjoy the exhilaration, doing it again and again.