i think very little of love and love-related actions are sexually driven. love is being there when he/she can’t/won’t have sex. love is still holding hands in the mall when you’re in your nineties. it’s always putting your mate before yourself. love means eating a sandwich while everyone else has spaghetti because you wanted to make sure they got full. it’s so much more than could ever be posted here, because our words are futile when explaining the single most important choice in the world. yes, love is a choice.