It's more than wanting you or needing you. It's more than craving the taste of your body against my tongue or your chest against my back at dawn. It's more than any obligation yesterday could bare. It's about waking up each sunrise as if for the first time with a choice. And, in that moment choosing you. Knowing that if that choice takes us to matching rocking chairs on a porch when we are old and gray, thousands of mornings from our first day, that I was a choice for you too.