True love is choosing each other on ordinary days.

The movies show true love in grand moments: running through airports, speeches in the rain.

Real true love mostly happens at the breakfast table. On the day nothing special happens. When you're both tired and still choose kindness.

It's in the thousand small decisions: to listen, to forgive quickly, to laugh at the same old joke. It's choosing each other when there's no audience and no reason except that you want to.

If you have that, you have something rare.