“Love is a choice. You have to wake up every day and decide to do it.”
Hugo’s going through a breakup and waxing philosophical to his only ex who’s not still too angry to listen.
He’s right, though.
This week Ted and I chose to not fight about the electricity bill. We chose to watch a lot of t.v. on the couch. I chose to cook dinner; he chose to do some dishes. We chose to go for a walk, but it started raining, so we re-chose to watch more t.v.