Of all the questions that have been fluttering into my inbox recently about love and relationships and being present, and how and why and what not, etc., (soon to be a new correspondent column, btw - title pending), I feel one of the underlying threads of response to these conflagrant questions regarding the non/existence of soul mates, one-and-only's, what's the glue that sticks a relationship together so mysteriously, etc. etc. etc. seems to come down to one momentous event: choice.
Whatever brings two percipient perceptibles together in the same place in the time and space continuum, and in whatever state of mindful awareness they arrive, how each energy body perceives and is perceived, each can choose their course in the infinite matrix of possibility.
To travel together, or to maintain singular status? etc.
Ditto for each moment thereafter: is there a limit to love? That, too, depends on choice. Every moment is a choice to stay committed, together, present and fully open to the spontaneous present.
Osho wrote about the fleeting nature of love - When it hits, roll with it. You never know when it will be gone. But ultimately, love is freedom. Freedom to choose.
Sherman Alexie wrote: "He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing."
Kelly Diels eloquently put it this way:
Choice. Chosen. Decided, deciding, every day.