I think that the "warm fuzzies" can come and go. There will be days when I'll look at my husband and say to myself, "I married you why?" And then there will be times I'll look at him and remember the first time I realized I loved him. Because of the tides of chemicals in the brain come and go, I'm not fooled into thinking I will always be "in love" the exact way each and every day. But I am convinced that my choice to love is mine and mine alone. If we fall out of love, it's by choice. Nothing more, nothing less.