I’ve always considered love a choice above all else. When I got married, my spouse asked the oldest person in his family how she stayed with her husband for over forty years before he died. She said love, true love, shifts over time. Given a long enough timeline, you will eventually feel like you fell out of love, that the love has died. She said the key was to stick it out through this, be willing to work at it, and it will come back, an idea that Hollywood may not encourage but which I found to be very insightful. What you think of as love may go, but it can also return.