I’ve been struggling with how to say this without sounding naive but I don’t think there is one. In my internal voice, it seems reasonable but out loud I sound like a fool or a prig. I’ve probably seemed worse here, so enough preamble.
I believe that love is the only choice we get to make that matters. If the choice is love or anything else (except in cases where to persue love is a betrayal), then love is the choice. It may result in contention, depression, tears, anger and rage or it may not work at all. But the chance, should always be taken. Always jump off the cliff. Love may die from neglect, or be found to have not existed, but the opportunity to persue love should always be seized. Just don’t fall in love with love. See what is really there and don’t fall prey to obsession.