I love you.

But, in real life, our choices can't solely define us as long as 

we're able to make mistakes. If we said our choices are the 

core of our definition as people, we'd be obligated to say our 

mistakes are too. Which can't be, because they're just that: 

mistakes. Things that may have a reason to exist, but that 

could have been prevented, as they weren't our <preferred> 

choice. We make mistakes when we are mad, when we are 

sad, when we are nervous; when we aren't in our best 

moment to make choices. We can say we are defined by our 

choices, our mistakes, as long as we say we are also defined 

by what we actually feel. And that, my dear, is not a choice.