This is going to make me sound quite cold but I definitely think of being with my DP as a conscious choice that I am making because we are compatible, because we want the same things and because I think that together we can have the life we both want. And I think to some extent I made that choice before the love part came into it. I love him very much, but it is because of those things I've listed, plus the fact he is a kind and good man, rather than any butterflies or feelings of head over heelsness. I am by no means blind to his faults and there was a point where it was like a conscious decision of 'ok I can live with this, because I also get this, this and this'.
I have been seeing a therapist the last year or so, and she's helped me realise how much some things from my childhood have affected me, particularly the death of my birth mother just hours after I was born, but there's other stuff too. I have attachment 'issues' basically - issues in inverted commas because it's not like they've overshadowed my life, but I think they have affected how I go about relationships.
I have only ever had that 'butterflies fireworks omg omg the ground has shifted beneath my feet' type feeling once. It was a real eyes meet across a crowded room, jolt of electricity, instant chemistry thing. I remember thinking if I could just take him home that night, that would be enough, because otherwise he'd be trouble. And I did, and he was, and it led to a very intense, amazing at times but also kind of awful because I hated feeling so out of control about my feelings and somebody else having so much control over me, relationship of about 6 months, then a lot of toing and froing for another 6. I don't know that it was love, infatuation maybe. He said he loved me, but didn't choose to act like someone in love or treat me with respect. It messed with my head for a long time but I'm kind of glad it happened if only to prove my cold dead heart was capable of it
Far prefer the kind of love that DP and I choose to build together now though, I feel warm and content at the thought of him rather than sick with nerves.
My love for my family - siblings, nephews and nieces, adoptive parents though we've sadly lost them now too, and my dog though - that just kind of is. Doesn't really feel like a choice. My brother for example, things went a bit weird and didn't see or really speak to him for a year or so, but still loved him, had a 'this is ridiculous' moment earlier this year and got in touch/ got together and the love and affection is there as much as ever. But I suppose family love is different.
And my dog, as I tell him when no one is listening (and of course he understands I love him more than all the world and everything in it. Did from the first day he wound up with me (and I didn't choose that either). It is of course my choose to look after, feed, walk, pay for his extensive vet bills and generally dote on him. Doesn't really feel like choice though, it's a responsibility and a commitment that I've made, and it's what you do for someone or someanimal that you love.