I Choose To Love You Novels & Stories

"For you my love. Happy anniversary." THE END.

"I love you" "I love you"

I held her chin and turned her face back to mine. "I love you, Ava no matter what you think of me and that's not going to change anytime soon," I said and leaned closer to her face. She bit her lower lip, a habit of hers that always intoxicates me. "You're mine, Ava. Mine alone." I said and with that, my lips entangled with hers passionately. *** *** *** *** ***

I whisper. “I love you,”

I exhaled slowly and lifted my chin. "There's no need for this," I said, loud enough for Hugo to hear. "I'll go with you."

“Not erase what came before. Every moment, every struggle, every quiet hour we spent together led us here. But I want to stop letting it own us. I want to choose you every single day. Only because I love you. Not because of a paper. Not because of a promise made to anyone else. Not because of anything other than you.” My throat tightened, and tears pricked my eyes, but I smiled through them, a bright warm feeling spreading through my chest so deep it felt like it might spill over. “I chose you the day you knocked on my door,” I said, steady and sure. “I chose you when you sat with me through nightmares and never asked for thanks. I chose you every time you stood between me and whatever came

“I just didn’t realize I had the right to actually go.” The words hit him harder than shouting would have. Owen stood up too quickly, the movement sharp, panicked. “So that’s it?” he asked. “You’re just walking away?” She turned then, meeting his eyes. “I’m choosing myself,” she replied. “Something I should’ve done years ago.” The finality in her voice sent fear skittering through his chest. He took a step closer, then another, like proximity alone might fix what distance had broken. “But I love you,” he said. The words came out raw, almost desperate.

I imagined how many people out there were loving someone like him right now, with no idea what was coming. I got out of bed and grabbed my laptop. On a whim, I started a blog and called it ‘Out Loud’. For a name to write under, I didn't want my own, or even my middle name. I settled on Peony, after my favorite flower. I wrote out everything sitting in my chest. How love could be the most beautiful thing in the world and the one thing capable of doing the most damage. How hard it is to find that fairytale kind of love, the one they sell you in books growing up, the one you spend years dreaming about and waiting for, while out in the real world people play games and break each other for no rea

Doing the three triangle formula from my eyes to my lips then back to my eyes. " What are you doing? "I asked pushing him slightly away. " I like you. "he stated blindly. " What! You pervert. "I cursed. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * AIDAN'S POV... "You want me to be that to you?" I asked locking the space between us. "You are crazy." she stated. "Yah! Crazy about you."

He didn’t want to let go or maybe he was afraid that I would disappear if he let go of me but I didn’t say a word, I allowed him to have his moment. “I have seen you happy and I have seen you sad, Sel” Aiden continued, “and on each of those days, u make a decision to love you harder not because it’s easy but because that’s the only thing I can do. Love! Love is not a feeling, Selena. Love is choosing someone and making a decision to have their back for life, making a decision to choose them everyday because the moment you stop, everything crashes. Selena, love—“ his voice trailed off as I closed my eyes and allowed his words to sink in.