I Choose To Love You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"But why? He didn't do anything to you!" "That little bastard, I had him killed for daring to toy with what is mine." He stood up looking at his wristwatch. "I told you to leave all your lovers behind but you didn't listen." "I don't love you, you don't need me. I'm not your status nor age nor to your appeal. You could have any woman you like but you still chose to take me. Why?" She asked him with all the zeal in her heart. She had never felt this angry in her life. She felt valiant and her fear seemed to fade with her wrathful words.

"Tricked me! I thought you loved me. I thought I was your all." "No. You were just a pawn to get all the Han's assets and now that I'm finally getting my hands on it, nothing can stop me." "I hate you." "I don't really care." DISCLAIMER I apologise in advance for any case, scenario or name that is coincidental to any you know. This work is purely fictional and is not meant to criticise anybody. So please accept my apologies. Thank You Much!!

This card sounds like people who were already in love. The next card, "Whatever path we choose for love, It'll be beautiful in its way." This card sounds like a complicated relationship. "No matter how long...my heart will remain the same" I could give this one since it has vibes on hidden love. Wait. I only have a crush on him, not love but I'm not sure about that either. Who knows what the future will bring us? "I thought you were available," said someone while I was smiling to myself and looking at the card in my hands.

This is torture. I can’t wait long enough because I want her all for myself…right here beside me, right in my arms all the damn time. I will love you still from the depths of my soul. It’s beyond my control. I’ve waited so long to say this to you. If you’re asking ‘Do I love you this much?’ I do. The instrumental part of the song played when Ashin was right in front of me.

I squeezed his hands, feeling my own voice steady despite the tears. "I don't feel that way anymore. Not for a long time now. I choose you too, Jonathan. Not because of any arrangement, not because of Grace, not because leaving would be complicated or difficult. I choose you because I've watched you become someone I'm genuinely proud to love, someone who apologizes without excuse, who includes me instead of protecting me from the truth, who chooses honesty even when it costs him something. I love you. Completely, and entirely on my own terms, exactly the way I wish I'd been allowed to love you from the very beginning."

Not the love I expected. I wanted her to love me, not pity me. "I am not selfish, Mine. I chose you. I always choose you. I'm. Still. Choosing. YOU!" I counted my words ever so slowly, ignoring the crack in my voice, "I gave up so much for you. I am going through this whole mess right now because of you and you call me selfish?"

“I chose you, my love. And the world needs to know,” “Are you sure?” I inquired, my heart beating erratically. Emmanuel and I turned at the same time to look at the beeping monitors, showing how frantic my heart was. I blushed while he smirked as if proud. “This won’t cause any problem for you? Emmanuel, you don’t have-“ “I want to,” he said cutting me off. “I love you and I mean it. I choose you, Miles. I’m not going to announce anything until you’re ready-“

Fiona suddenly raised her head to interrupt him, pitifully said, "It's past midnight, I want to sleep..." Paul Henry looked at her for a few seconds, then raised his hand to glance at the clock, slowly said: "It's really late, have you understood what I just said?" "Grandchildren…"Fiona I remember when I was in school, the teacher also asked if you understood, if you said you understood, the teacher would surely ask you "So tell me what you understood". “Uncle, I…”Fiona "Touched" almost cried, "You don't need to understand, I don't want to be in love right now." She used to want to, but not anymore.

“I love you. I just want you to know that. I love you so, so much.” I grinned and leaned over to kiss him. “I love you, too.” “I know that I've been a little nervous with the baby coming,” he admitted. “But, it's just that I love you. That you chose me.” I grinned at him. “I choose you,” I said. “Every day, I choose you.”

I pursed my lips, thinking hard about how to answer it. “I think love is choosing someone every single day,” I said finally. “Even when they’re not perfect, even when they piss you off and get on your nerves. Love is choosing to see past someone’s flaws and staying with them no matter what. It’s choosing to see the beauty in the bleakness, and everything that comes with it.”