I Choose You Quote Novels & Stories

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"And I'll love you whether you bond with me or not. Whether you stay or go. Whether you choose me or choose yourself." "I choose both," she says. Her voice breaks but her eyes are steady. "I choose me. And I choose you. That's what I've been trying to figure out. How to keep myself and have you too. And I think the answer is that the right person doesn't ask you to give yourself up. They just stand beside you while you figure out who you are." "Is that a yes?" "That's an absolutely." I kiss her. Not gentle. Not tentative. Not the careful almost-touches we've been dancing around for weeks.

I added, “you chose me.” I tilted my head. “Why?”

You know if it's not to break up the family, don't worry, I won't force you in anything - No one forced me - I'm not in a hurry and I can give you all the time you want to think, I want reciprocal love because marriage is not for one day or two days. -I know - My intentions towards you are noble, it's not for nothing that I chose you among all the girls in this family, it's not for nothing that I chose you among all the girls I have to meet, physio today I'll tell you that famous phrase that every girl wants to hear "I love you physio" and no matter what people say

Not “Mrs. Wolfe.” Ava Sinclair. She picked it up, heart quiet and loud at once. Sat. Unfolded it. Began to read. “No contracts. No promises. Just a choice.” “I choose you. I choose you without cameras. Without pressure. Without anything owed or expected in return.” “I choose you on the good days. On the days you forget why you started. On the days when silence is the only language you can speak.” “I won’t ask you for forever.” “I’ll ask you for tomorrow. And then, when tomorrow comes, I’ll ask again.”

"I'll always choose Nicholas, no matter what you do." ***************************************

“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-“

“You’re allowed to be scared. The bond is overwhelming. But I need you to know how deeply I love you. Not because you saved me, not because the fortress depends on our magic, and not because fate demanded it. I love you because I choose you.” Her eyes misted with tears, and she let out a shaky exhale. “I choose you too,” she said softly. “At first I fought it. You were intimidating, and I was just… me. But you saw something in me I didn’t see in myself. I’m not sure I would have ever found my own worth if you hadn’t shown me.”

We spoke from where we stood. “I choose you,” Richard said. “No matter what changes, no matter what we become. I choose you. I choose the weight you carry, the scars you hide, the way you stand up even when it hurts. I choose the woman who walked through fire and never once let it claim her. I choose every version of you, even the ones you haven’t shown me yet. I will be the one who holds the line beside you, even when the whole world is watching. Especially then.”

“I have no fear or doubt in my decision. I don't want to sever our bond anymore. We might have figured our fate earlier than our mates but I don't regret it. I choose us, I choose you Karl.” The words don’t shake. They don’t rush. They land solid and true. Karl freezes. Actually freezes. For half a second, I worry I broke him. “Say that again,” he whispers. I smile, tears stinging my eyes. “I choose you. Not because I’m scared. Not because I need protection. Because I want you. Because when the world goes quiet, you’re who I look for.” His breath shudders out of him. He steps forward like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he moves too fast. His hands hover at my waist, unsure.