I Choose You Quote Novels & Stories

she asks. “So happy,” I assure her. “From the day that I met you.” "Even with everything that people put us through?” “Absolutely," I reply. “Once I knew what it was like being with you, I wasn’t going to be able to let that go.” “Is that so?” “Yes,” I reply. “Did I ever thank you for choosing me?” “I chose you?” “You did. Because even though I saw you all the time, it was you who made the first move in that basement.”

must not believe that I would finish the selection. Even I don’t believe that I would but there are too many people involved and I don’t want to let them down. I made promises and I am a man of my words. I don’t know if I am happy but let’s just say I feel content because everybody is happy and excited for this selection. The one person I wish would show more enthusiasm is Jessica. She has not said anything against the selection but she doesn’t seem happy either. When I imagined my engagement, I imagined her to be the most enthusiastic and happy person but I guess I was wrong and that doesn’t sit well with me. What is the point of making other people happy if the most important person in y

My voice shook, but I kept going. “You don’t get to decide your worth by how much pain you can take for me. And I don’t get to live in a world where you disappear so things can be easier.” Tears blurred my vision. “I love you. Not because you protect me. Not because you’re brave or stupid or heroic. But because you’re you. And I choose that. Every time.” The timer hit 01:10. The voice spoke again. “You have not chosen.” “I did,” I said firmly. “I’m choosing him. Which means I’m not choosing either door.”

“Because I chose you.” My breath hitched, the words sinking into me like venom. “For what?” I roared, my voice ricocheting through the endless void. “What the fuck did you choose me for?!”

How I couldn’t write, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t stop pacing. I end the message with the only thing I can admit out loud: “What do I do?” The typing dots appear. Disappear. Appear again. My breath holds. Finally her reply drops in, and it’s so Cass it makes me cry. “Choose yourself first.” I stare at the screen. Those three words punch harder than Joel’s entire proposal did. Choose myself first. What does that even mean, when part of me wants to choose him too? When part of me is tired of always choosing survival, independence, caution? But maybe that’s exactly the point. That before I can choose him, or choose marriage, or choose the future, I have to make sure I am not abandoning myself in t

"I love Jeff and am not ready to give you up. Dahlia should be the one who gets back with Luke and not me. There was no intimacy between us" "I have no interest In you Quinn and even if you were to be the only choice I have left, I will still not choose you" "I don't care who your choices are, just get out!" I ordered

What am I saying? Hajin chuckles lightly at his answer. "I honestly think there is someone who's like a star." He looks at him and sees him still looking up. "He shines brightly on his own, and he doesn't even know it." Hayan just stared at him in confusion, not getting a gist at what he's saying. "I'm talking about you, Hayan." Badump! "You were like a star. You shine on your own." He continues as he looks at him. "I... Want to touch you."

It is not fleeting…it is forever. I always thought it was stupid that the goddess gave you to me. That I could use you and dump you but I was wrong. And if the Goddess allows me a voice, And a moment to speak my heart, Then hear this and know it without doubt: I choose you. I choose you, above all else, Above pride, above power, above fear. I choose you, Iris, And no force in heaven, earth, or shadow, Will make me turn away.” The words hung in the air between us, resonating like a heartbeat, echoing in the silence of my chest. I had expected declarations, commands, even demands,but not this. Not this raw, unyielding, relentless truth.

"We just need each other." They stood beneath the oak tree, the sun rising behind them, and spoke the words they had been meaning to say all along. "I choose you," Nathaniel began. "Not because it's easy. Not because we're perfect. I choose you because you make me want to be better. Because you see me—the real me—and you stay anyway." Victoria's throat tightened. "I choose you too. Not because I need you. Because I want you. Because my life is brighter with you in it. Because you taught me that love isn't about never getting hurt. It's about getting hurt and choosing each other anyway."

“I’m asking you to decide what matters more to you. Me, or the idea of never failing again. Because right now, you’re failing in slow motion.” The bond pulls, is tight and painful. I feel words battering at the back of his teeth through it. *I love you. I choose you. I’ll burn it all.* They don’t make it out. His silence is its own answer. My chest hollows out. “I would’ve chosen you over everything,” I say. “Now I have to choose myself—or I’ll be nothing but your curse.” There’s a tremor in my voice now. I hate it. I don’t try to hide it.