I Will Always Choose You Novels & Stories

"Love can't be pushed, Abigail." "But that's how our love worked —" "It's not pushed, Abigail. Our love for each other has never been pushed. It's our choice. I choose to be with you because I want to. I choose to be with you because I can see my future with you, I can see you with me in bed. I can see you making my day better, I can see you giving me children, I can see you marrying in altar, I can see you being my one and only, and so on. I wouldn't choose someone if I can't see everything, Abigail. Even if I like or love that person, if I can't see anything, then I wouldn't stay. I choose you because it is you. I choose you because you are my comfort and rest for everything."

So please don't make this difficult for me more than it already is. "But I love you. I can't help it but I've falling deeply for you. And every day and night, I try to like to myself that there's nothing in my heart for you but I know that's a lie. I don't care who you are or who you're not. I don't care about tomorrow as long as I have you today."

Without the fear that death or punishment would claim us. “Yes,” I said firmly, leaning forward to press my lips to his. “Always. You’re still mine. Not because of a curse, not because of destiny, not because anyone or anything told me you had to be. Because I choose you. Every day, every breath, every heartbeat… I choose you.”

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"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."

“Ophelia, do you choose Chase, again, always, forever?” Ophelia’s eyes never left Chase’s. Tears slipped down her cheeks. She didn’t wipe them. “I choose him,” she said, voice clear, trembling with joy. “Every morning when I wake up and he’s still here. Every night when I fall asleep in his arms. Every time the past tries to whisper I’m not enough, I choose him. I choose us. I choose love without chains.” Chase’s tears fell. He didn’t hide them. Lucy turned to him. “Chase, do you choose Ophelia, again, always, forever?”

“Sarah and Tiana were kidnapped. They wanted money, revenge. I don’t even know anymore. They called me there. Said I had to choose who to save.” Martha froze, horror etching into her face. “I tried to save them both,” he continued, shaking his head violently, tears spilling now. “I swear I did. But they wouldn’t let me. They said, ‘One life. One choice.’ Sarah was begging… she was looking at me, and I—” his voice broke, “—I saw Tiana. She was pregnant. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let her die.” He pressed his palms to his face, sobbing. “I chose Tiana. And Sarah—” He choked on the words. “Sarah got swallowed by the fire.”

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 know I'm selfish, but I can't help myself. I've loved you for as long as I can remember, Elena, and I always will. I wish I could promise you the carefree life that I want to give you, but being with me won't be a walk in the park. It won't be easy. What I can promise you is that I'll always put you first, and I will do everything in my power to ensure you'll never regret choosing me. So choose me, Elena. Please come home to me." I smiled at him and brushed the back of my fingers over his cheek, taking in the pure exhaustion he's exuding, "Richard, I would've come home with you even if you hadn't done all that. I love you. No matter what. I'm sorry I lost sight of that. I allowed my self

He looked up at me with an expression so open it almost hurt. “I’m choosing you,” I said. “Not because the alternatives are gone. Not because I’m grateful or scared or out of options. Because when I check the present, you’re the place I want to stay.” His hands settled at my waist, light, reverent. “Say it again.” “I’m choosing you.”