Is Loving Someone A Choice Novels & Stories

He says, and I glare at him in discord. "Yes you do, Ray!" I try to speak sense into him. "You have the freedom to choose who to love. You got the sole right to choose your life partner. The person who makes you happy should be your choice, and I am that person, right? I am the one you love. I am the one who makes you happy. The one who loves you so much. I should be the one..."

She nodded. “And I told you,” he continued, “that love isn’t always about right or wrong. That sometimes it’s about choosing the person who chooses you.” Ivory swallowed hard. “You always chose me.” “Still do,” he said, voice cracking. “And I don’t know what to do with that. I don’t know how to un-choose you just because it hurts.” She blinked fast, trying to keep her face steady. Willis leaned forward. His voice was low, raw. “Is there anything I can do? Anything at all to make you stay?”

Everyone talked freely, and the mood was lively. As I looked around at the smiling faces, I felt a sense of relief and freedom I'd never known before. For the first time since I was ten, I laughed without any defenses. Even in those years I was in love with Morgan, I'd never been this joyful. Back then, I was always anxious. I was convinced his love was too surreal to be true. Now, I'd finally found myself. I'd finally understood that love had to be self-sustaining. I couldn't keep begging for it from others.

"Those are good signs, right?" "Those are very good signs. But honestly, you don't know for sure. You just love her enough to risk finding out." He placed his hands into his pocket. "You and Adriana taught me something about relationships that I didn't understand before." "What's that?" "Love isn't about finding someone easy to be with, it's about choosing each other when things get hard." He finally looked at me directly. "You could have walked away when Drake attacked her or when Marcus was dying or when she got pregnant and everything fell apart, but you didn't. You kept choosing her."

I replied, desperate for the truth. He nodded. “Then let me tell you something my father once told me. Love isn’t always about possession by you or anyone. It’s a choice between two people. It may sound selfish, but you shouldn't deprive yourself from loving and being with someone you want. Sometimes, being the silent strength in someone’s life is more honorable than stealing the spotlight. But then again, if your feelings are real and strong, the least you can do for yourself is tell them how you feel.” I felt my chest tighten.

Most of all, why did it have to be him? Mum hugged me closer and started patting me at my back. “Easy my child, let it all out. It's ok”. She said in between pats until my crying died down and I was just sniffing. “You see my child, it's not a crime to love or fall in love with someone and we can't choose who we'll fall in love with. Before we can fall in love with a particular person, there has to be something about that person that attracts you or something you like about that person regardless of who the person is.

He fell silent. "Loving someone means wanting her to be free. It means watching her soar higher. It means that even if she stops loving you, you respect her choice. It doesn't mean locking her in a cage, clipping her wings, and then saying, 'See? No one but me will ever want you.' "That's not love. That's possession. And you've never loved me. You just needed someone there to prove you could be loved and needed. That someone could've been me, or Keira, or any other woman willing to pull off this performance with you," I said.

"We showed him what real love looks like. Now he gets to build it with someone who understands what real love requires." The following week, Alexander sends me a draft of something he's written. It's a piece about proposing consciously. It's about what it means to choose someone with full awareness of what you're choosing. It's about understanding that love is not a feeling that happens to you. Love is a choice that you make and then remake. I read it and I cry because my son has understood something fundamental about what we taught him. He's understood that love is work. He's understood that consciousness is required. He's understood that choosing someone is the most important thing you can

Professor Sloane glanced at me more carefully now. I went on before I could lose my nerve. “You want this to sound simple,” I said. “Like there was one person with power and one without. One person acting and one person being acted upon. But that isn’t what happened.” No one interrupted. So I continued. “I chose this relationship. Repeatedly. Knowingly. Not because I was manipulated into it. Not because I wanted grades. Not because I was weak. I chose it because I love him. Because he loves me. Because what exists between us is not reducible to the ugliest version of it that people like Lila—or Mr. Blackwood—want to circulate.”

she shrugged and sighed longingly. I was just looking at her, and she looked back at me. Raising one eyebrow up, she then said, "What? You don't agree with me?" "I don't know, Hals," I shook my head, "I just happen to believe that love is a choice we make. You have to make choices and sacrifices for it to work. We can't just leave it up to chance," She threw her head up to the sky and let out another sigh as she said, "Maybe you're right. But I'm at a point right now where I can't force it anymore. I'm tired. He's tired. We're all out of sacrifices,"