Is Loving Someone A Choice Novels & Stories

Maxine moved in a different direction, but he quickly grabbed her arm and turned her around. - No need to hurry It’s good that it wasn’t forced… “I’m not sad…” she said, pouting, bringing him back to reality. - I knew you would come… “You know you’re beautiful…” She shrugged. “I know. Don’t forget rule number three.” He laughed. “Don’t worry, that will never happen.” Cho: - Oh, I’ve searched for you for so long Oh, I’ve dreamed for so long To be with you, my love… ah ah ah…

I was pleading continuously but then I saw his sad face . " Really you don't feel bad I mean I think you loved your wife a lot but now she is not with you , you love her but you can't hug her , you miss her but you can't meet her ." these words just slipped out of my tongue. " Why do I feel bad? ' Some get love even after hating someone to the core and some have to live alone even after giving their heart '." He said with a smile but atlast Saying this a tear came out from his eyes but he immediately wiped it .

Not wanting to burden her with thinking "Well, as long as you don't hate the idea, I'm fine with that." Loving someone is just like planting crops. For some, it may be easy to make it grow and harvest it, but for others,... it is not. Whatever care they give... if it won't grow... it won't. But sometimes... Even dying crops can be saved. You just need the helping hand of someone who can help you make it grow. "So, what did you choose?" "Dad, I and Drake choose to..." *** "What? What are you talking about?" "Just watch the news! Hurry!"

“You mean like a mate mark?” “No. Deeper than that. Not about animal instinct. It’s got to be love, pure and simple. Has to be a choice. Only then can it burn out the darkness.” Dominic’s jaw locked up tight. “And if no one can give it?”

He took both of Aiden’s hands. “I used to think love was a transaction,” he said quietly. “Something you earned through pain or power. I thought if I held tight enough, controlled enough, you couldn’t leave. But you taught me something else.” He lifted Aiden’s left hand, kissed the platinum band. “Love isn’t ownership. It’s choice. Every day. You choose me even knowing the dark corners I still carry. And I choose you even when I’m terrified you’ll see them and run.” Aiden’s eyes shimmered. “I’m still choosing.”

And when we find someone, whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love, - true love. "Sena," I didn't say anything, but I'm ready to listen. “Choice is just like taking responsibility. Happiness is a choice. Inner Peace is a choice. Success is a choice. A choice, that's to make, a responsibility if you wanted to. You must be comfortable with discomfort because it will help you grow. The fact that you are by my side is also a conscious decision on my part. To keep and love you for the rest of my life. I intend to stay with you until the end of time."

He didn’t want to let go or maybe he was afraid that I would disappear if he let go of me but I didn’t say a word, I allowed him to have his moment. “I have seen you happy and I have seen you sad, Sel” Aiden continued, “and on each of those days, u make a decision to love you harder not because it’s easy but because that’s the only thing I can do. Love! Love is not a feeling, Selena. Love is choosing someone and making a decision to have their back for life, making a decision to choose them everyday because the moment you stop, everything crashes. Selena, love—“ his voice trailed off as I closed my eyes and allowed his words to sink in.

“I loved you. Completely. Without conditions. Even when you didn’t deserve it. Especially when you didn’t deserve it. And that. That broke you in a way violence never could. Made you want to be worthy of it. Want to deserve the love you were getting.” “So way ten was love.” “No. Way ten was choice. I chose to love you. Every single day. Despite everything. And that choice. That gave you no option but to choose me back. To become someone worthy of being chosen.” “That’s. That’s diabolical.” “It’s effective.” “And it worked.” “It worked.” She kissed him. “You’re mine, Kael Penking. Completely. Not through force. Not through manipulation. Through love. Through choice. Through years of showing u

Ashley cuts me off, "-But you're still in love with Angelo, right?" I nodded. "Feelings either fade or they grow, you can't force them but then again, the same goes for Angelo." Ashley said, "I saw how you look at Kevin, you like him too and I'm not saying this because I'm his sister." "You can't like two person at the same time, can you?" I was confused Ashley shakes her head, "You can, which is what make love a choice. I'm always a firm believer that in love, you always make choices and whoever remains your choice at the end of the day, every day, is the person you love the most."

"I know.. That's why I'm not leaving." I go. And in the corridor I stand for a moment and I think about morally grey and what it looks like when it is the person who makes your wolf bow and finds you bakeries with steps and I think that loving someone is not the same as agreeing with them and does not require it and I think that pushing back is its own kind of choosing. I choose him. I also choose this. Both. Every time.