Is Loving Someone A Choice Novels & Stories

Then David speaks again, his voice softer. "I know you love my daughter." My head snaps up. "I can see it," he continues. "In the way you looked at her when you walked in. In everything you just confessed. And I know she loves you too." "She shouldn't." The words are automatic. "After everything…" "Maybe not." David cuts me off. "But love isn't about should or shouldn't. It's about choice. And if my daughter chooses to love you, even after everything, that's her choice to make. Not mine. Not yours."

"That is not what we are talking about. That has never been what we are talking about." Leo blinked. "Loving someone," I said, "is the easy part. It happens on its own without asking your permission or consulting your schedule. What does not happen on its own is keeping them safe. That is a choice. A conscious one that you have to make every single time." Leo was very still.

“Apo, ang pag-aasawa ay hindi bigas na kung kailan lang mainit ay doon mo gugustuhin at kapag malamig na, iluluwa mo na.” I appreciate her words of wisdom but, “Hindi pa naman po kami kasal.” “Doon din naman ang tungo niyo diba?” Malumbay na nagkibit-balikat ako. Nag-aalalang pinagmasdan ako ni Lola. “Apo. When you love someone, you don’t just based on your feelings. You’re choosing to stay with someone because love is that person.” “La, I get your point.” I really do. “I know that staying is a choice.”

"No. You need love. But you don't know how to accept it." "Teach me." Sol sat on the bench. I sat beside him. "Love is not a feeling," Sol said. "It's a choice. Every day, every moment, you choose to care." "I chose nothing." "You chose to protect yourself from pain. That's not nothing. That's fear." Nox was silent. "It's okay to be afraid," I said. "I'm afraid all the time. But I choose love anyway." "Why?" "Because the alternative is worse. Nothing is worse. Trust me."

“I love Avery,” I said. “And because I love her, I have spent a lot of time recently thinking about what that actually means. It doesn’t mean I get to decide things for her. It doesn’t mean I get to manipulate her into being with me.” I shot Deirdre a meaningful look. “It means I let her choose. Whatever she chooses. Even if I don’t like what she wants; that’s what loving someone is about. Sometimes, it means letting them go.”

Through danger and peace, through chaos and calm, through the terrifying and the mundane, they chose love. That's what I hope you take away from this story. That love isn't just a feeling that happens to you - it's a choice you make. It's choosing your partner when they're difficult. It's choosing to stay when leaving would be easier. It's choosing to fight for your family and even when the world is working against you. Thank you for choosing to read this story. Thank you for investing your time and emotions in Elena, Adrian, Rose, Violet, James, Leo, and Lucas. Thank you for crying with them, celebrating with them, and hoping for their happy ending.

Malachi said, moving his hips to the rhythm. He really is a good dancer. Asshole. “I guess I haven’t then.” I replied. “It’s never been something that’s interested me.” Malachi was the one who was laughing now. “Falling in love isn’t something you control. I mean, you can control what to do about those feelings, and once you’re in a relationship, I do think it’s a choice to work at it. But actually falling for someone is not a choice.” “Whatever you say. You seem to be the expert on feelings,” I replied with as much sarcasm as I could.

I am not sure what it is for him. He leaned to me and I can see his muscles flexing. His eyes are staring deep into me. “I’m going to hurt you now again, Love. But I’ll make up for everything.” He spoke before crashing his lips onto mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, passionately and surely. God, I love him. I would never love someone else as much as I love him. If he chooses to leave me tomorrow morning, I’d take all the blame for this. I will not ask him to choose me over Bianca.

Simon kept looking at her with a longing in his eyes, he needed her, he wanted her on his side, he had never felt that way for anyone. “You keep amazing me, despite everything, I wonder why you care and stand by me even when you know it will lead to danger or pain” Gabriela’s voice softened. “Because you need someone who won't walk away and…I choose to be that person, cause you've been that person for me right from the start” Simon tightened his grip on her hand and gave her a faint smile. Then a sound came from the end of the corridor. A faint click echoed.. “What was that?”

“Wow. That must be tough.” Alfonso’s jaw clenched slightly. “It’s fucked up,” he muttered, voice low. “But what can I say? You don’t choose who you love.” Franco snorted. “I don’t agree. Attraction’s a thing that happens to you, sure, but love, that’s a choice. It’s something you decide to do.” Alfonso bristled, heat rising in his face. “What do you know about true love?” he snapped. “I didn’t choose this. It just happened.” He took a long, hard swallow of his drink and stared into the glass.