Is Loving Someone A Choice Novels & Stories

“Is the pain of staying away worse than the pain of fighting to be with them? What's more important to you? Is it what people would think or what you actually want?” My chest tightened. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough for either,” I whispered. I didn't even know which one mattered to me. The societal thoughts of people who know nothing about me or my own happiness? “You will be,” she said firmly, placing a hand over mine. “Because when it’s real… You don’t get to choose. Love chooses you, girl. And once it does, there’s no going back.”

We chose each other again. We learned that love is not a feeling that makes everything easy. It is a choice that makes everything bearable. It is deciding, day after day, that the person beside you is worth the effort, worth the honesty, worth the patience. It is loving them not for who you wish they were, but for who they truly are—flaws and all.

I say. "I know." "I'm going to get scared. I'm going to want to run. I'm going to pack a bag and stand in the doorway and convince myself that leaving is easier." "I know." "And you're still going to wait?" She takes my hand. "I'm still going to wait." "Why?" "Because that's what love is. Not the feeling — the choice. Every day, choosing to stay. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard." I look at our hands.

"You really believe that? That love is about choosing each other every day, even when it is hard?" Kai nodded, his voice steady. "I know it. I have lived it. Love is not a feeling that just happens to you. It is a choice. A choice you make every single day, in every single moment. And when you make that choice, when you commit to it with your whole heart, there is nothing that can break it. Not the darkness, not time, not distance. Nothing." Aric pulled him into a hug, holding him tight. His voice was thick with emotion when he spoke. "Thank you, Mama. I do not know what I would do without you. You have always been my guide, my comfort, my strength."

“Choosing this life? Choosing me, with all the complications that come with it?” The question caught me off guard, but the answer was already alive inside me. I gently turned her around in my arms, forcing her to look up so I could lock my eyes onto hers. The amber glow of the city lights reflected in her gaze, beautiful and searching. “Never,” I said, and the honesty in my voice surprised even me. It was absolute. “You broke every single pattern I thought was permanent, Catriona. You tore down the walls I spent a lifetime building. You taught me that love isn’t about control, or possession, or compliance—it’s choice. Voluntary, deliberate choice. And I choose you. Every single day, in every

“But now I can’t imagine anything else.” And in that moment, with spring surrounding them, laughter echoing, and hearts aligned, they understood something simple and profound: love wasn’t just a feeling—it was a choice. And they had chosen each other. The End

Someone near him looked like they wanted to tell him that was too much to ask. "Both," I replied. "The pull between us is pure and most times, I’m grateful that I’m finally living my own fairytale love story I never imagined would happen. But I've also had moments where I could have made a different call, taken a different path, and I chose not to. That's still a choice." I looked at him. "I don't think the bond works the way people say it does like it removes the choice. I think it just makes the right choice very obvious. You still have to actually make it." He thought about that. Nodded slowly.

she touched and clutched him tightly “Look at me; consider that I am the only person that can satisfy you” “There is something you are missing, Evelyn,” he said “Someone can have sex with you and not love you” “You make love sound alien to me; a newbie. Isn’t it?” “Not the way you make it appear. Sometimes you don’t choose who to love; love chooses you,” Ben said. “The same way I have no power over my feelings for you” “But you can always find someone who feels the same for you,” he said.

“Thank you.” He sighed, looking at the red mark on her tear-drenched cheek. “I know you love her, I can see it. But this isn’t what love has to be like. There are no ‘shoulds.’ I’m not saying you should understand?” She nodded. “I’m saying it’s a choice. You are making a choice. She is making a choice. And you can make another one if you want to badly enough.” “Okay,” she nodded.

That he chose 'her,' well the fact is that is he would always choose 'her' no matter where I fit into this, me, his wife, simply did not get first place. I don't care that he got wrapped up in something that snowballed out of control before he could stop it. And I certainly don't care that he never stopped loving me; actually, he did because love is a choice, and he was not choosing us; he was choosing 'the other woman.'