Is Loving Someone A Choice Novels & Stories

"I know. I strongly agree with you. But all of us deserve someone who can love us unconditionally. All of us deserve to find someone who'll not even hurt us no matter what happens. We all deserve to be loved purely. We deserve to have a partner in life who'll choose us every single day. To love someone is the easiest thing to do, but to choose someone every day isn't an easy thing." "You're right, Cora. You can't choose someone every day easily if your love is shallow. You choose him every day because your love is pure. You choose him every day because your love for him is deeper as deep as the ocean. But you're choosing him every day because you want to be with him forever no matter how har

Kimberly Medilton If you have an option to pick 'Love someone' or 'Being love by someone'? Well I pick 'Being love by someone' because if you pick 'Love someone' it will take you a lot of effort to get that person's attention. You will get hurt a lot along the way and there's 99% that the person that you like won't like you back for girls case not boys

“There are still wolves who have not been good mates and there are also wolves who abandoned their mates which only means one thing that they have a choice. But for other wolves who chose to appreciate what was given to them, there's only one meaning for that. That there's love. You can't appreciate someone if you don't love them, right? “Love is not based on duration, appearance, level, and race. It's not because it's the first time you met that you can't love that person. It's also not because the mate bond forced your marriage that you won't love each other, especially in the middle of your marriage. Love is a life-long process, we all have a choice, Louise.

About the woman he had loved Genevieve and the way she had chosen Damien over him. "I thought I was in love with her," he said. "But I was just... lonely. Desperate for someone to see me. To want me. To choose me." "And now?" "Now I know that love isn't about being chosen. It's about choosing. Every day. Even when it's hard." Isabella thought about Damien. About the years they had lost, the trust they had rebuilt, the love that had survived against all odds. "You're right," she said. "Love is a choice. And it's the hardest choice you'll ever make."

"Then you make yourself someone worth saying yes to. You don't manipulate the ask. You be kind. Respectful. Interesting. Good. And you let them choose freely. Sometimes they'll say yes. Sometimes no. Both are okay." Elara adds, "Your father thought he could make Rachel love him by controlling her. By trapping her. But it doesn't work that way. You can't force love. You can't manipulate it. Real love is chosen freely. Every day. That's what makes it real." "Like you and Kieran. You choose each other every day." "Exactly. We could leave anytime. We stay because we want to. Because we choose to. That's real love. Not obligation. Not trap. Choice."

But I'm not running anymore. You taught me that love isn't about being saved. It's about showing up. Every day. Even when it's hard. Even when you're scared. I used to think that love was something that happened to you. Something you fell into. But you showed me that love is a choice. A choice to stay. A choice to try. A choice to be vulnerable. I choose you, Nick. I choose you today. I choose you tomorrow. I choose you for the rest of my life.

It’s being happy and confident on your own, and having that person add more to that. Falling in love is having similarities that no one has shared with you. It’s being passionate about the same things, while also embracing each other’s differences. To fall in love with someone is like having the best kept secret all to you. Falling in love is a choice, but not the choice you think. It’s the choice to allow yourself not to be scared. It’s the choice of letting go of your own guard. That the choice we make when we fall in love, and it’s the hardest one to decide. But, once we do, we are in for the ride of a lifetime...

I pursed my lips, thinking hard about how to answer it. “I think love is choosing someone every single day,” I said finally. “Even when they’re not perfect, even when they piss you off and get on your nerves. Love is choosing to see past someone’s flaws and staying with them no matter what. It’s choosing to see the beauty in the bleakness, and everything that comes with it.”

"Really love us?" I considered lying. Considered making this easier by pretending I felt nothing. But I'd promised honesty. "Yes," I said quietly. "In different ways, I love all of you. But loving you doesn't mean being with you is the right choice. Sometimes the most loving thing you can do is let someone go." "Will you ever..." Ronan's voice trailed off.

"It was. But it was true. And I took him back. And we figured it out together." "How?" "One day at a time. One argument at a time. Love is not a feeling, baby. It is a choice. You wake up every day and you choose each other. Even when it is hard. Especially when it is hard." I held the phone against my ear. My grandmother's voice was steady and sure. "You think he will come back?" I asked. "I do not know. But if he does, you have to decide if you can forgive him for leaving. And if you can, you choose him. Every day. That is the only way it works."