Ketika Cinta Harus Memilih Novels & Stories

While my attraction towards Andrew was a bit different in real world as I met him for the first time when I was 16 when I participated in the interschool elocution competition in which I saw him for the first time and got crazy about him most probably due to her looks and I fell in love with him at that age Whereas the part in which I expressed my love for him till our journey which took place within the four walls was connected to my life when I got married to Andrew at the age of 20 for dating him for almost more than 4 years and then one night we had a huge fight after which he left the house and didn't come back for more than a week because of which I also complained in the police statio

Honest. “I used to think love was supposed to be easy,” he said. “Like it just happened and stayed. But I was wrong. Love is choosing. Over and over. Even when it’s hard. Even when it’s messy.” Brielle stared at him, her throat thick. “And I’d choose you,” he added, voice roughening with emotion, “even if the universe tried to separate us again. I’d choose you every time.” Brielle’s eyes burned. She blinked quickly, trying not to cry. “You’re going to make me emotional before noon.”

I open my mouth. Then close it. Because again. Annoyingly accurate. She walks toward the door. Before leaving, she pauses. "One more thing." I look up. "What?" Her expression becomes serious. "Do not choose someone because you are afraid of hurting the other person." The words settle heavily. "That is not love." I don't answer. Because I know she is right. She opens the door. Then looks back at me. "And do not choose someone because the world tells you they are the answer."

For the first time, Lydia truly understood: love wasn’t just about choosing each other when it was easy. It was about choosing each other when ghosts returned.

"Are you okay?" "No." I laughed. It came out wet. "But I'm alive at least. That's something." He nodded. "That's everything." I made him sit and made him coffee and toast, even though he said he wasn't hungry. We sat across from each other at the small kitchen table. "Luca?" I called slowly. "Yeah?" "Do you think I'm making a mistake?" He didn't ask what I meant. He didn't have to. "I think," he said slowly, "that love isn't about making the right choice. It's about making a choice and then making it right."

“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.”

" I love him and I'm sorry, but if I have to choose between you and him, I will love you both. I will choose you both. But if you make me choose then I will choose him." I played with my fingers, knowing that I was pouring my heart out in front of my family too. But it needed to be done and I should have done it sooner. " I know I did wrong by not telling you. I know you're pissed off but we can't help who we love Mira." I throw my hands up. " We can't choose who we fall in love with, it just happens. But what we can choose is who we let go." I shook my head. " And I won't let go. I'd choose you both but if you force me to choose I will choose him because I won't let him go. And that's my c

The little girl asked. I took in a deep breath and explained, “Sometimes, we tend to do stupid things in love. I don't want you to do that! Always choose yourself first and never settle for less just because you love them. Sicne the choice was between love and money, I chose money. If the choice was between love and something else, I would always choose later because trust me, love is not going to do you anything good.” “You don't mean it.” Draven muttered and I berated back, “Yes, I do! It's useless.”

"But fate cannot make you love him. Only you can. Loving that man is a choice. It doesn't happen when the moon goes through its phases, it happens because you choose to love him. It's a choice you'll have to make every day for the rest of your life." She reached across the table and took my hand in hers. "That is why I asked you to wait for marriage. Because marriage is a vow to love and cherish forever. Tell me, do you love Adam even when he becomes jealous? Do you love him when he is angry? How about if he were hurt? Would you love him even if he were not an Alpha?" I didn't answer her. "That is marriage. That man downstairs lying in that hospital bed is my husband. I choose to love that m

“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.”