Ketika Cinta Harus Memilih Novels & Stories

- Luke "In the game of love we should be ready to be hurt because if you didn’t feel pain or you didn’t experience being hurt you don't really love that person. Let's learn to face the pain or the person who gave us pain and not run away." - Belle “I would rather choose the term“ I will choose you every day than I will love you every day. Why? Love is not always equal, sometimes it decreases or increases as your marriage lasts but if the person says she/he will choose you every day no matter what happens, no matter what problems come, in joy and sorrow she/he is there for you as long as you live to choose . " - Zey

she said. "I think choice and circumstance get tangled together so thoroughly sometimes that it's hard to tell which one is doing the deciding," I said, choosing my words slowly, the way I always did when I wanted her to actually hear me rather than simply brace against me. "I chose to love you. I know that with total certainty. But I also fell in love with you at a moment when the entire weight of both our bloodlines was already pulling us toward each other, and I've never been able to fully separate the choice from the pull. I don't think that makes the choice less real. I think it just makes it more complicated than a simple story wants it to be."

Clinton had saved me that night, even getting injured in the process. Out of guilt, I had taken care of him for two months as he recovered. Somewhere along the way, I'd fallen in love with him without realizing it. But at that time, his heart had belonged to Gemma Walken. Clinton had rejected me more than once. He would say, "Suzy, helping you was my choice. If it had been any other girl that night, I'd have done the same thing." I would shake my head and say tearfully, "Clinton, I love you. I'm certain it's not out of guilt."

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.”

“That I had to earn it through resilience, through sacrifice.” I shake my head slightly. “You showed me that love is not a reward,” I say. “It is a decision.” His fingers tighten around mine. “I choose you,” I whisper. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just true. “I choose you in the quiet mornings and the chaotic nights. I choose you in arguments and in laughter. I choose you when we are strong and when we are afraid.” My breath trembles. “And if I ever forget who I am again,” I add softly, “I know you will remind me.”

I wanted to go save her but Cedric made me choose, and I can't possibly choose her over thousands of lives in exchange. 'I love you The words she said made me falter. We loved each other from the start, yet we were never given a chance to get to show it, all because of my mistakes. In life it is inevitable to sometimes choose the wrong decisions, we somehow get blinded by the things that we want and how we want things to be, rather than doing what's right and worthy.

Choosing someone is very different from loving someone because choosing someone means that despite what or how you feel‚ to the highest and lowest points of life‚ you will still choose him. Anyone can say that they love you‚ but not everyone can choose you when things around you get so difficult. The reality of love is to always choose that person over anything. And I choose him. For me Love is knowing one another and making that a concerted effort- open and honest communication from both people. And then choosing to grow together, And having that last over a long period of time- great times and horrible times and all the times. Choosing and Loving Damon McCartny Becket is one of my greatest

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.

The vows are the ones we wrote together at the kitchen table on a Sunday morning with coffee and the Eiffel Tower in the window, simple and specific and entirely ours, and when it is my turn, I look at Vincent and say them without looking down at the paper because I know them by heart because I wrote them from the heart and there is no distance between those two things. "I choose you," I say. "Not from proximity and not from need and not because I don't know any other way. I choose you because I know exactly what I'm choosing and I want it completely. I choose the man who tells me ugly true things and waits when I need waiting and moves fast when moving matters. I choose the room we built to

“Every step I take could send me falling, every choice could destroy what little peace I have left. How do I choose? How do I decide which of you… which of these loves… deserves my heart?” Darren’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “You don’t have to decide right this second. You never did. The fact that you’re here, willing to face this, willing to even consider, that’s enough for now. I’ll wait. Every day, every hour, every moment. I’ll be here, patient, because I love you.”