Ketika Cinta Harus Memilih 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.”

Love-making wasn’t about bodies anymore. It was about presence. About choosing each other without losing yourself. When his arms wrapped around me, I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It felt steady. Human. Real. “I can’t unsee what you did,” I whispered. He tightened his hold slightly. “I know.” “But I can choose what I do with it.” He kissed my hair. “And what are you choosing?” I pulled back enough to look at him. “I’m choosing myself first,” I said softly. “And then… maybe us.”

And that love, real love, is the choice you make every single day. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard. Forever. THE END

“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.

“You should’ve kept her out of your life, out of this house, out of my world. But no, you took her back, and now you’re standing here telling me it’s love? That it just happened?” His voice rose with every word, his body trembling. “Love doesn’t just happen, Dad. Choices do. And you chose her over me.” My chest ached at his words. He couldn’t see it, maybe he never would, but sometimes love doesn’t wait for permission. Sometimes it chooses you, whether you’re ready or not, whether it tears everything else apart. I looked at him, but his eyes slid away from mine. “That’s not true…”

The woman I have loved since I could remember walked past me in tears and it was at that moment that I realized that I had to make a choice now. I had to choose between my lover and the mate a part of me yearned for. And I made a choice that night when I uttered, “Stay with me, Isa. Don’t leave.”

“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.

"So how do I know when love is real?" "You don't. You have to choose to believe it's real." "What if I choose wrong?" "Then you choose wrong. But at least you choose." Victoria sat down on the other side of me. "Jane, we know this is overwhelming." "It is overwhelming." "We know you need time." "I do need time." "We'll wait. As long as it takes." "What if it takes years?" "Then it takes years." "What if it takes forever?" "Then it takes forever."

Could not force everyone to choose existence. Some beings would always prefer nothing. Would always choose void. Would always remain emptiness. And that was their right. Their choice. Their decision. She could only offer the option. Only demonstrate the beauty. Only prove through living that something was worthwhile. The rest was up to them. Up to their choice. Up to their decision. She made peace with that. Made peace with limitations. Made peace with the reality that love could not force. Could not compel. Could not require. Love could only offer. Only invite. Only welcome.

Maria replied with a sad tone. “What do you mean hold?” Daria asked again but Maria seemed hesitant, “I’m sorry if am offending you” Daria drew back. “No it’s fine I actually had a terrible experience with love” Marisa paused asking for another refill, “I fell in love with the most beautiful man I had ever seen, but he wasn’t in love with me at the time we met, my friend seduced him” she paused again. “And they had a fall out leading to his disappearance, so hear I am, unable to find love again”she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.