Ketika Cinta Harus Memilih Novels & Stories

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."

Simon didn’t respond, he was not bothered and though he didn’t want to get married to Gabriela, he had to do what was best for them and the company. “Clause five” Carla mentioned while the review of the document continued. “Public display of affection such as holding hands and kissing as prompted” “Kissing?” Gabriela repeated as she stared at Carla intently. “Yes Gabriela, kissing…” Carla responded in a serious tone. “It is important we do all that is required to make the public believe our story” The Lawyer continued, looking Gabriela straight in the eye. “I don't think kissing is necessary, there are other ways to display affection and…”

“You have to choose.” “Kael, please—” “No.” I moved toward the door. “If you love him, be with him. But don’t expect me to watch.” “It’s not a game!” she cried. “I love you both. I need you both.” I stopped with my hand on the door handle. My words came sharper than I wanted. “Then you don’t love either of us enough.” She flinched. “Choose,” I said without turning. “Him or me. Not both.”

“Then that’s what you need to find.” “But why do I have to find out who I am outside Lucien? Can’t you help me to talk to him to love me?” I asked as I stared at her with my tears filled gaze. “I can help you talk to him to love you but I can’t make him love you, love is a matter of the heart and just words is not enough to prove love. Don’t make yourself a man’s choice cause he would always treat you like one or do you think that he would still treat you right when Isla comes back? Don’t be in a rush to find love, love would find you when you are ready for it.”

They looked at each other and smiled. They lay there for a while, just breathing in rhythm, the sound of the rain filling the spaces where words didn’t need to go. After a few moments, Davis whispered, “You know what I think?” Caro turned toward him, her eyes sleepy but curious. “What?” “I think love is less about perfect moments,” he said, “and more about choosing to stay when things get ugly.” She looked at him for a long time. Then she whispered, “Then I choose you.”

Then David speaks again, his voice softer. "I know you love my daughter." My head snaps up. "I can see it," he continues. "In the way you looked at her when you walked in. In everything you just confessed. And I know she loves you too." "She shouldn't." The words are automatic. "After everything…" "Maybe not." David cuts me off. "But love isn't about should or shouldn't. It's about choice. And if my daughter chooses to love you, even after everything, that's her choice to make. Not mine. Not yours."

Everyone talked freely, and the mood was lively. As I looked around at the smiling faces, I felt a sense of relief and freedom I'd never known before. For the first time since I was ten, I laughed without any defenses. Even in those years I was in love with Morgan, I'd never been this joyful. Back then, I was always anxious. I was convinced his love was too surreal to be true. Now, I'd finally found myself. I'd finally understood that love had to be self-sustaining. I couldn't keep begging for it from others.

And when everything was over, he stood at my grave and ended his own life with a bullet. That memory burned in my mind. I pushed the tray aside and rose to my feet. "Mom, I want to marry Robert Black." The teacup in her hand slipped, shattering on the floor. "Via, do you even hear yourself? That man is disfigured, violent, and cruel. You cannot ruin your life over a fit of spite!" I met her gaze, firm and unwavering. "I love him. I want no one else but him." Silence suffocated the room. My mother let out a long, weary sigh. "Very well. This is your choice. But you are my daughter, and I won't let anyone mistreat you."

He didn’t want to let go or maybe he was afraid that I would disappear if he let go of me but I didn’t say a word, I allowed him to have his moment. “I have seen you happy and I have seen you sad, Sel” Aiden continued, “and on each of those days, u make a decision to love you harder not because it’s easy but because that’s the only thing I can do. Love! Love is not a feeling, Selena. Love is choosing someone and making a decision to have their back for life, making a decision to choose them everyday because the moment you stop, everything crashes. Selena, love—“ his voice trailed off as I closed my eyes and allowed his words to sink in.

Even if it means flying away from me. That’s what real love is, isn’t it? Not taking. Not needing. But choosing. And letting them choose, too