Novel & Cerita Ketika Cinta Harus Memilih

Their love. Their choice.

“Choosing this life? Choosing me, with all the complications that come with it?” The question caught me off guard, but the answer was already alive inside me. I gently turned her around in my arms, forcing her to look up so I could lock my eyes onto hers. The amber glow of the city lights reflected in her gaze, beautiful and searching. “Never,” I said, and the honesty in my voice surprised even me. It was absolute. “You broke every single pattern I thought was permanent, Catriona. You tore down the walls I spent a lifetime building. You taught me that love isn’t about control, or possession, or compliance—it’s choice. Voluntary, deliberate choice. And I choose you. Every single day, in every

It wasn’t a culminating decision. Haven still had fears, and Vanessa still carried her dissatisfactions. But they had come to a turning point, an understanding that love, at its centre, was about choosing each other, even when certainty was slippery. They stood there for a long time, holding on to each other as if the world outside didn’t exist. And in that minute, Haven knew he had made the proper choice. Because love wasn’t around promises, it was about trying, even after you were frightened. And for Vanessa, he was willing to undertake and go all in with her, because she deserves it all no doubt.

C H A P T E R 1 0 : D R A M A T I C A L L Y F R U S T R A T E D "....and yes, you should fight for love and risk your heart for people who may not be able to contain your love. But, if your heart shatters, I hope it is not 'love' that you accuse; I hope it is not 'love' that you give up on. Because there is nothing more beautiful than a heart that breaks and still chooses to fight for love."

"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

I could feel my tears soaking his shirt as I let all of my emotions surface. Alex leaned away from me, putting his hands on my shoulders, “Felicity, Parker is a good man. He loves you. Whether or not he likes the decision that you make, I know that he will respect it. You have to do what is right for you. What is right for your heart. You have to tune out everyone around you and focus on what is best for you. Though it's uncommon, we fall out of love sometimes.” I sniffled, trying to hold my tears at bay. Alex was right. I just don’t know if I have the strength to do what needs done.

“I’ve been waiting for this to happen, grandma, for him to come back with us. I chose him, and I love him so, so much.” Grandma scratched the top of her head as tears pooled in my eyes. “You can choose someone and still love someone else. Love is complicated. We don’t get to choose who we love sometimes. It just happens and I think you need to ask yourself if you chose Jeonghan because you love him or---“

"If I am to be your mistress, I have no choice in sides. But if I am to be your love, then I must choose sides based on what my heart tells me I should do." Cesar swallows thickly and looks at me in wonder. "And… what does your heart tell you that you should do?" I tear my eyes away from the fire and look back at him in the seat that he sits upon. "My heart tells me that I should choose my love." "And you love me?" "Of course I love you," I reply with a smile. I kiss his hand when he reaches out to touch me again.

"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."