Romans & histoires My Daughter Taught Me To Stop Chasing Love

“I just need to bide my time. Soon enough he’ll be with me again.” I could feel her smiling over the phone. “That’s right, darling. Now, why haven’t you found yourself a fine young man. There are plenty of bachelors who could take care of you.” “Mom, I’ve told you a thousand times already,” I sighed. “It’s hard for me to love another person. After experiencing ‘death’, I’ve never been so aware of the importance of loving myself. Daniel is the only one I want.” Despite my refusal, my mother didn’t argue with me. “Well, I understand what you’re saying,” she murmured. “It’s just a pity that you never met true love. My daughter was in the prime of her life, and it was ruined by that lowlife’s ha

“Love? Desperation? You call what she did love? She ruined my marriage with Ariel, stole my son and made me believe it was hers. That’s not love, that’s selfishness.” Monica’s father sighed. “Chase, you need to understand—” But Chase cut him off, his voice rising. “No, sir. I don’t need to understand. I need the truth. And I need it now.” “Not until I see my daughter.” “Fuck you!” And with that said, Chase walked out of the house. *** Chase sped down the highway, his mind racing with thoughts of Ariel. He pushed the pedal harder, the speedometer climbing higher and higher.

she let out with all honesty. Mrs. Alexandra fixed her gaze on her for a few seconds and nodded. "Who am I to stop you from doing the things you want to do? You can go ahead. Your happiness is also my happiness. If he makes you happy, then I want him for you," she consented. Lexi's eyes widened with excitement and disbelief. "Really, Mother!" She blurted out. Mrs. Alexandra's lips widened in a grin. "Oh my God! I can't believe my daughter is really in love," she joked.

"Dad, I'm so sad." "I know. Anyone will be sad if he loses the person he loves. If your mother left me someday, I would be sad, too. But love is not something we can control, so just let it be. Maybe someday you will be lucky. If it belongs to you, then you will have it; if it doesn't belong to you, then you can't force it. If you try to force it, it won't end well. Do you understand?" "Dad, thank you.I will get better and better, not for her, but for myself."

“I only need to tell the truth.” Returning to the desk, he began to shape the speech’s closing. “As you leave these halls, remember this: Love is not always thunder. Sometimes it is chalk dust clinging to your sleeves. Sometimes it is the teacher who stays late to help you understand. Sometimes it is the principal who fights battles you never see. Love is education, and education is love. Let it guide you, let it protect you, and let it remind you, always, that you were never alone.” The pen slipped from his fingers. His eyes blurred with tears.

me, you know." She nodded, and I took that as my cue to continue. "You guys looked so happy together, so in love. And it all just seemed so perfect – well, until that happened. You looked so sad and broken, and dad was pretty much a mess himself. And I remember just looking at you from the door; watching the way you cried as you packed your things, then hurriedly wiping your face when you saw me come in." She gave a bitter smile at the memory. "And I remember how it felt to see you like that. I couldn't help wondering that if love was so beautiful, why did it leave you and dad so broken? Was love just poison disguised as something sweet? How did it have so much power over people, over relat

“You need to relax, Alexander. This is pretend, remember? No one’s actually yours.” The words hit harder than they should have. I opened the car door for her, jaw tight. “Noted.” Back at the penthouse, I tried to drown the irritation in work. It didn’t help that Harper’s laugh carried through the walls like sunlight—she was on the phone with her sister, telling her about the gala. The warmth in her voice made something in me ache. I’d forgotten what real affection sounded like. My father had taught me early that love was leverage. My mother had believed him until it killed her. I’d sworn I would never make that mistake.

Kxox chuckles. “I’m sure you’ll be alright.” And now it’s my turn. I take a deep breath, trying to speak around the lump in my throat. My voice wavers, but I don’t look away from him. “Well,” I say, “before I met you, I spent my entire life chasing things I thought I wanted. Boundless affection. Love. The kind of love that would make someone choose me over the entire world. Every time I thought I was close to getting it, it slipped away. And I had to start chasing all over again.”

He looked down at my hand and paused before grabbing it, shaking my hand firmly. "We will get my daughter back. You will have your mate. You have done a better job at getting to know my child than I ever could. She loves you. I can see that you love her, too. I just pray that you can love her back the same way she does and more. Please, do not make the same mistakes that I have. If you love her, love her with all your heart! Use me and my life as a cautionary tale."

stop. Isabel considered this question with the particular gentle, grateful attention she had brought to every story she had ever told across her entire extraordinary life. She said: I used to wonder that too, sweetheart, when I was young and tired of feeling like everyone expected something extraordinary from me. I understand now, after everything I've lived and learned, that it doesn't stop because it was never actually a burden to begin with. It's simply what happens when a family decides, over and over, generation after generation, that love is worth choosing freely, every single day, no matter what difficult or wonderful thing comes looking for you next.