Permission To Love Novels & Stories

Maybe his gruff pronouncements, his almost pathological focus on legacy and power, had always been his way of protecting the fragile, beautiful things, the things that made people weep into lilies. And maybe, just maybe, this was his way of giving me permission… not just to love, but to be loved. To choose a different path than the one he’d forged for me, or perhaps, to weave love into the very fabric of that path. Even if he never said it aloud, the silent permission hung in the air, a silent blessing in the flickering firelight.

She puts her hand back on her stomach and looks down. “I still love him,” she admits, like it’s something she’s been fighting with herself about. “I know.” “That pisses me off, I want to switch it off right now and I can’t.” “No, you can’t.” I link my arm with hers and start walking again. “That’s the most annoying thing about love, It doesn’t ask for your permission.” She makes a sound... half laugh, half sob. We keep walking and the garden holds us gently. And I think about being twenty-four and choosing Vincent. All the years since, all the things this world has taken from me and all the things it’s given.

“It should be a privilege to be able to say "I love you" to someone. It shouldn't be something people say just because they feel like it. A privilege that is earned. They say you have to earn the right to be loved; no, love is unconditional, if you love someone, they don't have to earn it. But. The right to tell someone that you love them? That has to be earned. You have to earn the right to be believed. C. JoyBell C.~

do you really love my son? Her question was straightforward.. "Yes, a lot mom". I answered.. "Good, because you'll be getting married in three weeks ". She announced, Christian was just coming back from store room and he overheard.. "Married? I'm I really getting married to Nina?'. He held both hands of his mother.. Mom nodded her head, she smiled and said.. "Yes, I believe i shouldn't hold what's meant to be, it's obvious you both love each other and I will hate myself if I support your love" .

, Grandma Edith called out, turning back "I like you, sweetheart, and I apologize for tonight. Clay has a hard time sometimes, but one thing became clear tonight; he's in love with you, my child, and I think you know that. Please don't let that go" "Promise me" she asked, and although hesistant, Lorraine agreed "I won't, Grandma" The warmth that spread across the woman's face brought Lorraine a sense of joy, knowing that she had at least won the heart of someone in the family

Raul began to play, "I once told myself that you're worth more than you appear, But I don't know why my heart won't stop hurting." He began singing. "You can leave if that's what you really want." "So, if you ever get tired of seeing me alone, Maybe I'm wrong." "And you know I can do this For I've known you longer than anyone else. All that I need from you is to say "yes". I want you to take this chance." He continued to sing and everyone clapped. Some girls even stood up, cheering for the young man.

"I didn't want you to be reminded of the past; I don't want it to haunt you again. I can't let it hurt you again." "Oh sweetheart, the past will never hurt me again because I've already moved on," Eunha brushed her hair and caressed her cheek. "And Mommy would never be disappointed in you. I'm even proud of you that you were able to do that-to face your hurts, yet at the same time, still managed to let love move you. That's pretty though, hone-to let go of the person you love and tell him to be happy with someone else who isn't you. That's bravery and selflessness up there."

"You don't want me to touch you, right? Isn't that why you need a cohabitation agreement? Then I'll wait...until you give me your permission to touch you." My breath caressed her skin as I spoke, and I could feel her heart racing beneath my fingertips. I leaned in closer, my lips almost touching hers. 'But I promise you, Mia sola," I whispered, "the moment you give me that permission...I'll make sure you never regret it."