Novel & Cerita Pick Me Choose Me Love Me

The lady looked at me with that sad expression again. "Love sucks." I said. "all my life I imagined I was going to be one of those cliché, a wife, kids, a pet, a house with a pretty garden. Somewhere along the way that prospect got blurry and I saw another future, with someone else. But I fucked up, and now five years later I'm doing the same thing I did back then, I'm hurting her and I'm hurting me. Maybe love doesn't suck, maybe I suck at loving."

But after marrying Tyler, this was what I got? I lifted my gaze, straight to the hidden camera tucked away in the corner of the room. "Tyler, don't regret this."

"I want to love you -" "Then love me." He spoke stepping closer to me. His voice pleading.. "Trust me." I rested my face on his chest. I felt tears prick at my eyes. "You know I want to, Ro." I felt his hand brush back some of my hair. "You're the only person in this world who has ever truly been mine. I - I can't lose you." He whispered and I heard his voice crack. "Please choose me, Crystal. Come with me."

It made the vivid red roses in his arms seem almost mocking in their contrast. I let out a faint scoff, ready to walk around him and head straight home. But his eyes lit up the moment he saw me. Without hesitation, he walked toward me, dropped to one knee, and held the roses up with a look of desperate sincerity. "Becca, my love, I messed up. Please, forgive me. I love you." The people around us, coworkers and bystanders alike, began to whisper, clearly touched, clearly clueless. "Come on, Becca, all couples fight. Don't hold a grudge."

" I love him and I'm sorry, but if I have to choose between you and him, I will love you both. I will choose you both. But if you make me choose then I will choose him." I played with my fingers, knowing that I was pouring my heart out in front of my family too. But it needed to be done and I should have done it sooner. " I know I did wrong by not telling you. I know you're pissed off but we can't help who we love Mira." I throw my hands up. " We can't choose who we fall in love with, it just happens. But what we can choose is who we let go." I shook my head. " And I won't let go. I'd choose you both but if you force me to choose I will choose him because I won't let him go. And that's my c

" Manik i want to ask you, if we want to get something and we love someone at the same time what should we choose. " " Of course you should choose what you want. Just grab what you want and love, love is just a name which people used to have even a better fuck then a savage one. In this world don't love anyone. Just snatch whatever you needed. " For a moment niharika become emotional but his statements get her back into her old version which was darker then black colour.

"I believe that God created you for me to love. He picked you out from all the rest cause He knew I'd love you the best!" "I choose you. And I'll choose you over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I'll keep choosing you".

“Look only at me. Love only me. Promise me that whatever happens, whatever anyone else offers you, you’ll choose me.” The intensity in his voice makes my knees weak. There’s something almost pleading beneath the command, like he’s terrified I might slip away.

I said "Why can't you love me?! Is it hard for you to love me, princess? All my life all I wanted was to love and be loved back. Is that really that hard? I've done everything just to make you like me I even changed myself for you but it is always Clyde! I'm already hurting so much I want to be happy is that bad? And you're the only one who can give me the pleasure I've dreamed of all my life! I can't live without you and I can't bear to see you happy in another man's arms! You may call me selfish but I don't care it's not bad to be selfish at least once! You're the only one I can't afford to share. All my life I've only dreamed of you so I'll do everything to get you. You are the only one t

The vows are the ones we wrote together at the kitchen table on a Sunday morning with coffee and the Eiffel Tower in the window, simple and specific and entirely ours, and when it is my turn, I look at Vincent and say them without looking down at the paper because I know them by heart because I wrote them from the heart and there is no distance between those two things. "I choose you," I say. "Not from proximity and not from need and not because I don't know any other way. I choose you because I know exactly what I'm choosing and I want it completely. I choose the man who tells me ugly true things and waits when I need waiting and moves fast when moving matters. I choose the room we built to