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Vren signaled the bartender for another drink. There were a few women flashing smiles his way, the invitation clear and plain. He would jump to the opportunity to spend the night with one of them and leaves her bed early in the morning before she wakes up to offer breakfast – which he normally steer clear from. He enjoyed most of it. He likes to socialize and he happens to like women. However, things got a little different when he turned thirty. His choices narrowed and he went from a little picky to exceedingly... picky. And it sucked the fun out of everything. He could even say it was so damn close to lonely.

I asked Jimmy. Jimmy nodded and seemed to be in thoughts, “I’ll say, always choose yourself first baby girl. But are you sure this is really not what you wanted? There’s always a difference. We could want something altogether and something better might come and then we would have to choose one. Most times, the better one. Are you sure you aren’t just sticking to this plan you want to do just because you have had it for long and don’t just want to be a hypocrite? Think deeply about that.

“I read your file back at the orphanage. It had a summary of your past. I knew right then that I was going to adopt you.” “Why were you adopting anyway?” tears were fighting in Maia’s eyes but she pushed them away. Mr. Sween sat down next to Maia, placing a hand on her leg and looking directly at her. “Maia, my wife, she wanted kids so badly but she can’t carry them. So, after some discussion, we chose to adopt.” “But you never really answered why you chose me. If you read my file or whatever, big deal. You should have chosen anyone else there.” the tears were fighting stronger now but she continued to fight them as she crossed her arms and took a deep breath.

Enough. “I choose you,” I said. “Not because you can keep every bad thing away from me. Not because your name is powerful or your city is beautiful or because you once ran into fire for me. I choose you because you learned to stand beside me after the fire. I choose the man who stayed when I asked him to listen. I choose the man who looks at my courage and does not try to make it smaller so his fear can breathe.” My voice shook. I let it.

Broken. Then one spoke. "I choose. I choose existence. I choose something. I choose to become. Not because of arguments. Not because of demonstrations. Not because of logic. Because of Dawn. Because Dawn died proving existence is worthwhile. Because Dawn sacrificed showing love is real. Because Dawn ended demonstrating that something is infinitely better than nothing. I honor Dawn by choosing. I respect Dawn by becoming. I love Dawn by existing. I choose. I commit. I decide. I become." Another spoke. "I choose. For Dawn. For love. For existence. I choose."

must not believe that I would finish the selection. Even I don’t believe that I would but there are too many people involved and I don’t want to let them down. I made promises and I am a man of my words. I don’t know if I am happy but let’s just say I feel content because everybody is happy and excited for this selection. The one person I wish would show more enthusiasm is Jessica. She has not said anything against the selection but she doesn’t seem happy either. When I imagined my engagement, I imagined her to be the most enthusiastic and happy person but I guess I was wrong and that doesn’t sit well with me. What is the point of making other people happy if the most important person in y

She said, sniffing between words. "No, don't say that; you have everything to live for. You…" "I have nothing to leave for!" She interupted. "Do you know how it feels not to make your own choices, and have the freedom you deserve? Do you know how it feels to lose the only person who understands you the most? Do you know how it feels to be banned from being with the one person that your heart yields for? If you do, you won't be telling me this right now." She wailed.

He asked subtly. "Yes, I came to buy flowers. Today I wanted to find a flower that has both color and fragrance, but I have not been able to find that flower until now." “I think choosing should not come from observation, but from how we feel. That way, maybe you'll actually find what you want."

"Love can't be pushed, Abigail." "But that's how our love worked —" "It's not pushed, Abigail. Our love for each other has never been pushed. It's our choice. I choose to be with you because I want to. I choose to be with you because I can see my future with you, I can see you with me in bed. I can see you making my day better, I can see you giving me children, I can see you marrying in altar, I can see you being my one and only, and so on. I wouldn't choose someone if I can't see everything, Abigail. Even if I like or love that person, if I can't see anything, then I wouldn't stay. I choose you because it is you. I choose you because you are my comfort and rest for everything."

“You know everyone is going to expect us to date now.” She sighed, “I doubt anyone will be surprised when they find out we aren’t. You’ll be fine. You’ll probably be more popular for turning me down.” She wouldn’t look at him, instead she chose to stare out the front window. “Just tell them you saw where I live and it grossed you out too much. Or I’m too poor. Or not cool enough. The reason doesn’t really matter.” “What about you?” he sounded like he was worried about her.