A short story of Love

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Confession by a Girl

I had to decide between family and the man who had asked me to marry him. My family didn’t give their approval and threatened to disown me. It was serious and scary.

“Was he worth it?” My heart asked. He wasn’t perfect, not by a long-shot. There were plenty of issues. But I made my choice. And we’ve been married for two decades now. I know a lot of people who wouldn’t have done that. The family would have been their choice. And that’s fine. Not all can take the plunge, a risk of starting a new journey.

But I was required to make a choice, and I did. These are complicated choices, sometimes difficult or painful ones. 

How can it be Love if it’s easy? I thought.

That is what sometimes all love is about, a choice. Not doom. Not living happily ever after. It’s about deciding who you are, what you want, and what you will do to have it.


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