He is the man who isn't allowing me to marry the guy of my choice", she said while pointing a finger at her father. Her father, in disbelief, looked at the finger and wondered if it was the same finger which he held in her childhood to teach her how to walk.

Sometimes you get so close to someone that you forget they have the choice to not be in your life.

Youngsters who love by their own choice but marry by their parents choice do so only because they're shit scared of taking responsibility for their actions and their lives.

When a married man sleeps with someone else, it's bigamy, a crime. When a woman does the same, she is independent & it's her choice.

It is not love if you are chosen by someone after you became one of the choices for them.

You are not lost. Every choice has led you to exactly where you stand.

Love that is transparent, that tells the truth. It has nothing to apologize for. Sincerity allows each of you a choice. The choice to live with each other's honesty or not. Love itself asks for nothing, it is people who always do.