I’m telling you the cutest, dramatic, and romantic love stories, short but exciting and real-life-based. By reading these stories, you can easily find yourself and your love, emotions, and memories. So let’s start to read!
1. Love At First Sight Story
Two teenagers badly fell in premature love the day they saw each other. They were classmates of the same co-educational school. They even shared the same desk & bench in the classroom and were in the VIIIth standard.
They always stayed together in the morning prayer queue, school compound, classroom, etc. They used to exchange books and notebooks, solve homework, and even share their tiffins.
After the classes were over, they used to go for a long walk and spend quality time together. Their love was so deep & real that it became their instant source of motivation. As a result, their performance in academic pursuits was quite salutary.
They both topped in their VIIIth Board exams & declared the best outgoing students of their school.
They got married only after completing their graduations together, thus ending their many years of platonic love. Their love’s intensity was such that even they decided to go for an issue less marital life together. According to them, a child between them could interfere with their undying love.
Both of them were in profitable professional careers in their lifetime. People used to say, ” No one has ever seen nor would see, such a fantastic couple with an oceanic love, the depth & vastness of which no ordinary human being can ever equalize or imagine.
In the office, meetings, on the way, the couple was almost always together and considered the only blessed couple on earth. They used to share pains, celebrate joys together, and experience every bit of life to its fullest. People who saw them loved them.
Greed, selfishness, hatred & anger were not even remotely related to their life. Helping attitude to the needy & old, advising those who were confused & indecisive, by the virtues of wisdom & vast knowledge they accumulated throughout their life, earned them the true love & admiration of their associated people.
In their 80s, at a stage when their love-loaded vehicle was almost approaching fast its last station of the journey of life, the old couple was seen nearly every time slowly walking up & down the narrow lane together nearby their house, holding each other’s hands.
Every sunrise & sunset, they would spend time together sitting in the house yard with the wife standing behind her husband and keeping her hand on his weak shoulder. By now, they could hardly recognize anyone by face at a distance of around 5-10 meters. Nevertheless, they would love cracking jokes at each other —
Wife: Dear, my eyes can still see better
than your completely blurry eyes.”
Husband: But, my remaining teeth can still
chew faster than your almost blank jaws,
Wife: Still, I’m young enough to go into the kitchen to make you tea, darling.
Husband: I’m also still strong enough to give you my shoulders to lean on.
The super old couple didn’t stay without each other, even for a few minutes. The older they became, the more love & intimacy did develop between them. Their Never-Die-Love became an eye-opener for many young & old lovers.
Even the old couple’s pair of dogs & cats seemed to have learned the art of true love from them. Because those pets were restless if they didn’t see them and always enjoyed their presence at home.
But one sad morning, the old wife fell & died in the kitchen while trying to bring a cup of tea for her husband. As the husband couldn’t bear her absence even for a couple of minutes, he slowly walked on his trembling legs to the kitchen, oblivious of the happening.
But, quite surprisingly, even after seeing his dead wife, he was emotionless with no sign of sadness or agony. He kissed her dead wife on her cheeks with his trembling lips and quietly walked back to the yard and sat on the chair.
Perhaps, still, he was expecting his wife to bring him the morning tea as usual. While on the chair, he repeatedly puts his hand on his shoulders as if he was searching for his wife’s hand. Tears of unexpressed grief, the grief of the separation of two great lovers, slowly rolled down the cheeks of the gentle older man. He secretly kept sobbing, hiding tears from his pet dogs & cats for hours together until the neighbors and well-wishers started pouring in.
By the evening, after the dead body was buried, all the mourners returned to sympathize & console him only to find him dead lying in a pool of blood. He shot himself to death with a suicide note kept beside him:
We were ever happy in this life as we shared all the pains & pleasure of life. Now I can’t live without her, nor can she live without me. She will need my hands to wipe her tears & comfort her when she is sad & broken and, I will require her to make me tea every sunrise & sunset. So, I’m also ending my own life to follow her before it’s too late. Please take care of our dogs & cats.
Out of teeming millions of stars, your eyes are attracted only to the Moon. Likewise, you choose only your man or woman out of multitudes of people around you.
People say, Love at first sight seldom lasts, but sometimes it is not always correct. Instead, love, at first sight, can end as love at last sight too. It all depends. It’s been rightly said that love is blind. Before true lovers, even the magnificent grandeur of the Taj Mahal falls insignificant & pale. Even the Diamond value is reduced to the value of the scrapes before those madly in love.
Therefore, love is termed successful only if it lasts till eternity. Otherwise, every love is a failure.
2. Neglect Love Life Story
I met a girl at the gym. At first, I adored her because she seemed so unreachable to me. She’s just gorgeous. She was a new member, and I supposed she noticed that I was looking at her.
But then we went on separate classes, me to the yoga, and she to the rpm. The funny thing was that when I finished my class, there she was in front of me, she looked at me, and that was the first time I fell in love with her. I talked to a man, so I didn’t get the chance to greet her as she left the place. Then, I waited a month to see her again.
Why? Because it was Saturday morning, and I only got one day off every month, he always worked out in the morning, while I couldn’t follow her schedule because I was working. So then we met again, after a month. This time I collected all my guts, joined the rpm class, sat next to her, and greeted her, just a simple hi. I couldn’t talk much because the class was almost started.
Because of one thing to another, I waited for another meeting. It just took weeks to see her. It’s very dispiriting for me. Patience was the only choice I got. The relationship grew quite well. Every time I looked at her since I hadn’t known her until we were friends, I noticed that she gave me such a look too. She stared at my eyes; it felt just different.
But then something came along. I made terrible mistakes bcause of my ignorance. The first was that I added her Fb without asking her permission. She disapproved of that request. I was thinking positively at the moment, “maybe she forgot me, or rarely online.”
Until I saw her recent updates that she approved another person, the worst was that I messaged her by saying, “hi, how are you? This is me..from the gym. Do you remember? Just looking at fb and found your acc there, and I would like to add you if you don’t know min FB” The next day, I met her again at the gym.
That’s when she changed. She barely looks at me, so cold. I tried to talk to her, she still replied, but geez, she’s just cold. So this might have made the situation worst, but I tried to clarify that Fb friend request. She said it was okay, but now she lied. I supposed that she thought of me as such a stalker who followed her everywhere while I wasn’t.
I just wrote five letters on that search box and luckily found her. Besides, I thought we were friends already, so adding her wouldn’t be a problem. But too bad it has been. Now every time I meet her, she avoids me. She acts like she doesn’t see me while I pass right in front of her nose.
And sometimes, she greets me hi without a smile, which I think that’s just formality. The problem is, she has been stuck there with a mindset of “bad me, or maybe even worst, physio me.”
I still greeted her hi when we met, but no more than that, sometimes, she replied, sometimes she just waved her hand, sometimes she acted like she didn’t hear, or maybe she didn’t. The primary point is that she never looked at me anymore through the eyes. She avoided me. What I want to ask is, is this over?
Isn’t there anything to be done to change this? Can time restore things? Or change her mind? I mean, people will say, “Get over it, man! Move on, find another, but I like her. She’s like a picture of my dream girl, so perfect in my eyes. I’m heartfelt about her.
If this could be fixed, I’ll fix it, even if it’ll cost me some pains in the heart, it doesn’t matter, I love her.
3. Romantic Sad Love Story
I thought you were the one. We were together for three years. We talked about marriage and even having kids together. We talked about what we would do if we ever lost each other, and we both gave a part of our pasts to one another.
I hate how our relationship ended, and it makes me so angry that you think I didn’t put in an effort or even care. I hate that after three years, you feel like I wanted nothing to do with you. It makes me mad to know that one argument, after being through so much, that that one small argument was the death of our relationship.
Honestly, I don’t miss our relationship anymore, seeing that it has already been about four months since we broke up, but it does bother me that you seem to think that I didn’t care. And you know what killed me? When I saw that you could ultimately be happy and be fine two days after our relationship ended.
How dare you say I didn’t care and then go and act like that three years meant nothing two days later? I hate that you were able to be so happy without me. I wanted to be the reason for your happiness, and you didn’t let me be anymore. I wanted to be everything you wanted me to be, but you didn’t give me a chance.
I can’t get over how we spent so much time on each other, helping each other, talking to each other, laying down together, holding each other, and generally binding together, and that it’s all over. It still hurts me, but I know I will be okay.
I’m just hurt. I’m hurt that you were able to move on that quickly, and I’m hurt that you excluded me from your life so quickly. It hurts to know how emotionally invested I was, yet you took it like a joke -like it didn’t matter.
I hate to see that you’re so happy without me. I hate to know that I’m no longer the reason for your happiness. And what I hate the most is how many people I sacrificed with and how many people I didn’t allow in my life because you didn’t like them or were jealous. And now I can’t get them back. And it wasn’t even worth it.
4. You Are My True Love
The ray of light punishes me by waking me up too early. Oh, I try to turn, but I end up butting heads with someone else.
“ Auch,” the feminine voice yelp in pain. I know my head is made of stone. I can’t deny it, but who is this lady?
I live alone, and I don’t have any girlfriend, yet I don’t remember bringing anyone home yesterday, but how did this lady know my password? I can’t understand all of this.
‘What did you do to me? ’ the lady screamed, barely noticing me, and I almost laughed.
“Like? ” I said, trying to be funny, but she threw a pillow at me.
“What are you doing here? In my room? ” she shouted. Omo see me see jamb question o no be my house I dey?
“This is my room!! ” I yelled, but she looked around.
“This is my room!! ” she yelled Abe wa gba mi ni again? Which kain problem be this one now? I took my toothbrush and toothpaste, and I started brushing my teeth whatever I wanted to sele here. I want to know.
But how couldn’t I notice I slept with a full shape coca-cola babe like this? I for nack am I watch her para about acting as if I got her drunk and raped her.
‘Whats the unit number of this apartment? ’ she asked. Oh, oh, I think she finally has sense.
“ 24,” I answered, and she hit her head twice with her palm.
“Turn your head,” she said, and I rotated my head in a circular motion.
“No, oh gawd, I mean turn around,” she said, clutching the blanket as if her life depended on it.
I think she is dressing up because I can hear the sound of her zipper.
The babe is so beautiful o I didn’t notice. She is dark with a full gift of natural hair styled into Bantu knots. I take another look at her. Wow, and I like what I see.
“I’m sorry, you are the new neighbor, right? ” she said, bowing her head low. I think she is ashamed.
“I moved in a week ago,” I replied.
“I used to live here until last week, but I was too drunk yesterday. I just come straight to my old house, and I punch in the password, and since you never change it, I just enter and sleep like that you know? Do you get the situation? ” She said with a shaky voice, and I think I like this girl, o she is just too delicate.
“Yes, but why did you drink so much? ” I asked, striking a conversation.
“ is it not the naughty I called my boyfriend? He broke up with me. I love him so much,” she said, almost crying, but she opened my fridge, and she took a bottle of red wine, and she gulps down half of it yeh! I almost die. This girl gets in mind!
But why will a guy break up with such a beautiful girl? He must be an idiot and a professional idiot.
“ I’m Celine and you? ” she said, ha see me, I did not even ask her name.
“ I’m Maurice,” I said, but I didn’t use to believe in love at first sight, but this babe gets me killed.
‘ I’m leaving my house is unit 26 ’ she bade her goodbye. I don’t know how my body is doing me.
After the incident, we did not even cross paths again. I went to her house, but her friends told me she had traveled. How can she travel after having so much effect on me?
A month passed, six months, then a year, I never found my Celine. I try to forget about her, but no, I always think about her every night. I thought I had lost her until my secretary told me a girl was looking for me. I didn’t put much thought; I hardly go around with girl smash and leave, but I don’t know what to say, Celine.
Did I tell my secretary to let her then I receive the shock of my life Celine? I almost faint this is oh no, I couldn’t believe it.
I swing her into a hug, and she hit me playfully before I let her go.
She smiled, flashing her set of white teeth, that smile sweetly I die. I just dey look at the babe sitting in front of me, Celine? Oga o.
“ Maurice I can’t believe you actually went to my house. I was just too ashamed to face you. You know I couldn’t believe I slept in someone else’s house and he even happen to be a man? I couldn’t believe myself,” she said, and I understand her correctly. That’s why she traveled.
“I understand Celine so how is now your ex? ” I asked, and she laughed.
“He impregnated three ladies and he ask two to abort it but did you know the funniest thing? ” this girl likes laughing o she is just making me shout hurray inside my heart without celebrating anything.
‘What? ’ I asked
“ the third one gave birth to triplets ” she laughs even more loudly, and I also laughed funny cause. This girl is serving a living God o seriously.
“But thank God I have someone else in my heart ” she said, and my heart sinks immediately.
“And who is that person? ” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment.
‘Do I need to tell the person? ’ she hissed, and I got confused. She is talking about me!! Oh, God bless the day Celine’s ex broke up with her. God bless the day she got drunk and slept at my place. If not, I wouldn’t have met a wonderful lady named Celine. The bone of my bone flesh of my flesh.
We are getting married next week, and I’m inviting all of your Venue, anywhere you see canopy, Lol!
5. A Beautiful Dream Story
This morning I opened my eyes to see the sun shining and rising in the sky, everything was sweet for few minutes, but everything changed, the sunlight was gone, and the dark comes then my heart stop beating, I feel fear, I started yelling,” hello!
Anybody can save me from this hell, anybody can hear me? Please, what’s happening here? Why is no one replying to me? ” But the answer was nothing, the trears become falling from my eyes and no one with me. For a while i feel a water at my hand it was raining that moment i feel that the sky with me and try to make me in safe. It was seem crying with me, and while im talking my self i heard a voice saying “don’t be afraid I’m here with you.
Just give me your hand, and everything will be okay “, for a moment i see a white light coming from far away and nearning me, i said “who are you? And how you found me? What do you wanna from me?” He was smiling and said “I’m inside you!
I’m your white heart why you keep me always in this darkness, and this is just a little exam to feel my cause, so please look inside you! Look at me! Please clean your brain from all negative things and problems only. Just try to be happy, not for the others but you!”
I said,” but how can that happen? You are my heart, but here you are human. How can that happen? ” He said, “give me your hand, and you will see! Trust me!” I gave my hand to find my self in my room, and my heart was beating again. I start crying and crying, but I heard that voice also saying,”.
It was just a dream, keep calm and live this life happy, and it was just a dream! ” from that time, I decide to leave this world and follow my heart, not people’s opinions. It’s just a bad dream!
6. Long Distance Relationship Short Story
I am 34 years old, married, and have a beautiful girl.
My story began when I had decided to go abroad because I wanted to make some money and because I was curious about why everyone wants to travel around the world. So, I left for Italy with my sister, and we were relying on a friend of ours to help us find a job there.
We arranged to meet the friend mentioned above named T. At first, I didn’t pay too much attention when I saw him. However, his height made him impossible not to notice. So, after a few times meeting him, I realized how kind, smiling, and easy-going he was.
He had some problems with his wife, who he had left in Canada, and begged to come to Italy. Gradually, we reached a point where I began to like this man and wanted him 100%.
I wasn’t expecting anything besides sex. I was confused with some people in a foreign country with a foreign language that I didn’t understand and with him; kind, caring, and in love with me.
However, he quickly started dreaming about how we would create our own life, how I would get a divorce, and how much he loved me. I wasn’t feeling the same way. I wanted to go back to Canada and back to what I had left there; he was also acting weird after living without a woman for so long.
And so, I couldn’t handle this anymore, I kept thinking about my child, and I left for Canada. Then my pain started. I immediately felt a lack of attention, affection, and spark in my sex life. We began maintaining an ongoing phone relationship by writing secret text messages in the middle of the night. “My love, amore, sweetheart.”
The distance was making us want each other even more. This was when I made all the mistakes, and I told him many lies. I told him how I hated my husband and wanted a divorce. It wasn’t easy to live like this at all.
I was lying to both of us. I changed, became frustrated, and my husband reacting to this didn’t take long. There were constant scandals that made my child suffer when she heard them. Everything was a complete mess.
T. was pushing me to leave and go to him, and I couldn’t leave my child and husband. There was also something else that was more important than everything.
I was not in love with T., even though I used to say it back to him all the time when he told me that he loved me. I didn’t want a future with a man I didn’t have strong feelings for. THIS KEPT GOING ON FOR 3 YEARS.
We spent very little time physically together during this period because this was only possible when he returned to Canada, and I could come up with an excuse. I did know that I had to put a stop to this living hell that I had created myself.
Every night, I was full of regrets. I kept thinking about how I deserved neither one of them. I couldn’t find the words to express my desire to break it off with T. So, and I left it to him to figure it out.
I didn’t get a divorce. I continue living with this massive burden on my shoulders, which remained unshared. I attempted to meet with T and tell him how I felt, but it was another mistake because he saw it as a willingness to continue our relationship and have a life together one day.
I gave up, and I stopped contacting him, and so did he. I hope that he has found his true love. Regardless, I still feel awful about it.
I messed up T’s life with my lies, and ruined my family’s balance and trust. Nothing is the same anymore.
So there it is, I shared my lie with you, and I hope that someone might understand how I feel, even though I am not a very good writer. I don’t know if I’ll get a reply from any of you, but at least my story can serve as an example.
7. Cute Short Love Story
I Love Twilight, But I Also Hate It
My relationship with The Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer is complicated. It’s a love and hate that is full of shades of gray. It started with a curious 16-year-old girl who felt like books would never really be her thing. A girl who never could quite see the appeal in the sorts of books she was supposed to read. Books about ghosts and murder were the go-to, but none of those had awards, none of those were reads of substance.
Then there was Twilight. It still wasn’t quite “a book of substance,” but almost every girl my age was reading it, gushing about it. It had vampires. I still remember the first time I opened the first book lying on my bed, excited and nervous that I was about to face disappointment.
No disappointment was found. I was entirely and blindly fascinated with these characters and this world. I quickly read the rest of the series, a reading frenzy that ended with a very late night of rage sobbing through the end of Breaking Dawn. The last book perplexed me, but I loved it still.
The descent of my love happened slowly. Through comments about Mary Sues and questions about literally every weird thing in Breaking Dawn. Through the mocking that would ensue in the wake of the first film. My eyes were opened, Twilight and its sequels were not good books, but I couldn’t entirely shake the fact that I loved them.
I read the series twice more throughout high school, each with a greater awareness of its flaws, but with just as much speed and vigor. Twilight was not good, but each time I was hooked. I was stuck in a place of yet again loving something that I should not love, and it was an uncomfortable place to be.
Shortly after college, I sold all of my Twilight books for a fraction of what was paid for them. I felt that I’d read them three times each, and there was no way I’d likely ever reread them. Deep down, though, I knew I was embarrassed by them sitting on my shelves. I felt guilty for that embarrassment too. It felt like I was betraying an older part of myself, a more blissfully innocent part of myself. But I couldn’t have the books anymore, so I sold them.
Years later, I remember being asked the longest book I ever read. It didn’t take me long to realize there was only one answer. I said, “Breaking Dawn.” They responded with, “That isn’t real reading.” I immediately wanted to get defensive, but I bit my tongue. Twilight may not have been great literature, but it was reading.
In a way, I feel like that conversation sums up many of the reasons I walked away from Twilight. Turned my eager and innocent love into “ha ha yeah, Twilight’s stupid.” Much like my childhood’s horror books, my peers, and the more incredible culture convinced me that loving Twilight made me a lesser reader.
I was gullible and unintellectual for consuming such drivel. Gosh, couldn’t I see what a horrible Mary Sue Bella was? Could I not see every little continuity error in the entire four-book series? Didn’t I know it was lame to like Twilight?
It didn’t matter that after reading Twilight, I went to my public library and got my library card. That I spent most of the following summer riding my bike to the library to grab a new stack of books to read that week. I would read the days and nights away.
I was the girl who thought I would never love to read because I always liked the wrong kinds of books, and I was suddenly spending endless hours falling into different worlds and the lives of other characters. That didn’t matter, though, because Twilight was terrible.
But the truth is, it did matter. Twilight is not a great series. It’s poorly written. It romanticizes manipulative and controlling relationships. It’s 100 percent batshit crazy. It’s pretty terrible literature, and many think pieces tearing it apart are justified. But for the 16-year-old girl who thought she would never love books, it was an invaluable gateway into an exciting world of stories and imagination.
I will always love and hate Twilight in all its shades of gray.
8. The Act Real Life Story
You woke up today with a frown. You threw your sheets aside, got out of bed, and rammed the toothbrush into your mouth only to wince at the pain. Why do you begin your day like this? Are you annoyed thinking of the long day ahead? Maybe. Are you at a job you hate? Definitely. Are you just groaning to wake up to see another day? If you are, you shouldn’t be.
You are blessed to see another day, child. As you opened your eyes this morning, someone else closed theirs forever. While you ripped the sheets off yourself, someone’s coffin was sealed shut. When you cringed thinking of the day ahead, someone somewhere just found out that they have only a month left to do everything they wanted to do in twenty years or so. You are blessed to see another day.
It doesn’t take much to be an optimist. You’ve just got to look at certain things differently than how you used to. You might be hurt, stressed, devastated, recovering from a breakup, or just empty and lost. But you’ve woken up to a new dawn. Would you want to cry about it longer than you already have?
Wake up with a smile. Make someone smile. Talk to a lot of people and listen to a few. I say “a few” because I’ve heard many of them, and it is not easy. It’s harder than it sounds. Listen to a few, and you might feel that you’re in a much better place than them.
Shutting yourself doesn’t help. Always know that there is someone out there who will listen. If you have friends who come to you when you’re all smiles and don’t bother when you shed a tear, keep them at a distance. You don’t need that. You will have one person who listens to you and understands your pain. Of that, I am sure.
You are blessed to see another day, child. Let that blessing mean nothing.
9. Cute College Love Story
What do you even know about love? She screamed at me. You don’t know anything about it. How did you even think that you were in love with me?
It’s true. I do not know about love. Well, not much anyway. What I do know, however, is that love is pain personified. That it is not easy. It is not easy to take a look at someone’s darkness and accept it as your own. And to look at your light and give them credit for the same. It is not easy to put their every need above yours even when they do not realize it.
To keep awake in the night talking to them when all you want at that moment is to be one with your couch. And to stay without sleep when you can’t speak to them. Till 3. 3:30. 4. Wondering what they are up to. Did they even know that at this very moment, someone loves them so much that he could give away his life for them? Who knows how many hours are wasted by lovers in this world.
But then why do we love the people we love, I wonder? Especially the ones who don’t love us back. Considering humans consider themselves the most intelligent of animals, we are very irrational, I would say.
We fall in love at the worst time, with the worst person possible for us, and no matter how much we regret it or know that it is not in our best interests, we continue. Holding on to that last shard of hope when even Elpis herself has abandoned us.
But then maybe this is what makes us human. That sometimes, the universe gives a damn and looks around at all the people struggling against impossible odds and takes pity on a few of them. The success stories. The fairy tales. Come alive by people who love each other so much that they conquered the odds. So maybe my love was the one that was lacking and not the universe. Or the fates.
When I was a kid, I thought that first love would be my last. But I was wrong. Then I thought that my next one would be the last. I was wrong again. I just want someone who accepts me for who I am and a whole long list of requirements. I will not fall in love easily this time and break my heart again. But am I wrong also?
Yeah, probably. I guess I do know nothing about love. But then, who does?
10. Valentine Love Story
I don’t know, but some parts of that month break my heart. Yes! Valentine’s Day was coming, but we broke up, he broke up with me. Do you know the reasons? I will tell you. That’s because of my Attitude because maybe every day I act abnormal, my weird personalities, even my wrong sides.
I don’t know, but I’m tired also. I’m just also a human, but I understand him. Some friends of mine that I’m scared of commitment are not afraid of commitment. I’m scared of giving my all to someone and ending up with nothing again.
Yes, it hurts. I know he’ll do everything, and I see his efforts, and now he asks me to come back, and I said no. No, because you left me, right? You already break my heart twice, and that’s enough! I celebrated my Valentine with my family. But two exes of mine chatted and greeted me.
One that was let me name him; he was a cliff. Yes, he was my ex, but he’s the one that I think perfect, so my heart beat so fast, Oh! Self, your broken, right? But I saw him on Facebook; he makes me smile.
Even if he was my ex, he was still my dream man. For me, he’s perfect, let me describe him. He’s tall, a cute smile that will make you fall, nice hair, long nose, attractive, and I like the way he wears let we say “porma.” Opps that enough. Haha, lets back to the main topic, haha. Yes! We chatted, and that time was February 14, Valentine’s Day!
He speaks to come over to their village to walk and talk. I feel so excited and nervous because we haven’t seen each other for a long time. Yes, I agree, and now I’m here waiting for him, yes I see him walking and coming to me, and I start walking too. My heartbeat so fast because while he’s walking, he’s smiling, oh man! Why so handsome?. Even they wear shorts and white shirts, he still hot.
Oh! Stop self, don’t show that you’re crazy again. Now we’re starting walking and sit on the bench, yeah, I felt hot because of no wind, but I don’t know he off his shirts, oh my god! He has abs oppress. I asked why he off his shirt, and he said to got some air, and he turns around his shirt. Yes, I got some air about what he was doing.
Thank you. And now it’s awkward, and we have no more topics, and I’m distracted with his body. So I have a TikTok, so I decided to video with him. At first, he’s shy, but he goes with the flow in the end.
We spent time short because he has something to do in their house. We bye to each other. “See you tomorrow love,” wait? Does he say that?. Love? Me? Omg! What’s wrong with me?!
Stop. And now I just got home, oh yes I forgot to tell you that I invited him to our school because we have an event, so that’s why he said those words, but I mean, I’m don’t know what happens. My broken heart turns to feel in love again. He completes it. But what can you say that I came from heartbreak with my ex and now this ex complete it.
But I tell you, my Valentine’s was perfect. Maybe I think of it. FF. It’s February 15, and this is the day. Now I’m here in school waiting to start the event and waiting for him. He said he has one friend who would like to come, so I said yes, but he pays the entrance, haha.
So he chatted that they here in school, so I go out to find them, but I can’t see them. I said to them that I’m here at the entrance gate, and Yes! Finally, I see them. I was struct my eyes only for him. He was so handsome. I enjoyed watching the event, but sometimes I got irritated because some girl passing, they will look at him and said he’s gorgeous. Yes! He is!
So please leave! I think he notices my face, so he comes closer to me. Hehe, I’m ok now. He treated me that I’m her girlfriend, I appreciated. But wait. There was never an us we have no label, but I’m stupid so enjoy that night with him. The event finishes at 10 pm, so his friend said we go to the plaza to walk. So we sit at the bench and talk, again some girl, ah! Nvm! “lets eat,” he said.
So now we were eating, and now we were done. And one of his friends saw her friend a girl, yes shes beautiful. After that, we decided to go to the girl’s boarding house to have some rest.
So we go to boarding. We sit there, and he’s distracting me by getting my hand and looking at my face, lying in my laps, taking pictures, hugging me, he gets my hand and put it to his face, oh my god, he’s charming. This day was so.
I decided now to go home because it’s already 12. So I out first in the house and wear my doll shoes. “wait for me” so I saw him getting shoes, so I play with him that I already go, so I walk fast hide. It takes a minute because you know he’s wearing shoes. Haha.
So I’m waiting, and suddenly I saw him running more quickly to go with me haha so I go out and laugh with him, but I don’t know but hug him because of the stupid I did.
“I thought you leave me,” he said. Oops? What? My heart. I still hugging him because he’s sad after what I’ve done, haha. I think I’m fallen again with him. And now we’re walking while he holds my hands like we are couples. And if some girl looks at him, I will walk faster and haha no choice. He follows and holds my hand. “Thank you for this night love,” he said. And he was taking me home.
11. I Love You Story
She stood kicking around a small rock, waiting for the bus to arrive. In the far distance, the sound of a roar mixed with the sound of thunder, and shortly after, a black and red motorcycle made its appearance. Stopping just a few feet away, he’d soon put the engine to sleep. S
he watched as he took off his helmet, revealing the obnoxiously refined looks he possessed. The silk black hair swayed beautifully as he shook it away from his face. “Want a ride,” he asked with a serious face. She held tightly on the bag handle she wore across her body and looked around for the person he spoke to.
“You, I’m asking you,” he clarified with a smirk. Her eyes widen, but the words she thought of saying got tangled in her tongue. Innocently, she quickly shook her head no. He let out a chuckle and leaned against his bike. “I just saw the bus back there.
It appears to have a flat tire,” he informed. Still, she ignored his request and looked ahead for the big thing. “A storm is coming, we should go,” he suggested giving her a slight head gesture to hop on. He handed her his helmet, but she just stood in awe. She asked herself why he suddenly cared if she got wet or not.
A cold drop of rain crushed on her cheek, advising of the little time remaining to take shelter. She didn’t notice before, but the sky had already turned a hideous black color. Hesitantly, she reached for the helmet and adjusted it on her small skull.
With the help of his hand, she’d gotten on without any issue. Her fingers curled around the ends of his jacket as she waited patiently for the takeoff. With a small chuckle, he revived the beast he’d previously put to sleep. “Hey, neighbor, you might want to hold on tight,” he suggested mimicking.
With that, he took off, making her clutch tightly around his waist. The rain sparkled around them but couldn’t be felt on their skin. Although she’d seen him around, she didn’t imagine ever talking to him.
His looks were out of this world and certainly out of her league. But today, she was hugging him on his motorcycle. Holding his body while sniffing the manly cologne he wore that evening. This was indeed the start of a beautiful new beginning?
12. A Pure Love Story
“What would you do if I’d broke up with you?” he asked unexpectedly. His question came like cold water to her body. She looked at him suspiciously and sipped on her drink, preventing herself from coughing out the food. From the day she found out about his sickness, she’d begged God to let him live a normal life. But breaking up? She didn’t think about it.
She glanced at him and held her breath. “Why would you break up with me?” she mumbled worriedly. His stare remained on his plate, unwilling to respond, he took another bite of his pizza. “Did I do something wrong?”
Still, he remained quiet.
She looked at him and smiled hypocritically. “You’re joking right?” she asked again diligently. Without answering her, he chewed up the bites of pizza in his mouth. “What if I told you that I can’t remember loving you?” he asked again, cutting up her soul with his words.
She pursed her lips tight and blinked away the sudden sting in her eyes. Her mind seeks many answers to questions he left in the air. A deep lamented sigh escaped her mouth as she found the courage to look back at him. “What are you saying?” she throttled through the asphyxiation of her lungs. He furrowed his eyebrows and finally looked at her. The pain in her eyes startled him. It took all his strength to stop himself from hugging her. He took the cup in his hand and smirked.
“I’m saying that maybe, I never really loved you,” he replied, gulping down his drink. She gave him a sorrowful look and then bit her lips. As if by doing so, the tears that threaten to fall would subside. “Why are you doing this?” she choked out. He disguised his pain by biting on the slice of pizza again. He blinked away the soreness in his eyes and swallowed his food forcefully.
“What would you do?” he asked again, feeling angry with himself. She looked at him with eyes as big as the glowing moon. Whatever the reason was for his sudden change of heart, she couldn’t understand. Just thinking about losing him caused the stable ground of hers to tremble. “I’d die,” she replied honestly.
He could feel his heart pound against his chest. All he wanted was to protect her, and the only way to do it was hard on her. He furrowed his eyebrows and then chuckled in amazement. Though he knew how to be harsh, it became difficult every time.
She stood up and silently walked away from the place they were sitting at. Her heartfelt heavy, and her sight became foggy from the upcoming tears. ‘Stop her. Hug her. Tell her you love her. ’ He’d thought about doing that, but his body wouldn’t budge, and his words got tangled up in his throat. The willingness to let her leave had completely failed. He found his feet following her quietly as she created an unreadable path ahead. He stuck his hand in his pocket and felt his body freeze.
The box that carried the ring he bought her not long ago touched his fingertips. Releasing the anchor that stopped his heart once again. The truth seems to be misty and intoxicating, but he plans to swallow it for her own sake. Though he tried not to question the god who created him, he felt anger. He wanted to know why now. He wanted to scream, wail, and beg to let him live a little longer. Certainly, he was paying for all his mistakes, but it still felt unfair.
He watched as she stopped engraving her feet in the snow-covered ground and turned to face him. The warm tears that rolled down her cheeks seem to dry up easily with the cold air.
A long and empty sound echoed through the calm whooshing wind as they faced each other painfully. She didn’t know what or why he was doing it for, but the look on his face reflected the pain she felt.
“I don’t want to break up,” she screamed, choking through the loop in her throat. Her words forced him to stop breathing. He locked his sight into the greenest forest he knew, her eyes, and begin to melt in pain.
He raised his eyebrow, exhaling heavily troubled enough to speak. “Madison,” he said, finally finding a way to free his voice. She rubbed her watery eyes with her jacket’s sleeve and sighed desperately. “So even if you decide to leave me, I’ll be here. Always.” She proclaimed, letting out a lamented sigh.
Without warning, she paced towards him hurriedly. Embracing his resilient body into a very tight hug. His eyes widen while his heart skipped multiple beats. He could feel the tingling sensation of the tears trying to escape his tired, droopy eyes. ‘Foolish girl,’ he thought to himself, also embracing her tightly against his sturdy but a deficient body.
13. Heart Touching Love Story
I gently held her by the hand, stopping her from leaving, “give me 5 minutes, ” I begged. She began to fidget, but I tighten my grip. We’d met one warm summer night a few years back at a friend gathering, and since then, I couldn’t get her off my mind. She was beautiful, a bit too gorgeous for her good. I barely knew her boyfriend, but that didn’t stop me from courting her. I tried not to be too obsessive; however, it became merely impossible.
I slid my hand up her nape and stared at her, “look at me,” I said, slightly annoyed that she kept pushing me away. “Do you not feel the same way I do?” I asked, knowing well she would deny it. As expected, she blurted out a resounding NO.
An involuntary smirk spread across my face as I managed to turn her sight towards me. I felt it and was sure she did too. The way she vibrated whenever I was near, the way she avoided looking me in the eyes, and the way she began to breathe rapidly said it all.
I inclined my body closer to hers, “Why are you lying?” I whispered. She tried pushing away but failed miserably. “Please let me go. Someone might misunderstand,” she begged hopelessly. Piercing my eyes on her, I delicately rubbed the back of my hand on her cheek. “I would love for that to happen?” I confessed shamelessly. She let out a heavy sigh and swung my handoff.
“Don’t be scare. I’ll take care of you,” I insisted impatiently. I could tell by her silence that she wanted it just as much as I did. Her expression changed from angry to confused. Although I was honest, she didn’t believe I’d fallen head over heels for her.
I took her hand in mine and slightly squeezed it, “come with me,” I pleaded wholeheartedly. She glared at me, incredulous maybe that a guy like me said such things. She suddenly snatched her hand away, “that’s enough,” she accused, seemingly upset. I quickly perceived how hard she has fallen for me too though she’d denied it several times.
“I’m not like that. I have a boyfriend, and I love him,” she informed. She was trying to convince herself more than me that it was true. She stepped away, distressed of how evident it was she was lying. “You don’t feel anything for me then?” I asked desperately.
A feigned smile formed on her lips as she locked her eyes with mine. Before she could answer, I scooped her in my arms and placed her against the wall.
Her eyes wide open as she gasped for air. I gave her an honest look before diving myself in for a kiss. She twitched and pushed, trying hard to be released, but I was persistent. A few seconds later, she stopped moving, so did I. I unlatched my lips from hers and looked at her, ashamed yet satisfied. We were both out of breath, staring at each other in disbelief.
Her expression was difficult to read, and it was probably because she’d confirmed her feeling for me. After a minute of staring silently at each other, her eyes begin to get watery. It was the guilt building up knowing she’d just cheated on her boyfriend physically and emotionally. I smeared away the falling tears with my thumb attempting to redeem my mistake.
I was sure I’d lost her forever with this and was ready to let her go. Instead, she gripped the sides of my coat tightly and stared at me with bleary eyes. I knew then what she meant and kissed her again. This time, she didn’t object and follow my lead. We immersed ourselves in satisfaction, forgetting about everything and everyone. It was more than the feeling I imagined it to be.
It was happiness in the small form of her. The creaking sound of a door opening followed by a familiar voice startled us. Out of breath, she pushed me away and stared at me with big wide eyes. It was her boyfriend going upstairs. I nodded my head sideways, letting her know I didn’t want her to go, but she didn’t listen. She wiped her face with her hands, serrated a “sorry,” and then ran downstairs to greet him.
14. My Real Love Story
I can’t keep on loving you one foot outside the door. I hear a funny hesitation of a heart that’s never really sure, can’t keep on trying. If you’re looking for more every time you pull me up. You only let me down. Maybe you’ll be sorry, perhaps you’ll be cold, or maybe you’ll come running back to me. Perhaps I’ll be here, but perhaps I’ll see you around, the suspense is pounding and clouding up my head.
You are not the person I used to know. Maybe it’s my fault. I pushed you over the edge because that’s what I always do to those I love. But maybe in this life, you were never mine to begin. All I have to say is perhaps the stranger is me. I must have changed so drastically. I don’t know where this road leads, but it does not lead us to both desires.
The way you put her first, the things you say to people says a lot to me. I’m still your side chick, or should I mean maybe it’s time. I accepted my fate that I would never have my own. I wonder why you would rather risk us just for an ex that has created scars. Scars you are trying so hard to overcome, I know I’m crazy, and I’m not perfect. But I’ve never given you a reason to doubt my love or bring you pain that you find yourself not knowing your position in my life.
But I guess again, and love made me like it usually does. And please go ahead and tell her she has a part of you to herself, and I have a smaller portion. All I ever did was love you as broken as I am.
You made me believe in love. You made me think that loving someone who has been with someone else far too long can never be trusted when it comes to that particular person, yet again I find myself hurt. You know what this time around, I’m much calmer and much wiser.
I’m not afraid of the pain, it’s true what they say thunder don’t strike the same place twice, and me oh, I love you too much and today. I realized how much I need you in my life, but then again, I realized my happiness only lies with me. Dear lover, I hope this finds you.
15. One Sided Love Story
I wish there were something magical I could say to heal your broken heart. Something miraculously amazing that you would love to believe.
But the truth is, there’s not. You can’t make someone love you just because you love it.
I know it hurts to be the one loving with all soul and heart and receiving nothing at the end of the day, but you can’t even help it. You feel like your own emotions are destroying you. You can’t convince someone to care for you. You can’t control someone’s feelings. You can’t make them see the way you see them. You can’t make them feel lovable and show how worthy you are.
But, all you can do is focus on yourself. Focus on people who stay. Focus on your favorite.
Give yourself some time, I know letting go is never a natural choice but sometimes the only option left.
So what are you waiting for? Waiting that they care too! Expecting that something unrequited will turn into something mutual?
Please stop! Stop hoping and fooling yourself for someone who can’t love you.
And believe me, someone will come along who will make you smile every second. You won’t beg them to love you. Someone who won’t imagine a world without you.Someone who will love your flaws.Someone who will fill your heart with love you were waiting for.
And for now, move on from the person who can’t love you and know your worth and smile.
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