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The story of how I loved

I post my love story on a blog that I run. I would be happy if you check it out, leave a comment, give your opinion, tell me what was right, what I did wrong, give me advice. The story is actually still running in my life, it hasn’t ended yet and that’s why your help is welcome. Thank you.
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(Screen) Name: Anon Ymous

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The one that got away

I was in preschool the first time I met Seth. He was my brother’s best friend, and two years older. We used to play together, the three of us, and as time went on I realized that we were best friends as well. When I was in the third grade we all went to the local park and played ball tag. He quickly scampered up a tree to avoid getting hit, and extended a hand below to help me up. Whent I took his hand in mine I blushed a deep red color. No boy had ever been so kind to me. When I was in the fith grade he moved schools and my brother stopes hanging out with him, so did I. I only saw him once a year. I never knew how much I could miss a person. When I thought of him I became sad, and the pit of my stomach felt heavy. The last time I saw him was in the seventh grade. The last night he stayed at my house, I slept in the basement with him and my brother. When I was half asleep, I felt a kiss on my forehead, and his voice saying, “I’ll always love you, forever and ever.” I didn’t have the courage to tell him that I loved him too. This is the biggest regret of my life.

(Screen) Name: Octavious Rose

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My First Piece of Everything

He first crossed my eye when I was twelve. We were both in band and played the clarinet, he was a year older than I was. This wasn’t much like love at first sight, it was more of love at second sight. The first time he ever talked to me was when we were all waiting to get our uniforms fitted, I was waiting next to my friend Alyssa and he came over and said, “Hey Alyssa, What’s your name?” and so I introduced myself. He introduced himself as Sam, tall and thin, the body of a runner. He didn’t really catch my attention at first until one day when I was sitting all alone (as I usually did) he came and started talking to me, about our common interests like running, swimming, The Beatles. He was perfect to me. From that moment on everyday was like magic, we started talking a lot and hanging out at lunch time, telling each other everything and relating to the same stories. He was my best friend. Everything seemed to have a significance and every coincidence seemed to be a sign. Our birthdays are on the same month, the month we ran our first 15k together. I remember he sat next to me on the bus and started to bump me on the shoulder. He got first place that year out of the 400 people running the race. The day came when he had to go to high school and leave me behind for another year of middle school. When this realization hit me I assumed eighth grade would be the worst year of my life. During that summer we started to text each other everyday for five to six hours, we never ran out of things to talk about. I remember making a promise to myself saying that he would be my first boyfriend, and my first kiss. He’d never had a girlfriend before or even kissed anyone either. When eighth started I felt as if the school were empty without him there and my heart ached every single day i didn’t see him. That year was the year of rumors. As I talked to him one day he informed me that he liked a girl named Jessica and that he was going to ask her out, I felt heartbroken and devastated. That was the first night ever that I cried for anyone. I wanted to make sure that is what he wanted and even though I was in love and wanted the best for him, I didn’t want to lose him. I told Sam that I liked him two times and got nothing but silence out of it, I guess he was too caught up with this Jessica character. This is when I decided to move on to something else. I found another great guy who I liked, his name was Austin. Things with Austin were great, we became the best of friends, but I never felt the way I used to feel with Sam. One day, I get an unexpected text message from Sam saying that he heard I was playing a solo at a concert and that he would go and watch… That made my heart fall to the ground. HE WAS GOING TO COME TO MY CONCERT! The day came and a sudden feeling of fear and anxiety hit me. I didn’t want to face Sam after telling him that I liked him TWO FREAKING TIMES. But he came, we talked, I played the solo, and he said he loved the song. The day later, my friend Alyssa tells me about rumors that a girl was spreading around about Sam and I being I a weird relationship. I really didn’t know what that meant and still don’t to this day. I told him about it just in case someone told him something, I didn’t want him to think that I was the one who made that up. His answer was, “But we ARE in a weird relationship”. Again, I have no clue what that meant. Ninth grade approached and I was two weeks late to my first high school year. I had already been swimming competitively for a couple years and I joined the Swim Team and made it on Varsity, where Sam was. The first day I went to practice I could feel all eyes on me, his eyes on me. The next couple of days were very very awkward. We started to talk again after a while and he said Jessica left the school and she didn’t believe long distance relationships worked, well I didn’t either back then. I made a couple of friends, Emaan, Marissa, Emma, and Lynette from swim and my friends from MS Monica, Laleh, Rheiana and Marina. After a while, all of them eventually found out about Sam.
One of the many days we used to text, he told me to hang out with him at lunch time and become a part of his ‘group’. That plan only lasted about two days until Emaan got annoyed and posted a comment of facebook: “I hate it when girls act so different and annoying around the person they like”. I knew this was directed to me and so did Sam, so I talked to him about it and he basically told me that what she meant was that I act annoying when I am around him. That was when my defensive side came out, I told him that I didn’t like him again because there was no point in it since I knew nothing was ever going to happen, his response was, “That is because I thought you didn’t want a boyfriend”. After that he told me that if he had to go out with anyone, it would be me. Later on that year a girl named Emma started to like him and, well, she showed it, alright. A meet day came, and Emma planned on asking Sam out. When I heard of this my jaw fully dropped and my heart broke into a million pieces, because I was scared he’d say ‘yes’. I watched her go up to him and start to talk inches away from his face. That is when I felt my eyes begin to water, I knew I couldn’t do that to myself so I looked at him and walked away. Another one of my really good friends, Angelica, saw me and there was nothing else but to tell her my whole story, and so I did. The news later came to me that Sam turned Emma down because he liked girls as athletic and determined as he is. Around that same time I was informed that I was moving back to Spain, where I originally came from. The moment I heard this my mind drifted straight towards Sam. “What?!” I thought, “I can’t leave now, not when good things are about to happen”. But there was no going back. Everyone always told me to move on, but I don’t know how to, those are probably the hardest words to achieve when in love with someone for great, memorable years. I have too realized that one becomes blinded by love and only sees what the eye wants to see, not a spice of reality. Up to this day, I am still hopeful that both Sam and I will have the courage to tell each other how we feel. I will never forget my first love. And I will keep that promise that I’ve kept all through the years. I will always love Sam and I will never give up on him, because true love waits until the time is right. We have to be patient and wait for each other because i know we will be together, someday, beyond the ‘stars’. I will wait for forever.

(Screen) Name: LifeisFun.

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The First Time – 1971

It was finally Friday afternoon, and I impatiently left the flight line for the barracks to shower up and exchange uniform for “civvies”. I had a date and was in a hurry to see the gate of Homestead AFB in the rear view mirror. As I drove out, it occurred to me that the warzone mentality had begun dimming fast and being back in the “world” was becoming normal and accepted, as if I were entitled once again to be an American in America. “… strange thing to feel” I thought to myself, even though I knew this is a common mental transition for GI’s returning stateside. Anyway, “enough of that,” I mused as I pointed my Olds north toward Cutler Ridge.

We had already dated a few times, more reluctant each time to part company and go our own ways in our own routine lives, and then ever more anxious to rejoin each other’s company. For me the prospect of being with her was becoming constantly more exciting and essential but, warm and friendly as she was toward me, her reserved nature was difficult to read, and I was not so sure my growing feelings were matched. I felt tentative, thinly cloaking my desire for this beautiful, exotic woman who had allowed me such enjoyable time over the last few weeks. Or was it days? Time had flown until I could not tell by my own instincts how long or short this new relationship actually had been so far.

The balmy south Florida July evening had passed too quickly, and we hesitated at her apartment door, unwilling to allow it to be finished. I kissed her, dreading the finality of this good-night gesture, when she drew back slightly and looked up at me. I saw an openness, almost a trust, in her face. “Would you like to come in for a while?” I don’t even recall the door unlocking and our stepping into her home. We were just suddenly next to each other, half facing on her couch, visiting. I don’t know how much time had passed when I realized quiet had fallen upon us and there was no more talk, just a silent gaze as if we had been taken to a different place and given a different way to speak, to connect without words.

I uncertainly reached for her, and she let me. Then, taking her into my arms, I softly found her lips and felt the warm return of her kiss. A new passion was rising as we embraced and tasted each other like we hadn’t before. Kisses grew deeper and longer, and we consumed every second of new discovery. Her arms encircled me and her hand caressed my neck as we shifted to hold each other closer. Her body seemed to invite my hand, slowly exploring her side and then discovering the rise of her breast under the fabric of her blouse. She moved slightly away, not evading my advance, but loosening our embrace to whisper, “Not here. Come with me.” Her face seemed to show an intention, a decision. Holding my hand in hers, she led me across the apartment, through a doorway, into her bedroom. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might actually be visible under my shirt. I was disarmed, surprised, apprehensive. I wanted this woman, and had wanted her from the first time I had laid eyes upon her, but what if I turned out to be less than what she expected, whatever that might be? My mind was racing. “How can I be polite and respectful, yet take her body to mine? How do I please her? This is it – the moment I desired, yet the moment I feared. “ I so want to be her lover!” Then I saw that my own apprehension didn’t matter. I could see it in her face; the decision had been made already, calmly and deliberately, by this dark, beautiful, mysterious woman. I didn’t deserve her, but nothing could have dragged me from that room in that moment.

The curtains were drawn back from the bedroom’s glass wall, its terrace washed by the full moon. We could see the world, but it could not see us, two lovers in the midst of a secret, intimate place of our own. Standing next to her bed, she gently circled her arms around me and raised her face to meet my kiss, a long delicious open-mouthed joining of lips and tongues. Her taste and voluptuousness captured me and I wanted to bring her body to me. We kissed again, hard and long, and my hands gathered the hem of her blouse, a sailor style jumper that I began to draw up over her head. She allowed the blouse to slide off her body and reveal her lace brassiere. My hand found her breast under the bra, and she stepped back. I was afraid I had gone too far too eagerly, but then her hands began to slowly unbutton my shirt while she drew me to the bed. Her face confirmed she had made me her choice, her decision, and while I sat on its edge she stepped back and seductively glided her slacks over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. She stood between me and the glass wall, the grey-blue moonlight silhouetting her sexual feminine outline as she moved to her dresser, and I could make out her tender breasts being freed from the bra. She pulled a sheer hip-length negligee from the drawer, donning it, and turning back to me. I had undressed but didn’t even remember doing it, shyly waiting, disrobed, in the semi-darkness. Her arms were around me again as we drank each other’s lips in a deep wet kiss. I banished the nightie from her body and tenderly held her as we both moved onto the bed, my fingers curling into the top of her lace panties and gliding them down the course of her long smooth legs and off her feet.

The combined light of the moonlit sky above and the city below faintly entered the bedroom, casting a dim patina over the dusky curves of her body. Relaxed and vulnerable, she unabashedly gifted me with the visual beauty of her slender form, nothing obstructing the space between our exposed nakedness. Modest inviting breasts rose and fell with her breath, nipples firmly swelling from russet coronas. Her sensuous body was half hidden in the shadows of the night, but I could make out her shape, bronze in the darkness, down to her angular pelvic jut framing a tousled black triangle at the summit of her converging thighs. She was breathtaking, absolutely beautiful, unashamedly feeding my eyes and senses as she lay on her back in the faint silvery light, arms comfortably askew across the smooth bedcovers, legs slightly apart. I came to her on the bed, and my heartbeat quickened even more as I brought my body over hers. My hand lightly explored her, finding the soft fleshy rise of her breasts and fondling their rigid dark nipples, closing my fingers around one, then the other. My other hand combed through her long black hair spread out on the sheets. Our lips brushed briefly and I buried my face in the sensual refuge of her neck and shoulder, pressing my body intimately along hers. She shifted to meet me as I pressed forward, and I felt her body awaken to the discovery of my invading presence, emotionally rising under me as if transforming from a person alone to a person joined. We explored with intimate harmony, a deep gentle enveloping dance, savoring the erogenous fusion of our bodies. She grasped me tightly, fingers kneading into my back and shoulders as I nested my face in her throat, kissing and delicately biting her neck. Strokes became thrusts and breathing became gasping as the excitement of our singular conjoined body rose to a driving, back-arching, crescendo.

In each other’s arms, we drifted into deep sleep, the tropical breeze entering the open glass door and caressing our spent, uncovered bodies; but then we awoke and made love again, and then again, and then again, all night. We were two insatiable lovers, immersed in pleasure never to depart our memory, never to leave our consciousness, an inaugurating signpost of a special indelible bond.

In the early morning light I gazed upon the bare, curving back and hip of the sleeping beauty at my side, and I pondered. There had been romantic encounters in my life, some regrettable in their random impermanence; one or two that had tender meaning. Maybe her story was similar. The thought caused me to suddenly realize that two people who had yet to know each other had taken the deepest of plunges. I didn’t know what it all was to mean, but something had happened this night that extinguished all the holds of the past.

I don’t think either of us had expected more than an interlude, a joining for a moment of two people who liked each other very much. These were strange times marked by painful changes in life and society, combined with a bloody war that abandoned its heroes and tore at the nation’s soul; and it seemed reasonable not to wait on the gifts of pleasure or solace or refuge, reasonable to ban our loneliness in the fear of a tomorrow too far. Maybe this was one of those times. Maybe this woman and I would get up from here and move on, leaving our night behind. But, deep down, I knew a corner had been turned in my life that was yet to be fully comprehended. I knew that this night would never leave my soul. This would never surrender its niche in my memory.

In the early morning light, I gaze upon the sleeping woman in my bed, and I understand, these many years later, the story she and I hurried to begin that night. Since that first erotic dance we have loved wildly and passionately, quietly and reticently, in joy and in sorrow. Our relationship sometimes stretched thin, but came back each time stronger, tempered by good times and bad. We have grown in experience and satisfaction, learning more each time what giving means. We are today no less passionate, much more mature, more satisfying lovers; but there is only one first time, and the tender arousal and excitement of our youth that Florida night is etched indelibly in our interwoven soul, the beginning of a forever love sought by many, captured by few; the beginning of a story worth telling.

I graze her lightly with my fingertips. She awakens, and we love.

(Screen) Name: Jack Dominic

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Although He’s Gone

It was the strangest feeling I’d ever had, yet it sent such a message to me there was no use trying to ignore it. As I sat rows above the other new students for orientation, my first attempt at college, the most annoying outburst drew my attention to the front row where I first saw him. Surrounded by a group of giggling girls was the man who would change my life forever. From the moment I looked up my stomache warmed slightly tingling as in my mind I thought “I must have him”.
Three days later crusing around with friends we found him doing the same incidently following him until he pulled over. Since we’re all young, new high school grads, it’s only right to act stupid. Six of us decide to pile into my car, a 1985 Honda Prelude not made for six people, especially three who are good sized guys. With two guys and one girl in back, Shane, “the guy” is going to drive and my other friend in the passenger seat I question where to sit, like out of a dream Shane says on his lap. Climbing in I position on the emergency brake Shane grabs my waist instantly I’m on his lap face to face so close I feel him breathing. Crusing with no purpose music blaring, everyone laughing we stop quickly almost missing a stop sign, it was then our eyes locked and time stood still I heard nothing and was lost in his deep blue eyes, and he in my green eyes. I knew it was mutual not only by how it felt I could see it in his eyes, his hand was tight on my hip, then the moment was gone and all Shane could say was “Don’t do that”.
As I tried to sleep that night my mind played that moment over and over anticipating his promised call. Fast forward slightly Shane never had a girlfriend, he was known for one nighter’s but never commitment. After our first date we were inserarable I was new in town and had captured his heart. He would put roses on my winshield when I was at work with cute notes. After a year together durring spring break while visiting my Dad we ventured to get matching tatoos it was amazing. Every day I spent with him I loved him more, he consumed me in the best of ways I thought it would never end.
Although he claimed not to know how to dance one night we drove outside of town to the rocks and hills it was a full moon night,the sky full of stars as we climbed out of his truck he turned up the radio we danced arm in arm whispers of love the only spoken words. Every day and night was full of romance such as this, right down to making love on a white bear rug by a crackling fire, snow covered moutains outside.
After two years of happiness my world stopped turning. I literally stopped living, Shane finished school and moved to Nevada to work in the mines, though I went to see him it fell apart.
I moved back to Idaho lost there came a time I said to my Dad I didn’t know who I was anymore. He and my stepmom were so worried they thought I’d never be in another relationship, I didn’t want to be Shane was all I wanted. Three years later the night before I married a stable man I didn’t love Shane called me, I told him about the wedding and then made the one regretable decition in my life. Shane called saying he was ready to marry me he tried everything to convience me not to marry the man, but to drive to Nevada and marry him. To this day I will regret saying no, this story has holes, and little detail only because as I think of Shane and the time I had with him it cuts like a knife. After seventeen years I still hurt, not a day goes by I don’t have some kind of thought about him. One night my prayers turned into tears just begging God to take the pain away and let me get over him, that was five years ago. I believe the memories are still here for a reason, God always has a plan.
Of course my marriage ended after only four years and in 2006 I met a man who gave me that same strange feeling I felt when I first saw Shane, yet it’s just not the same. I think I do love him truley and this time everything is right, I just wish if just once I wouldn’t think of him.

(Screen) Name: kirstierae

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First love

It was around 40 years ago when I first laid eyes on my first love. He was tall with sandy blonde hair and a friendly smile. Mel was sitting on a bench at the baseball field down the street from where our house was. He caught my eye from the beginning. A guy down the street from me introduced us, and I was smitten from the first minute. Little by little we got to know each other. I fell in love with him right from the start. Not knowing how he really felt about me, I would do stupid things to test him. He would call and I would blow him off or talk stupidly. All the while i was dying inside with desire. He would come over to the house, and I would make him wait for me to come out, all along acting like I wasn’t interested in him. But contrary to how I acted, I was so in love with this guy I could cry. So we finally hooked up. Not in the way kids do now, but I mean, we got together. The first time he kissed me, I knew he was the love of my life. But was thinking, how could I find him at such a young age. I was always second guessing myself and letting others influence me. Anyways, we sort of dated for three years, each summer. We went to different schools, and were in all kinds of activities, the both of us. So during the school year, we were so busy, we never got much time to be together or call. But every summer, we were stuck together like glue. I wish now I would have told him how i really felt about him. but I was scared to. He actually wanted us to run off to Kentucky to get married at 16. And instead of saying what I really wanted to, the only thing I could say was,”my dad would kill me if I did that”. My father too was in part the one who made me have second thoughts about Mel. He would say, you want to be barefoot and pregnant your whole life with this guy? He came from a strict Catholic family and it was quite large. So he had me thinking it wasn’t a good idea to get with him. Well I wish I could have stood up to my dad, but I couldn’t. I was so in love with Mel that my heart would break when I wasn’t around him. His kiss, his touch, I still remember everything we ever did. The one thing i regret is that we never made love to each other. I was too scared. So after a few years of what he would see as regection, he moved on. He sat outside my home one day with his new girlfriend and I was devistated. That was his way of saying it was over. I was crushed and mad at myself for letting others get in the way of how I felt about him. So we both moved on with our lives and one day, my sister was in the dentist office. Apparently his wife was the hygentist there. Well, she was asking my sister if she knew me and all kinds of questions. Then she said to my sister, you know Mel can’t stop talking about her. My sister never told me this until years later. That was around the same time she told me that she had run into Mel at a store. He was asking about me and said, you know, me and Brenda really had something. Well, I had married the man I dated right after Mel. Looking for that same romance and never found it. I thought of Mel for the whole time i was married to him. Found another man and made a life with him. We have been married over 30 years. And even though I love my husband. there is still that missing feeling I had with Mel. I dream of the day we meet up again and just talk about what went wrong and I would love to tell him how I felt back then. If I could go back and do things over again. I would tell him how I felt and would definately make love to the man I have desired all these years. I have no idea how he feels about me, so I never try and contact him, for fear of embarrassment and rejection. But I still want to someday let him know. He was the love of my life!!! And I will never forget him as long as I live.

(Screen) Name: brenda

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My First Love and My True Love

This story happened 3 years ago. I am the type of guy who chases summer; I enjoy surfing and partying with my college buddies, Chuck, Eve, Christine and Henry. Eve was my first love we share the same interest and we seldom quarrel, that made us last for 2 years. We never really broke up, I never heard from her again the time she went to London with her parents. I waited for her for three months, hoping that she’ll come back or at least call me but a news came that she married a guy that her parents wanted for her. I couldn’t believe what I heard, I don’t know how to continue my life without her — I even thought of committing suicide but Christine came to the rescue. She was there for me when I felt helpless and miserable, she helped me get back up on my feet again and most of all she taught me how to love again. At first, I wasn’t really in love with her, I just felt sorry for her because she hadn’t given up on me for 5 long months but the time she told me how long she waited for me, I was greatly moved — I hugged her for a long2x time and promised to repay her with my newly fixed heart. I learned to love her and cherish each moment that we’re together. We’ve been dating for a year and I thought that I should take our relationship to the next level so i proposed to her, she was so dramatic and made her look even more beautiful. 2 months after the engagement I received a call from Henry and Chuck — my college buddies. They suggested that it would be nice if we have a reunion before the wedding, Christine agreed to the idea. The reunion was in Hawaii — a total beach paradise it reminded me of my surfing and partying days. The second day, my life was turned upside down — Eve arrived. I didn’t know what to think, I was speechless. Chuck and Henry looked at each other and I can even read their mind they’re saying — Uh oh, this is bad!. Eve smiled at me and greeted me, before I can even say anything (or not) Christine held on me and told her about our engagement , Christine was trying to act cool and friendly but I can feel her fear. The next day, I finally came back to my senses. Eve and I got a chance to talk. She asked me how my life was and my relationship with Christine, I answered her boastfully bragging about Christine and she said that she was happy for me — her response hurt me in a way I can’t understand, maybe I want to hear her beg me to take her again. It was my time to ask, I asked her how her married life was, then she looked at me with confusion seen on her face. “Married?! I was never married!” — Her reply shocked me. I told her everything I knew how she married the guy and how her parents approved of it, she laughed upon hearing about it. She told me that her parents did arrange someone for her but she objected and ran away because she loves me — she started to cry when she uttered the words “I love you” to me, then I held her tight and tears fell down my cheeks, I felt the scent and the warmth again that I longed for so long. “Are we really going our separate ways?” she asked in a low voice, that question pierced through me and I remained silent. We head back to the resort, Christine hugged me and Eve walked away. Even though I’m wrapped in Christine’s arms my eyes were following Eve. Christine is not dumb she knows what’s going on but she acts like nothing is going on — I know she’s hurt and I couldn’t bear see her like that, I asked her if something’s bothering her and she replied that she’s fine and forced a smile, I smile back and faced the other side of the bed — then she held me tightly and started to cry, she told me that’s she’s scared of loosing me. I faced her and held her until she fell asleep, she looked pale and sad, I asked myself if I really love her or am I still in love with Eve. All of us partied the next night, I asked Christine to dance with me but she had to pick up a phone call, Eve showed up and we danced. Eve looked so beautiful and memories of us flooded my mind — we kissed. The time I opened my eyes I saw Christine, she was staring at us with tears in her eyes, I attempted to go over to her but she ran away. Eve, apologized and walked away leaving me alone and confuse, I slept on chucks room that night I don’t have the guts to show my face to Christine. Chuck woke me up at 6:30 in the morning, he told me that I had to make a choice — if I choose Christine, Eve will be gone for good and if i choose Eve, Christine’s gone. It horrified me, honestly, my first choice was Eve as i was running to see her on the beach, I thought of Christine and i felt a big lost in my heart, I stopped halfway on where I’m suppose to go. I turned back and ran as fast I could — I realized that I love Christine more. I went back to chuck, he gave me Christine’s engagement ring she asked him to give it back to me , Christine left. I arrived at the airport just in time her flight number was called. “How long are you going to keep running away from me?” I asked her. She turned back and I hugged her tightly. She asked so many questions about Eve but I silenced her the time I knelt and proposed to her again. Now we are happily married and we have a son named Cody.

Name (use screen name if you don’t want your real name published): Story Teller777

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