It was the day for me in my life, entered into a school as a teacher when I am studying only. I am at the age of 19, In that school I saw a girl named aishu at that I fell in love with her. but I never said to her about my love. I write songs on the day of republic he sang my song which I wrote on mother.From that day we bacame close and became best friends I purchased a mobile to talk with her from my first salary. From that day we started sharing days It happened for the days on the day of diwali we expressed each other and she told me to grow into the great position. I said yha I will try and i will marry she also likes me much. She left the school after 10th and we didnt met upto 2 years at that just we have an call to each other when she was free.I stopped my profession asa a teacher and I entered in to designing fiels after completing course i came to hyd . and starting day only I got a job asa web designer days happened she came to hyderabad , we met , we enjoyed a lot meeting each other, I lost my love because she got afraid that their parents wont accepts love and she rejected me from that day I leaved just like heart sepersted I lost my parents and love also just now I am leaving thats all

(Screen) Name: manjumaggy

hhahahaha
this is really somthing that happrened
i was chatting with this guy online and he was like talking to em for a long time and i as like hey i knew him then i found out he was one of my frens fen.it seems that he loves me but i was kinda scared to say anything cause im kinda of girl who is afraid of gettting hurt.so i kept quiet.

(Screen) Name: visa

It was two weeks before Halloween in 1996. I was 16. I went to a friends house to help him decide on his costume. When I walked in his house, I looked to the couch, where the most beautiful boy I had ever seen was sitting. This boy asked me to help him with his costume too. So I did. We sat together and talked for hours that day. We very much liked each other, and from that day on were inseperable. Two weeks later we shared our first kiss, on Halloween night.
We dated for five months, fell deeply in love with each other and were never, ever apart. We skipped school to be together. My mother found out about me not going to school and decided that I should go live with my father in another state. The night I left my love was standing in the street screaming for me as we drove away, just like in the movies.
He decided he could not be without me and stole a car and drove to my fathers house to rescue me. Unfortunately, he ended up getting arrested and going to jail for five years. We wrote to each other, and I was always still in love with him. But I was a teenager and wanted to date guys who were not in jail, so I broke up with him.
About a year later, I met a guy at work and moved in with him so I could get out of my father’s house. (Step-mom was a witch!) Ended up getting married to the guy and having a baby.
In the meantime, my true love had gotten out of jail and I was talking to him everyday. We stopped talking by the time I moved back to my hometown, but I called his friend and got his phone number.
I called him and we met at the park and it was like no time had passed. Like everything was how it had been before. So in love instantly again. So I left my husband and my love and I had a baby.
Problems started when niether one of us was working, could not pay the rent and bills and got kicked out of our apartment. We again had to live apart. Again I left him for another man. His brother.
Three years later I kicked the brother out and my love came to me again. We now live together, very happily with our two children. I could not imagine my life without this man anymore. We have gone through so much together just to BE together and I will never give him up again. He IS my heart and I am his. My love 4E

(Screen) Name: A-Pie

A day in a life of a simple all american girl in a a new world ….

I grew up in New York City , a city of over 10 thousand people.. streets are busy, cars are noisy and everything seems to be moving so fast.. I enjoyed staying there I got a lot of friends whom I share my life with..a family that is so loving and a man that is so understanding.. it was the middle of the year 2009 when I finally decided to move out of the city and the country that I was used to.. I moved… I moved here in Sydney.. a much bigger place than what I got used to .. they said this is an international centre for commerce, arts, fashion, culture, entertainment, education and tourism so I got really excited and told my self that I will be a new girl … seconds, mins, hours, days and months passed by I missed my man .. my family and my friends.. I invited my man to come over and visit me and he replied with a very positive answer… after weeks of planning he already got here… I was so happy and so excited to see him after almost a year of being alone in a new country… we hugged , we kissed and we cried upon seeing each other.. we traveled around during weekends and I was so happy to show him my new found paradise … One eve he asked permission if he can just walk around and of course I said yes since I will be late for dinner ( cuz of work as usual ) it was passed half 11 pm when I arrived home and to my surprise Mike ( my bf) was not yet home… I got worried since that was the first time he went out alone here in sydney.. I called his mobile but he was not answering.. seconds turned into mins and mins turned into an hour.. I was worried and I was crying , I felt so helpless and I just prayed that he would call me.. It was 12:30 am when finally I received a call from a certain 1800 686323 I felt hesitant at first to answer it since I thought it was just another phone scam but I was glad that I did.. the prompt said I got a call from mike and directed me on how will I be connected to him.. AT LAST!!! I got relieved… It was Mike on the other line and he apologized that he just called.. I ask him what happened then he told me he got lost and he ran out of credits and he does not know where to buy some.. He said it was good that he saw the advert of 1800 mumdad in a bar with a tv in it.. I asked him where he was exactly at the moment and I went out and fetch him… bottom line of this… I would like to thank mumdad for the good service that they do give people like me and mike.. I would never know what might happened that night if there was no mumdad… thank you thank you thank you =)

(Screen) Name: chiara

I am a woman of principles.When I was young,I told myself that whoever will be my first boyfriend will be my husband. During my college days,I never entertained suiters, a lot of boys failed, eventhough I do have crushes on them, because I wanna stick to my principles. Right after college we had experienced financial difficulty, by that time I met a man whom I thought could be the answer. We get along very well. He is really a fine man.I can’t say any bad things. He loves me so much. To prove that he left his country and ignore the warn of his family just to be with me. He became my first boyfriend. He asked to marry me and I said yes, even my parents object because he is a Muslim and we are Catholics. We get married in Muslim civil way. I love him and we had one baby boy. But since he is a foreigner to my country he can’t get job yet unless given a permanent visa. I was the one working for a living. It became hard so I decided to go abroad. He stayed in my country to wait for his visa. During my work abroad, i met this guy(single) who instantly got attracted to me. He started flirting, but since I’m married, I did not show interest. He wanted to meet me but was not pursued. We lost communication for four months. Then one day he called me. We started to become friends (before I was hesitant, but had given him a chance this time). We meet and became close. I started to see his personality and views in life. He courted me again. He said he likes me so much and he was like addicted to me. He admitted that of all the ladies he met I am among the three he felt so inlove (first was to his first girlfriend, second to his wife). It was then I knew that during those few months we lost contacts He went back to our country to get married to his 8 years girlfriend. I got hurt,I don’t know why, but I felt jealous. It was then that I realized that I was inlove with him. He was kind of my soulmate, we shared a lot of things in common. I have seen a lot of attributes in him that I really liked. I told him that we can only be friends because we are already married. But deep inside,I love him more than my husband. He kept on telling me, that if I only had given him a chance when we first knew each other he would have not decided to get married and If I was also single and not married, He would have chosen me to be his wife. Now things had crushed on me, coz if I hadn’t decided to get married earlier, I would have been with this guy, whom I felt is my soulmate. I was once told by a fortune teller that my husband isn’t my soulmate. It is someone from the northern part of my country and is of the same nationality. Right now, we remained to be friends. And it is only time who can tell if in the future we can be together as lover (husband and wife). I really wish. It is my ultimate dream.

As of the moment, my husband is planning to go back to his country because it had taken a very long time for his permanent visa. He is only waiting for me to come back so we can formally arrange everything.

And with regards to my man (soulmate), he last told me that they had difficulties now with his wife. He had given me a hint that they might be parting ways too.

I am only praying that if God would give me a chance to be with my soulmate, in due time, He will do it his way. I will not make any extreme things that would lead to hurting his family and my family. For now all I can do is love him from distant.

(Screen) Name: Beauty

This is an extreme May-December affair, playing in my thoughts. I am middle age and he is quarter of a century. I felt nothing when I saw this boy. Yes literally he is. But we are classmates in graduate school. As days went by, he is there in class but sometimes I even forget that he exists. Then something odd happened. I failed in one of this Math subjects. I felt the world falling in on me, as this means an extension of 6 months more and the comprehensive exams available year next yet. I am single and feeling alone in this big metropolis. I miss my only niece. The best times I had lately in my life is spending quality time with her, either at play, study, or simply going to the mall or park nearby, back home. While still absorbing the shock of failing, and trying to walk my way to the boarding house, my tears are beginning to fall and my vision blurred. Then I met him, this boy. Without asking anything he knew what I’m crying about and started consoling me. I didn’t hear anything he said, but instead asked him to have lunch with me. He refused and told me he failed too. Sensing that we are both in distress I did not insist and proceeded to go home. The next day, I attended class in a minor subject. My resolve then was to continue and do good with my other subjects. I saw this boy again, and after class asked me that we eat at a nearby mall. As I have other things in mind, I replied he has to wait until about 6:00 P.M.as I would still queue to pay for my credit card at the nearest bank. It was already past 6:00 P.M. when I finished my transaction and has all forgotten about his invitation. While waiting for a cab home, my mobile phone rang and saw his name and I was jolted upon remembering that I have a date with him. So I hurried up to meet him at an average diners place inside the mall. There, we began talking and sharing our plans. It was a good unloading session and I felt light. He asked for my YM addy and email ad. I still felt nothing for him except that I was able to unburden some of my thoughts regarding our office’s impractical way of putting me in a sort of exile by sending me to graduate school. Since then, I noticed he has changed. He would always take the time to go near me and every time I am online, he would just pop up and we begin to converse like we are long lost friends. I am beginning to appreciate his trend of thoughts and wondered how deceiving his looks and build can be. So young, his ideas and visions are so matured. I cannot imagine I am actually taking to a 25 years old! With body built that of a still going into a full matured male,he walks with a sure stance and gait like that of a person always in a hurry and wanted to waste no time. His hair locks are long flowing to his nape and curled at the end, they look like they need shampooing very badly. But it gives an aura of male magnetism, I am beginning to get attracted to him. I’m not sure if this is because I am feeling alone, but really his image is beginning to stick into my thoughts. Meanwhile, he maintained being friendly, and would even bring some drinks knowing that I am diabetic. At times he would volunteer to buy me lunch, as I am one who finds walking into the canteen an ordeal because it is hot walking on that asphalt road leading there and falling in line for food is a task. Our chatting has become regular and I’m really beginning to fell close and fall for him. He treated me like I’m the most beautiful creature that ever walked this earth and his patronizing me in his reports made me feel so uncomfortable, our classmates are beginning to tease him which he didn’t mind at all. I realized that I am beginning to feel as if he owns me. And it made me feel so ambivalent. As a woman, he acted like a love struck man and no full blooded woman can ever resist enjoying this kind of attention. On the other hand, I feel so guilty for feeling so, knowing that this would take me nowhere except being left dumped somewhere when the academic year is over. I am beginning to avoid him, and has since then never ever gone out dining or even taking some light snacks with him. I always find ways to avoid him and not even taking a look into his direction. But this didn’t work. The more I avoided him, the more he finds ways to get near. I am always uncomfortable when he is around but tried to act cool and collected even if I feel my heart is beating so fast. And all of this at 50 years old!!!? Until this writing he is still very much around. One time in his offline, he commented that he felt I am always on a detached mode. I find valid excuses like I’m busy doing my class reports, which are true. But the real truth is, I feel he is now beginning to read my mind and heart. And I feel he is playing with my emotions and I look so vulnerable. On the other hand, I can feel his masculinity. The man in a boy’s body wanting the essence of female energy in his life. I am really holding on to my wits. Which makes it doubly difficult because trying to hold back strong emotions can be heart wrenching and causes insomnia. But the feeling that I am 50 y.o. always prevails even if at the moment my heart is acting like it has just experience the pangs of being in love and being appreciated by the opposite sex. That is why I am calling this piece a clouded guilt trip. Yes I want him and I want to love him so badly. But he thought that I am old enough to be his mother is holding me back.Until now, I find comfort in staying away from him. But each moment is a torture thinking about him. I can only wish this is all over now and live a full normal life again.

(Screen) Name: merry_me88

The Monday after I graduated from college I began a career as a flight attendant traveling the world and having a wonderful time. My college friends began to marry off and I made new friends who also married off. So, I made more friends who mostly married off as well. By this point, I had been in 17 weddings and maid of honor in six of those. I went to visit a friend and was playing Barbie with her daughter when I was informed by this 6 year old that Barbie could not be happy without a prince. I said, “Of course she could! I was happy! I loved my family and had seen the world.” But, this little princess told be it could not be done and she had all the fairy tales to prove her case. All princesses only ended up happy when they found their prince!

On my flight home, I thought about this conversation and decided fairy tales must change! I was not anti-prince. Just anti-damsel in distress. I wanted girls to marry because they found the love of their life after they loved their life. Because I knew even a prince could not make a miserable person happy. True happiness comes from within and from helping others.

So, I wrote a book Princess Bubble and published it with a friend. We cashed in our savings and decided it was worth the expense to empower girls and remind them they are a princess with or without a prince. Word got out about our message and we appeared on The Today Show and CNN.

But right in the middle of spreading the meaning of “Happily Ever After” my world crashed and my father suddenly died. We were thick as thieves and I was holding back tears of pain while making TV appearances about how to be happy. I still believe my message but missed my sweet daddy.

Meanwhile, my mother told me she had someone to fix me up with. A State Senator,Bill Hamrick, who had been at Auburn the same time I was and who was also in his 40’s and single. I did not think much about this but thought it was worth meeting him. Bill’s mother was also working on Bill encouraging him to call me and he had even less interest in meeting someone his mother suggested. But, one night he had a dream and remembered a girl he had seen in college who smiled at him and he did not have the never to approach. The next day, Bill clicked on the link to my CNN appearance to see who this girl was his mother wanted him to meet and saw I was the girl from his dream the night before.

We met, fell in love and were married 6 months later. Our wedding day, I shed a few tears and looked up at the sky begging God for a sign from my daddy. Shortly after we said our vows a double rainbow appeared across the sky and I know it was God and my father smiling down on us!

First, I found happily ever after. Then I found a prince to share it with!

(Screen) Name: Princess Bubble

I’d read about love and asked my mom what it was like, and the truth was I never thought I’d know what it was. She told me it couldn’t be explained, only known. I didn’t know what that meant and asked her to elaborate. She couldn’t. When I asked her how I would know if I was in love for certain, she just told me I would know. I think very logically; to me there is only black or white. Something is either there, or it isn’t. Therefore I couldn’t understand the fact that something can’t be defined.

Five years later, it turns out, my mom was right.

I’m not sure if it was love at first sight, because really, what is love? All I know is that I saw him and immediately thought, “Wow.” This was followed by, “That’s the cutest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.” As the day wore on, I only paid attention to him. Lucky for me, I got to hear him sing, as he was a musician. The entire time, I was thinking about how amazing he was, how I’d never seen anything like him, and other thoughts mainly composed of admiration. When I returned home, I spent the next week looking at pictures of him and learning everything I could about him. I paid attention to everything he did and said. I framed a photo of him, paid attention to his friends, hung on to his every word. Being a musician myself, I wrote songs about him. At the time I thought it was just infatuation. A year and a half later, after seeing him kissing another girl right in front of me, I knew that I must have been in love with him. Why else did my heart feel like it was snapping into a million pieces? Looking to confirm this, I tried to write down how I felt about him.

It was impossible. The only thing I knew was that I needed to see him, because I couldn’t stand to be without him. (I will call him “Nick” to avoid confusion).

Soon, my luck changed. He talked to me, and eventually we became very close. It was the start of a friendship, so I couldn’t ruin it by telling him how I felt.

One day, he introduced me to his friends. I was eager to please them, and happy that he wasn’t hanging out with goths or other assorted weird people. Unfortunately, I spotted a guy near the back of the crowd and pulled away. This guy was dressed in all black, with shaggy black hair and tatooes on his arms. He was also wearing a leather jacket and what looked like black eyeliner.

I resisted the tempation to laugh at the makeup and instead introduced myself. We talked briefly about music (he was into punk rock). Then I sheepishly told “Nick” that I probably wouldn’t get along with one of his friends. He said I was talking about “Jerry” and to not worry, because he didn’t think I’d like him anyway. “Jerry” was also a musician, so to be nice, I listened to some of his songs. They were awesome, but not really my genre.

The days went by. Like most people, I ran into many challenges. “Nick” was not well liked by the majority of people (to this day I still don’t know why), so my love for him got me into some awkward moments. Ironically, “Jerry” seemed to be more favored, but that didn’t deter me. After a while, the stress became too much. “Nick” could tell I was upset, and frequently asked what was wrong. I told him that I just needed some time alone, and that I loved him.

Against my better judgement, I listened to “Jerry’s” songs again. They perfectly captured what I was going through. I arranged to hang out with him to find out if he actually went through the things he wrote about.

Amazingly, he had, and really helped me through a tough time. He made sense of why things happen, and I figured I was wrong to judge him by all the black clothes he wore. We talked many more times, as something about his morals and beliefs appealed to me. I knew I loved “Nick” and that there was no way to “turn off” love, so I figured I was just being social.

After many months, “Jerry” played a song he had written for me. I asked him if he really felt that way.

He said he loved me.

My reaction can best be defined as: shocked speechless. Instantly, my mind began racing at a thousand miles per hour.

How could you let this happen? What will “Nick” think? Does he know? How can you explain it? Is it cheating? Is it wrong? Why can’t you think straight? Why do you love the fact that he wrote this for you?

My thought process screeched to a halt.

Do you love him?

I didn’t know the answer. I told “Jerry” that the song was beautiful, and that I hoped I would see him again.

At home, I laid awake pondering my dilemma. How complex this matter was! I could even bring human nature into the discussion, because “Nick” and “Jerry” were like light and dark. One is what I want to be, one is what I once was. But which one was real? Which one was I now?

I spent days trying to decide whom was right for me. Which would bring me less pain? Which would benefit me in the long run? Whom does my heart belong to? Was I just maturing?

No matter who I chose, the other will always be in the back of my mind. I can’t have both, because I can only have one serious relationship at a time. And not choosing wasn’t an option, because it would only make the situation worse.

I took as many “Are You In Love?” quizzes I could, comparing “Nick’s” and “Jerry’s” results. Not one quiz gave me a decisive answer. I turned to characters who faced similar problems on TV and in books, but TV and books were not reality. I asked mystical sources like tarot cards without progress. If I mentioned my problem to my parents, I knew why would tell me to choose “Nick” because “Jerry” wasn’t someone they approved of. The problem was, they couldn’t understand my problem completely, and if I told them, they would say to choose whomever I thought was right. But that’s the problem: I didn’t know who was right!

I definately didn’t feel the same about “Nick”. That much was obvious. But I could easily describe how I felt about “Jerry”. That must mean that I didn’t love him, either. No matter what, someone was going to be hurt badly.

In an act of immaturity, I pushed the decision off to the side. I hung out with both of them like nothing was wrong. “Nick” and I talked about the same things as always and enjoyed each other’s company, but when “Jerry” and I talked, it was always fun. We could be openly honest, even if it was awkward. This, of course, only made me try to strengthen my relationship with “Nick”.

Eventually, my mom noticed “Nick” while we were out and about. I asked her where he was, but there was nothing genuine in my voice. It felt like something I rehearsed.

When we got home, I immediately evaluated my situation. The more I thought about, the more something had to be said. I called “Nick” and he answered.

“Nick…um, there’s- okay, please don’t be mad, but- wait, I know you’re going to-”

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re going to be really mad at me, but I swear I didn’t intend for this to happen! Really, I didn’t!”

“Why? What is it?”

“I promise I didn’t do anything! I didn’t even think I…jeez, I thought nothing would come of it, I swear!”

“What happened?!”

“I, um…you’re not going to like this, and it’ll probably hurt you a lot, but I have to say it and please don’t be mad! I didn’t force it!”

“Baby, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?!”

“It’s about Jerry.”

He didn’t say anything for a while. “Are you…”

“No I’m not cheating! At least not intentionally!”

“Then what happened? Tell me the truth.”

“Okay, I’ve been hanging out with Jerry because life has gotten really complicated and I knew I loved you so I didn’t think anything would come of it and I didn’t think I liked him anyway but a few days ago he played this amazing song and said he loved me and didn’t know what to say and I think I still love you but I don’t know and PLEASE don’t be mad at me!”

There was silence for a long time. I thought I heard him muttering under his breath.

“Please don’t be mad,” I said timidly.

Still no answer.

“I wouldn’t do this on purpose!”

Nothing.

“I still love you, I promise.”

“Really?” he asked, not sounding convinced.

I thought about it, going over what had happened. Did I want him to be hurt? Of course not! Would saying I loved him prevent that? Yes it would. Did I mean it? …I wasn’t saying yes.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me,” he said, sounding tortured. The next thing I heard was a dial tone.

Did I still love him? I had doubts.

Did I love “Jerry”?

I couldn’t love him! It wasn’t possible! What did that say about me? But the more I whined, the more I knew that I had feelings for him and not “Nick”. It was that simple.

I called “Jerry” and told him about the conversation. The more I talked to him, the more I knew he was the right choice. I had been pretending with “Nick”, and that could only lead to more suffering.

I’ve only been dating “Jerry” for a short time. I frequently think back to “Nick”, but in the long run, I think I’ll be happier this way. I just had to move on and let go of a relationship that I didn’t feel the same about.

There is not a happily ever after yet. This story has merely begun. Wherever it leads me, I’ll remember to do what I think is right. Pain is a part of life, but it doesn’t have to prevent love.

(Screen) Name: Oceiana

On October 14, 2009 I decided to tell the guy that I had liked for 3 years how I felt. From the moment I woke up I was planing what I would say to him. I had invited him to go to a haunted house for Holloween, 13th Gate.

We had been friends from the moment we met. His name is Terry. He was, and is, the best guy I’ve ever known.

I felt confident that day, I woke up and the first thought in my head was, “I’m going to tell him.” Terry had often been my first thought lately. It was now or never, I chose now. I talked to hime on the bus that morning and thought about him through my first three classes. I was talking with my friend on the way to my third class when my best friend asked me,”Do you have a thing for Terry?”

I told her, though I’d have rather it been a suprise. She jumped up and down in joy that I’d found someone that she aproved of and that I’d know and liked for so long. She told me how she’d started noticing how I act around him. It was something that I accepted easily, I had been with him more often and would stare at him.

So after explaining what I was going to do she decided that if I got to scared that she would make me do it. When lunch time came around two other friends came to me and I let them in on my secret. I looked for him for a while then found out from Terry’s close friend that he was in the band room (He plays the bass drum- witch I think is awesome because music is like my soul). So we- all three of my friends and me headed that way. When we got just outside of the door I stopped, my insides seemed to twist up. My friends nearly had to pick me up to get me in there.

“Can- can I talk with you Terry?” were the words that came out of my mouth. He nodded and came into the hallway with my friends and I.

“What’s up?” he asked and I couldn’t find my words I could only stare into his amazing clay-green eyes with star like shapes of a darker green.

My best friend cut in when I said nothing and, I hate to put it this way but, ruined it more than I could have. She said, “Terry, she has to tell you something! She has liked you for a while now, you know, like kidnergarden, likes you.” He stared at her like she’d just punched him in the face. Shock.

I felt my eyes tear up a little when he looked at me with pitty. He said, “I’m sorry but I only think of you as a friend.” I put on my best mask, smiling and saying that I was fine.

Later when I got on the bus he came and sat with me. He looked me in the eyes and asked, “Is what she said true.”

I looked away and nodded. I made a sound that let me know that he understood. I asked if he still wanted to go to the haunted house and he said that he “wouldn’t miss it.”

~flash foward~

Terry and I were in the back seat of my dad’s car on the way to the 13th Gate. After getting lost we finally found it as we walked to the etrance he let me hold his arm.

Through the whole thing I held his hand tightly. There was one part where a man with a chainsaw made him almost fall while I tried to run, still holding his hand…I didn’t get very far… Even after we got out he continued to hold my hand. The whole way to his house, which was 2 hours, he held my hand strokeing his thumb over my hand.

The next night he and my best friend came over for Holloween. We watched movies and played games. During the Corpse Bride he put his arm around me.

It was little signs that were showing that he was starting to feel the same about me. On the 8th of November I invited him to go to my little cousin’s b-day party. I finally gave him to the answer to his last riddle. The answer was lips…

We where playing in the boucey house, pushing each other down. When I pushed him down for the 3rd time he grabbed my arm and pulled me down. Our lips met in the most passionate kiss I’d ever had. That night he kissed me 12 times, yes I counted.

The next day at school, noting seemed to change. It nearly broke my heart. It was like that the whole week, I didn’t know what to do. I invited him to go see 2012 with me, he agreed.

November 14, 2009…

Through the movie, he held my hand would give me a quick kiss every once in a while. After the movie, while in the car he let me lay across his lap and would kiss me softly. My dad stopped at a store and got everyone a water. Terry took a sip of his water, leaned down and let it trickle into my mouth. I pulled away looking into my eyes and said, “I bet none of your other boyfriend did that.”

Xanadu by Rush began to play (A song about paradise. It was on a CD).

The shock must have shown on my face because he chukled and I asked, “Does that mean your finally my boyfriend.”

He smiled and nodded. I sat up and gave him a passionate kiss.

(Screen) Name: GirlRyuzaki

I spent many years searching for my prince charming. My expectations were high but beyond what I ever thought I deserved.
I had a first marraige based completely off of having children with my childrens father…it didn’t work!
One day about a year after my divorce I went to a gathering of friends and I saw a man who literaly took my breath away. The setting was open where each of us could speak at leisure and very comfortable. Brent began to speak and the whole room stopped to listen to him and what he had to say, at that moment I was swept off my feet before he’d even met me. At the end of the gathering I looked at him thinking he’s too good for you but just give it a shot. So I asked for his number, he gave it to me! From that point we talked every free moment we had.
I told him I had three children and he proceeded to tell me he did as well. Between us our six children ranged from two yrs old to seventeen yrs old.
I have no perfect way to explain how this all came together so perfectly, but we have now been together for six yrs with our six children and it is still wonderful! I am so happy and so blessed that some power greater than me made it possible for us to meet!
At the begining of this story I said I had high expectations of men, but what I found is, I would have sold myself so short by searching out those qualities I thought I wanted!
My hope for everyone in this world is to find this kind of love and realize that our typical version of “Prince Charming” is not even comparable to real love!

(Screen) Name: Gratefullady