I had been working @ my job for 4 months when this guy had walked up to me an asked me out on date. I had turned him down, but then he kept pursuing me which I thought was kind of romantic. What actually had me interested was that he was sweet , had a sense of humor, but not only that it was his name & the many things that just kept adding up. I had finally said yes & we went ou on our first date 12/06/2008. We have been together everyday since then. It was fate that brought us together. My name is Kelly & so is his. Our last name used to be the same & my first marriage was on his bday. We get along so great, we have so much in common. He is such a loving & kind man to my children & I. I don’t know where I would be w/out him. Every time I hear the song ‘Bless the broken road’ by Rascall Flatts it reminds me of how long it took me to find someone just like him. i would not give up any minute we have had together. On our 2nd anniversary he had suprised me w/ a bouquet of long stem red roses in one hand & the other a dark pink sapphire engagement ring(b/c he knows that is my favorite color). It is nice to finally have a man in my life that gets me. Next year we will be married in Vegas at the very top of the Eiffel Tower.

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When I was a junior in high school, I hosted a Belgian exchange student as part of my high school’s exchange program. I was much more interested in going to Belgium, but unfortunately not enough Americans signed up to go there, so I was stuck just hosting.

When the Belgians arrived, we all made small talk and then took our respective students home. We all became pretty good friends over the course of that week, but seeing as they were only there for eight days, I didn’t expect much of anything to happen with one student in particular. His name was Joerie. He was tall, with brown curly hair and beautiful green eyes. His sense of humor was so similar to mine and I loved his crooked smile.

At the end of that week, the volcano in Iceland erupted and the Belgians found out that their flight home was cancelled. The next flight they could get for the whole group was the following Sunday. That meant another week with Joerie! I couldn’t believe it. That night the whole group had a party to celebrate the extra week we had together. Joerie and I took a walk and talked for hours and hours about everything from family to school to sports to religion and so much more. When we decided to head back to the house, he kissed me for the first time. It was the best kiss of my life.

The next week was the happiest of my life. Because the exchange coordinators hadn’t planned on the extra week, the students just followed us to class every day. Even though I wasn’t hosting Joerie, he came to all my classes and I often drove him to his host’s house at the end of the day. For the first time in my life I felt as though this was someone I could really be with. My favorite part of that week was Friday afternoon when we walked out of the school building to the parking lot and Joerie took my hand even though there were hundreds of other students outside. Who else was going to understand the foreign exchange student and the host together? A lot of people shouted and clapped, a few snotty girls looked shocked and whispered as we passed, but I didn’t care.

A few days later, the students went back to Belgium. Leaving Joerie at the airport was the most heart breaking thing I’d ever had to do. We promised to keep in touch and I promised to get enough people to travel to Belgium the following year.

The following year passed by slowly for me. Joerie and I exchanged a few letters and emails. By the end of the summer he had a new girlfriend according to Facebook, which I took as my cue to get over it already. I dated a few people throughout my senior year, but coincidentally ended up single right before the trip to Belgium! I noticed that Joerie was also newly single right before my trip as well.

After a year of planning and fantasizing about how it would be to see Joerie again for the first time, I was finally going to see him. On the train ride from London to Brussels, I couldn’t sit still. My friends joked that we would get married one day and I would live in Belgium with him. It didn’t sound half bad to me…

When I did finally see him, my dreams came crashing down around me. He barely spoke to me during the week I was there. He was in college a few towns away but he kept taking the train back to the town where he was from and I was staying. I was so confused. He kept visiting, but only ever talked to me about the weather and school. I was heartbroken. Here I was, half way around the planet basically to see him, and it was as though we had never met.

It wasn’t until the last night before I left the country that I got was I was looking for. Joerie had classes the next morning but nevertheless he took the train back to town to see me one more time. He brought a bag of gifts too. There was a jar of Nutella, some Belgian chocolates and an “I heart Barcelona” t-shirt. I had mentioned that I’d been to Spain but not Barcelona one in passing the year before and not only did he remember, but he went there and got my a shirt. I couldn’t believe it. I was even more confused now. We caught up that night and he apologized for not talking to me more about important things earlier. He said that he didn’t know how I would react or whether I felt the same as he did. Of course, we couldn’t just stay together but we did promise to keep in touch and see how things went for the future.

Now, I’m in college studying English Education with the intention of living in Europe (Belgium!) and teaching English there. Joerie and I talk on a regular basis and are both trying to figure out our future together. Never in a million years did I expect to be preparing to leave my life in Baltimore to spend my life with some European boy, but I am!

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I always thought that the one that got away, or the long lost high school love would ever come back in my life until the day he found me again. I’m positive that it was not by chance or luck..but rather now I believe in fate or destiny was a key player. It was there all the time, signs and clues…but I didn’t understand them, I didn’t know what it meant till now. Now reflecting on all the little signs that was there all along I feel at times jealous and robbed of what could have been or rather should have been. Instead someone else was loving and living the life with Dean that I should have had all along. My biggest regret when I die will be that I failed to pay attention to those signs and go with my instincts and to ignore the fears. It only took me 17 years to finally ignore them and take the long leap of faith when the words came over a small chat window. It was him….it was Dean. After ignoring his plea to join the Navy with him…and failing to reply to a lost love letter…there he was again. We had both married, had kids and had spouses that failed us. I understand it was because it was supposed to be this way. Even though it is later in life that this took place, I have to believe their is a solid reason why it has. Sitting at my computer..wondering where my life would end up, I wondered how Dean was doing, if he was happy or still married, and I thought what if I had taken that leap…gosh what if. I take a deep breath knowing….just knowing that my whole world, my whole life would have been different. And so…he started to ask how I was. I’m not sure exactly what exact words he said in the beginning…but when I said I was divorced and alone, lonely and wondering what to do….I could almost feel like him reaching me through the computer and then conveyed words I never thought I’d see a man ever tell me. He said….”I’ve always loved you, I’ve loved you as long as I can remember and always wondered about you. I’ve never stopped loving you.” I think when I read this I stopped breathing for a minute,taking it all in. Overwhelmed,excited,in awe. I felt something at that very moment…something in me changed instantly. I don’t know if I can even explain it its like chemical or pyschological…that instantly linked me to Dean. I swore to myself at that moment to not ignore him again, to put any fears or thoughts that may come up on a shelf for good, to just go with it. Dean and I talked more and it was like opening a new door. I felt this spark inside me again start to burn. The essence of my life was back. Instantly Dean gave me meaning to living. I had two children and love them dearly, but it wasn’t enough sadly. I needed this, I needed Dean. In listening to him..I began to see he needed me all along too. We found through converstations that started through the internet and then by phone what those ‘missed’ signs were. we found that we had known each other as little kids, whom just happened to be in the same place at the same time. Like ships passing each other, only ending up in the same place and time again and again. When we tried to make an attempt at a connection…something else was preventing it, trying to de-rail fate. That something was Fear. It won the first round. Coming back to the present,thru the beauty of technology I bought a web cam and we skyped for the first time. Time had changed both our looks since high school,but it didn’t matter. When I saw his eyes they were the same. When I looked in them, I loved him instantly. I knew he was my soul mate, the one that I thought had gone away…that I would always wonder about and hoped to reconnect with. The one that I want to spend my forever with without a single fear. It wasn’t long before we planned our first weekend, where he flew in to see me for the first time in that seventeen years. I was so excited that day waiting in the airport I thought I’d faint. It was everything I ever hoped for and then some. Shortly after that wonderful weekend…I decided to take a gigantic leap with no regrets and to pick up my whole life and children and move across the country to be with him. I couldn’t bare another minute without him anymore. Seventeen years had already been robbed and was too long. I had and have alot making up to do. Everyday is fantastic now cause no longer do I wonder. No longer do I sit a computer longing for Dean. I see his eyes everymorning and everynight. No more fears, no more nightmares. Every moment I am touched by Dean is a gift, every day is a reward. I did not believe in soul mates before I met Dean. But after the many converstations and the missed signs, I realize now it does and can exist. I’m not sure that everyone has a soul mate, perhaps only those who where chosen to have one. I feel fortunate and lucky I was chosen. Dean chose me, and I chose him. Forever.

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i am a college student. i met my lover dinesh. he was saw me.i am called to him.he responsed me. one day i told my love , but he said i don’t love you, first you will study well. ten months after one more i give one gift for him. but he don’t get that.i will suicide in three or four days

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I may be young, but I’m wiser than you may think. It may seem like I haven’t experienced anything but…I’m 14 and I’ve seen slot from the world. I guess that’s how I should start. Even tho thats not the beginning.

It all started near the end of middle school. My friends and I always eat lunch together through our shared interest of anime, manga, drawing, and cosplay. I remember them clearly, all the good times we had. One day, one of my friends brought another girl she knew to the table. She was solemn and a bit dark. She looked like she found it painful to smile. I wanted to fix that but, she wanted to fix me. At that time, I was hiding deep pains in my heart. But with the fun I was having I thought the scars would heal or be forgotten. Absentmindedly, I told her about them. She pledged her service to me, something I didn’t want. It actually surprised me. I thought no one would care like that in this world. I began to grow on her, not only to try and repay but to discover why she was so giving of her own freedom. …I thought I was in love with her. (Yes, I had felt love before. Crushes, with family, ect.) I told her I was in love with her so, we started to try to be a couple. I felt like I was lying to her. Like I was just holding her down. So it only lasted a few days before I told her I would rather be her sister than her lover. She said the same. It was a relief.

Now, I had a ‘best friend,’ if you would. She was modest, she loved acting and anything about england. She played the viola and worked her hardest. I had no talents but our friendship was based on the fact that our names were almost the same commonly. Around that time, I felt as if we weren’t really…cooperating well. I started to feel like a tool or a shadow more than a friend. A person to steal ideas from or get a quick tip from. Someone you could easily forget and throw away, which has happened more than once. So, to soften the blow of losing someone close, I started to cut off our friendship, bit by bit, slowly. Sadly, it couldn’t save me from what happened next.

I remember that night clearly. I had decided to host a sleepover so I invited my ‘best friend’ and my other friend over. ( She still considered me her best friend.) what happened that night hurt me. It was my house, my neighbor hood, and I do my best to be a good host. But they were to caught up in each other than they ignored me. I didn’t see it as much and passed it by but, in the back of my mind, it hurt me down to my heart. The next night, I was in a chatroom waiting for my ‘best friend’ to arrive when I fell asleep. Kinda cliche, huh? When I woke up, I read the conversation I had missed and learnt the truth. The two friends had started going out,andmy so-called ‘best friend’ didn’t have the decency to tell me at my house to my face but, to a total stranger over the Internet. That broke my heart and so, a long, painful battle began.

Different thoughts painted my head with one single question. Why? Why, why, why? Why did she trust someone she hardly knew than one she knew and saw face to face everyday. It didn’t make sense. It’s painful to try and explain in detail, and even if I did, you have a chance of not understanding no matter how smart or wise you are. But at the end of that battle, I was mentally broken. I no longer had friends. Everyone was either against me or had ignored everything passing it off as not their problem. Few people tried. And Maria was one of the few.

Before, my ‘best friend’ has introduced me to a chatroom fro roleplay. That was where I first met Maria. If ‘best friend’ is reading this I just want to say,’ Thank you and eat my sh*t.’ Maria had been one of the spectators of the battle and had acquired my number by ‘best friend.’ She was worried about me, for I had disappeared and ran away from the sourse of the pain, the Internet. I brushed her off and told her to go away because she didn’t care either. I thought to her, it was the same to the rest of them; a show that I had put on to watch. But she wouldn’t go. I turned away from her and everyone else.

However, maybe a week or so later, I came back. Someone hurt and with few to turn to, shouldn’t be alone. I knew that. So, I simply just took her as someone to talk to. I was caucious. I didn’t want to be hurt again. Not only that but this was a person I only knew from chat. Someone still connected to the enemy and might be just a spy. A week after I started talking to her tho, she started to tell me things. She told me she loved me. Believe me, I was thinking the same thing you are thinking right now probably. ‘ You don’t love me,’ I told her,’ You just want to…’ I didn’t really have anything to put in that line. She wasn’t a spy so, why was she here other than to be here? Protect? Help? I thought nothing of the sort and ignored her ‘feelings’. Besides, love after a love after a war? Doesn’t make sense, does it?

You see, if you had ever wanted to be in a relationship with me, you had to play a game. ‘The game’ as i called it, was probably just me looking for key traits of a person, feelings strong enough for me to believe, or maybe actions done out of emotion. I don’t know exactly but the point was to find someone I could trust with my life and my heart. Those who won the game, won my heart. Once you’ve met me, you start playing the game.

Maria and my friend had both practically flew through the game. However, it seemed like my friend either forced her way through or I just let her in. Maria, however, was different. She was gentle and she progressed so quickly and was so close that she was scaring me. She gave me words of comfort when horrible memories flooded my head. One day, she came to me crying. She had stood up to my ‘best friend’, was critized and left the chatroom. She had done it for me. Me. I, surely, throughout she was crazy but, I came closer to thinking,’ Maybe she really did love me.’ It would explain her sacrifices and her tenderness. Maria truly was one of a kind.

The best night of my life, She said I love you. I believed her. I truly believed her. She had won the game and it wasn’t long until I said,’ I love you too.’

It may seem very cliche, sappy, and dramatic but, these events actually happened.

There are problems tho… You see, I live four states away from Maria. Maria lives four states away from me. We’re both bi, we’re both 14, and we’ve never met. Our mothers both don’t approve. They would never say it of course. Her mother thinks it’s a phase; my mother says because of distance it’ll never work. I talk to Maria everyday. Virtually, we hug and kiss, we tell each other how much we love each other, we laugh and sing, we chase each others fears and wipe away the tears, virtually we’re together. But it cannot cease the longing to actually be with Maria. A warm body next to mine, a hand to hold. A moving, breathing face. I long to see her smile.

Maria and I have been together 3 months. I could careless what you adults think or say. These have been the happiest 3 months I’ve ever had. I hope to spend many, many more days just talking to Maria. I can’t wait to show her the things she has never seen. Snow, for one. Right now, I want, more than anything, to be with Maria. But the fates are cruel that way. I have to go to school and see ‘best friend’ everyday, but I get to come home to talk to my real best friend and my lover. Maria. Watashi wa anata o aishite, Maria. I’ll wait as long as it takes to be in your arms.

This is a sad story of heartache and revival, but it’s also a story that hasn’t ended yet.

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Reading the love stories from a younger generation,
I had to post this advise. Girls give the staight laced NERD a chance. You know the one guy who has a crush on you that you would “never” hangout with.
The one who ask you to homecoming every year.
He will be The one in 30 years you realize you should have married. It will be too late, and your life would have been a fairy tale had you not been so shallow. I am speaking from experience. I am friends w/ my nerd now and would marry him in a heartbeat.

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for this guy. God, I’ve known him for less than 3 months, and he was halfway across the world most of the time. I hung out with him for the first time alone today, we did exactly what I’d hoped. I had a feeling that we would chill, despite him saying he couldn’t. I took 20 minutes to text back once and he called me and said he was coming to pick me up. I got sexified and when I got in the car he was just like “DAMN you’re sexy as fuck” , something about my hair…thank you shiny serum lol. He started joking about how my sister said she had the best tits in the world, but he said I had the best legs. We rolled a doobie of some dank, watched the beautiful sunset. It was so orange and vivid and the clouds were in rows as the sun was setting around 7 pm, it was just gorgeous. “It’s for us,” 🙂 we smoked it on his balcony and I almost immediately felt high. It felt so good to have him standing so close to me, holding the roach for me, watching the sunset. Talking and smoking cigarettes. I called Karen while he took a shower and he came out with his big white robe on “What are you, Rocky Balboa?” and then we fucked. No, it was more like making love. It wasn’t just hot and sexy, it was just so much like…soul therapy, I don’t know. I needed it. I missed it. The quickie in his car didn’t suffice. This was sensual and deep and he worked it so good and he looked in my eyes. When I rode him he held my hands and entwined our fingers. I love when I lean into him and he wraps his hands so tight around my waist and pulls me as close as he can into him, and just hits it so deep. God damn, this boy. The sexiest noises come out of his mouth. Best I’ve ever had. He said the same. We held each other afterwards, “I haven’t slept with you in so long”. Tracing patterns on his skin, his arms wrapped around me, kissing my cheeks, my arms, my lips. I’m falling for him, I really am. I’m not even going to stop myself, it’s uncontrollable. We couldn’t take much longer before we got horny again, that’s when I rode him so well. So close to the O, but the way I moan and the way my pussy tightens, he thinks I did anyway. God knows I still love it. We smoked another cigarette, and he joked about being friends for a year and not having sex. I couldn’t do that, neither could he. He made me Persian food – same noodles as last time. We watched Friday and Face Off. I love when he randomly kisses me on the cheek, it makes me smile. The things he does are so boyfriend-material. I wish he could be mine. He makes me laugh, we laughed a lot tonight. When he was waiting outside for me to get him black tea for his lungs, the goodbye kiss was…something else. The best kiss i’ve ever had. Goodbye kisses are so slow and sweet, and a little bit sad. But so romantic. God, it was just so slow and sweet, I can’t describe it any better…it was so meaningful, he was talking to me with his lips, he was making love to me with his lips. I wish I could fall asleep in his arms.

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This is actually far from over. In Fact, It has only has just begun. I’ve been best friends with this girl since freshman year in high school. Actually, i hated her in the beginning because so was so damn annoying. shes still annoying but thats later. Now we’re freshman in college and shes off at mMizzou in Columbia, Missouri. And me,well, I’m stuck back home in Saint Peters going to the community college. I didn’t do too well in high school. Anyway, over the summer we became distant. she was busy with her boyfriend but mostly i was too busy getting drunk or stoned. she got sick of being around it all the time. and at the time it didn’t bother me because again, i was caught up in things that shouldn’t of mattered. And it came close to the end of the summer and i had a lot of friends leaving town for college so i decided to throw a going away party. that night she broke up with her boyfriend before coming over and we ended up getting pretty drunk. we start flirting. And kissing each others necks.
then next thing i know shes talking to my friend jordan saying she wants to have sex with him. and i get mad. well not just mad, i was furious. and i didn’t know why. I tried justifying it by telling myself i was just drunk. Or that i was just being the brother figure i usually am. but somehow at the end of the night me and her ended up laying in my bed together. we started talking, and she was apologizing for upsetting me. i told her it was ok but joked around, giving her crap for leading me on. and for some odd reason i tell her its probably best we didn’t hook up( not a guy thing to do), and that its better we wait til it means something. then we joke around getting married if we can’t find anyone better. well the joke lasted briefly. it started becoming a reality in my head. i got used to the idea of it. the next morning i woke up to her in my arms. and it was the greatest feeling in the world. it was then i realized i was in trouble. With the alcohol out of my system i knew that this was just more then a drunken sex escapade. that night another friend was having a graduation party. she was there of course. we chatted for a bit. she was getting ready to leave by the time i got there and i told her i needed to tell her something later. so she just me to stop by her house when i was leaving the party. the journey there had obstacles of its own. i stopped by my house to grab a pack of cigarettes, and when i try the start my car it dies. i wait thirty minutes trying to start my car and it finally starts. and then i set my phone in the cup holder where for some reason has a puddle of water. so my phones freaking out and turning on and off. I had to get a hold of her when i got there because her parents were sleeping and she didn’t want to wake them up. so I prayed to god for a miracle. what else was i supposed to do. I don’t know if it was god or just luck but my phone turned on long enough to contact her. and then never came back on. so i end up at her house outside in the fron talking. I’m apologizing to her for not being the friend i should of been. and for getting so mad the other night. and told her she needed to promise me we’ll never loose touch. I did come close to telling her i love her, but it just wouldn’t come out. so i go my separate way for the night. And now for the Third night she comes over after i get back from a family birthday. and once again we lay in my bed together watching movies, intertwining fingers. are bodies were so close at one point we had to take the blanket off. she ended up leaving around two in the morning. and as i watched her drive i realized this girl had stolen my mind. she had opened up my eyes and my life would never be the same again. the following week she went off to college and things calmed down a bit. i just tried to focus on school and work as much as possible. and she’d come home every weekend and things we intensify each time she came back. now its been about a month since this whole conundrum started. Its sunday, September 11th at 2:16 am and two nights ago she came back for Chads birthday and i’m not sure but i think she had sex with jordan the guy from the beginning of this bullshit. now i have no idea what to do. these i don’t feel like a sane man. my mind is tearing itself apart. and i feel like my whole body is giving up on me. i can’t eat. i can’t sleep without dreaming about her so I’ve suppressed myself from falling asleep. my chest aches constantly longing for the brush of her tender,soft hands. I’m in big trouble. but this story does have a happy ending. like i said earlier i barely made it out of high school. college was not on my mind. but now, i’m going to school to be a highschool history teacher. possibly a college professor. and i’ll be heading down to mizzou in the next two years. so maybe its too early in the day to close the chapter on her. all though as of right now shes sleeping with frat guys she doesn’t even know. i don’t think i can stop being in love with her, no matter what she or i does. so we’ll see. we’ve got twelve years to figure it out. thats when we’re getting married.

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Well where do I begin . I met Nathan in September 2010 . We never talked or anything . He liked me , but I didn’t notice him at all . I didn’t care for him one bit , nor did I pay attention . It wasn’t until March 20th 2011 . That he actually started talking to me . It was on Facebook . He sent me a request , & I accepted cause he was my old friend’s boyfriend . & I knew him . He started talking to him , and well I thought he was really annoying . But then a few days later, He started talking to me again. He gave me his number , and I texted him so he would have mine . We texted 24/7 . I never texted him first , & when I wouldn’t text back he would keep texting . But I was okay with that . Autumm (his girlfriend & my friend) stopped talking to me . She was jealous , I didn’t like Nathan , but he liked me . And at first I didn’t know . But he had to pretend he wasn’t talking 2 me , just so Autumm wouldn’t be jealous . We finally talked on the phone . He said I sounded like a 10 year old . Or a squirrel . Which is true . But he eventually told me , my voice was cute . The more we talked , & the more pictures he sent , I’ve grown to like him . But there was a problem , He was to obsessed with Autumm , & I liked this dude Glenn . Eventually me & Glenn started dating . Nathan tried breaking us up . And eventually we did . Me & Glenn were better as friends , & I liked Nathan … a lot . But he still didn’t break up with Autumm . We both had feelings for each other , strong strong feelings . Like when I got my blue highlights , and I walked into the school building , I looked into his classroom , He almost broke his neck to look(: . Finally , One day I was going 2 the movies to see Scream 4 . He wanted to come , so my mom said as long as he got a ride he could . Well he did get a ride , and we were at my house for like 4 hours until we left for the movie . He kept asking if he could kiss me , I said no cause he was dating this girl Autumm . But he said he’d break up with her for me . I still wouldn’t kiss him , Cause it wasn’t official yet . But we watched a movie , Prom Night . & He was too busy paying attention 2 me , and not the movie . He was saying how the girl in the movie was ugly , I thought he was crazy for liking me and not her . Nathan always called me Gorgeous , & Beautiful & Cute & Pretty . Basically everything , it was sweet . Anyways we finally went to the movies . He wanted to kiss me , & he was broken up with Autumm . So after a few minutes into the movie , I wouldn’t kiss him cause I was shy , and he was making all these moves , getting closer and stuff . He wanted to kiss me .. Bad . I wouldn’t cause I was scared , it wasn’t my first kiss . But still . Finally , He took my head, & pulled it closer by his face , And he kissed me . I pulled away quick & said there. He got angry and said I wanna kiss you ! And i said you did kiss me .! And he said No , That kiss was crap . We kissed one more time at the movie theater I think , he wanted to kiss again , and took my phone and said I couldn’t get it back until I kissed him , I didn’t kiss him again , but he gave me my phone back at the end of the movie , but he was mad . We got in the car , and it was like playing a soundtrack of our night . First the reason & then E.T. When we got back 2 my house , he went upstairs and layed on my bed he was mad . I sat down at the end of the bed . & he got up and started kissing me , over & over again . He had to go cause his dad was on his way , he went half way down the stairs , then came back up to kiss me one more time , he didn’t wanna leave . He left , but I had to shut my gate , he didn’t leave yet , I was gonna kiss him bye , but my dad was watching . So we just said bye , then texted the rest of the night (: . Well we dated 2 months . I loved him . & I thought he loved me , But it was all a lie I guess .He always said I was his everything , and if he lost me he would kill himself , cause I was all he had , and he thought he had everything cuz of me , and if he lost me then he wouldn’t have everything . But then .. June 28th . We broke up , I broke up with him cause he started not caring about me , cause he started talking 2 girls again , so he no longer cared . He said he didn’t love me anymore and that he had no feelings for me , but yet , he wanted to be my friend . He grew feelings for my cousin Jessica . It hurt . They dated twice behind my back , Jessica lied to me . Nathan lied to me . I stopped talking 2 them . They hurt me . And i’m never talking 2 either of them again . I really loved Nathan , but i was stabbed in the back by my closest cousin & my ex boyfriend who i loved a lot . So love … Fucked up man . Getting hurt , doesn’t feel to great . But fuck them both , Next time I see them their both getting punched in the face. So people , Don’t fall in love , Look what happened 2 me D: , FML ! . & Yesh , Nathan was my first love , & I hoped with everything he would be my last , But things don’t work out that way I guess & thats what we have to live with .Screw It . =(

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Everything seemed as usual. Didn’t know why still felt sleepy. I was felling lazy or I was too tired, i didn’t know. I felt hard even to open my eyes. i was quite sure i was going to miss my college. It started from six in the morning. I had to get up .
“What? “
Everything was different. It was not my room. I didn’t know where i was. I was alone and i could see the door closed. Had someone kidnapped me?
Suddenly the door opened . A woman in her fifties enters. I could say by her expression that she was happy to find me awake. I have never seen her in my life. She was increasing my horror. I had to ask her where i was.
Before i could ask her anything she shouted.
“kriti is awake”.
I didn’t know how she knew my name. Four-five people burst in. They were certainly not kidnappers but who could they be. They were frightening me without doing anything. I found my friend there, Sudhir in that crowd.. I was happy or was i relieved. I did not know, but i was certainly secured…………………..
Sudhir was my college friend, not from bachelors but from intermediate level. we both were biology students back then. We were good friends or I better say he was my best friend. We spoke for the first time when the teacher assigned us to the same group. I was not happy. I disliked people who were reserved. I felt bored. But eventually, he opened up. We made good friends. We used to go to movies and shopping. Life was much easier with him. Friends used to tease us saying we acted as friends but we were in love. Only Sudhir and I knew we were the best buddies but love was certainly not in the air. We were like family to each other and we both were happy to be friends, nothing more. After two years he started his MBBS and I changed my faculty to business.
We met fewer after that. He was busy with his studies; I was busy in my own life. When I was doing my graduates (bachelor), I fell in love with Ashish. Ashish was in my class and I really adored him. The best thing that I loved about him was he was intelligent. He was handsome and the most important thing he loved me too……………………………….

“Sudhir, where am i?”
Sudhir felt uncomfortable or it was that expression that I asked something that I should not have. He suddenly moved to my side and holding my hand asked, you are in the hospital dear.” “Everything is fine… You are back”. I could see tears in his eyes and he was making the scene more complicated…
“Hospital? Sudhir? What am I doing here? And who are all these people?” a small boy who looked like four to five years started to cry. Was I shouting too hard that the small boy was frightened, I didn’t know?
The boy started to cry louder
“Mommy, mommy” ……………………… why was he crying? And why is he calling me mummy?
“Help me god, where am i?” suddenly my parents burst in. My mom was half crying and half laughing. I shouted “whats the matter mom why are you crying?”……………………………….

“Would someone tell what the hell is going here?” I shouted….. “What am I doing here?”
Everyone kept silent except the small boy. Everyone was shocked. I heard the old women who came to the room first talk to Sudhir “she does not remember ….the head injury”
I found all the eyes fixed to me. The head injury??…. I felt something heavy in my head, I just put my right hand to my head and felt bandages around my forehead……………
“Mom, whats going on here and who are these people and why is that boy crying?”
My mom moved a little, I could clearly say from her expression that something had happened.
Mom, “ kriti, don’t you remember your accident. You had a car accident yesterday. The doctor said that the injury was serious You have just come to your sense…”
“I don’t know mom what you are talking, I just want to go home.” “please take me home”…..
She turned to Sudhir as if asking his permission. Sudhir asked in a low voice, “kriti, don’t you remember anything?”
Me, “ what anything?”… “ Sudhir, whats going on here, please.”
Sudhir turned out to others and asked them to move out of the room. The small boy was clinging in his hand, still crying…. My mom took the small boy out of the room. Sudhir shut the door and sat beside me. The room seemed spacious now.
Sudhir came to my side. “We were married six years ago and that boy who was just crying is our son.”
Everything was moving in my head. “ I don’t remember….. how could we marry and what about Ashish?”……………………
Where was Ashish?
He could not reply. He just stayed still. My mom entered the room and called sudhir for a moment. I didn’t hear what they talked, but I knew certainly that I was going mad..
My mom entered the room again, “let’s go home dear”. Finally someone spoke the exact words I wanted to hear. ….
Sudhir came into the room and said “Don’t worry kriti everythings going to be fine”
Was he giving me hope or was it for himself. I never knew.
The small boy entered into the room and said, “I want to go with mummy.” Sudhir exclaimed, “We will go to your grandmother’s home tomorrow.” I stared at them because I didn’t know how to react. The boy stared at me for a long time. I felt thrilled. My parents planned to take me home. They didn’t want to stress me.

In the car I asked my parents many things but they gave me the same answer every time. “We will talk about this after we reach home.”
Everything seemed as before. My room was changed to guest’s room. But I was happy to be back. I asked her many questions and found that I had a terrible accident. The doctors were suspicious that I would be suffering from memory loss. And that came true. I asked my mom what I have missed.. She told me I turned to thirty this winter.
I only remembered that I was still on my college and was trying for abroad for higher studies after that. I have lost eight years from my life. I wanted to close my eyes and wake up to find it was a bad dream……

I didn’t realize when I felt asleep. It must have been the medicines I suppose. When I woke up, I found Sudhir beside me. As I opened my eyes he asked, “How are you feeling?”
This was certainly not the dream I was sure now. I asked him how long I was asleep. He told me it’s six in the evening. I have been sleeping for a long time. He was very calm. I asked where I stand now. He started his story from our marriage to my profession and ended it on Ayush, my son as trying to keep the story shorter. But I needed the full story. He told me that Ayush turned to 5 last January.
I jumped out of the bed and pulled my t-shirt up. I wanted to check if I had any scars in my stomach. He laughed. There was a scar and sudhir said that it was the operation that was done almost five years back….. When I gave birth to ayush. This was certainly not a dream. But I definitely wanted it to be.
I really wanted to ask about Ashish. Ashish and I had decided to go abroad together and were planning to get married. I could not found any reasonable answers to marry sudhir. We were no more than friends then. We were close but I was in love with Ashish and Sudhir had a girlfriend too. He told me manytimes, that he was very serious with his relation and he would give up everything to be with her.
I asked, “ what about Ashish?”
Sudhir smiled a bit, “ you never wanted to hear his name and today you are asking me about him. Good heavens.”
He started, “ you broke up with him and we decided to get married, its simple.” I knew he was hiding many things. , but didn’t know why was he keeping them away from me.
I asked, “ we were friends till I remember, how come I ended marrying with you.”
He laughed, “ I am sorry to disappoint you if……”
“ no, I didn’t mean to say that.” I exclaimed.
I didn’t wanted to ask anything but I wanted every answers. Sudhir was not ready to give my answers……. But I waited patiently. I wanted to appear as calm as I could. My mom entered my room and Sudhir stood up. He asked for leave and promised to be back tomorrow to answer all my questions.

Things were getting more complicated and my queries were making the situation worse.
The morning was good. Things seemed to settle down a bit. I was eager to see Sudhir because he was the only one who would answer. Now and then, I kept thinking about the small boy Ayush who was said to be my son. I was having my breakfast in my room when he arrived. He entered the room.
Sudhir, “how are you feeling? And your head, do you feel any pain?”
I replied that I was much better now.
Slowly I gathered my courage and asked, “Sudhir, till I remember everything was going well between you and sital. You planned to get married with her. So what …..happened?”sudhir started, “ well everything was going well but we broke up. Or I better say she left me.”
I listened carefully. Sudhir said, “ well she left me because she found that I was not her type, I was too…………… .”
My memories went back to my past. I had met her couples of time and they seemed a perfect couple to me. She was beautiful. She was absolutely his type. If they would have married they would make a perfect couple. But what went wrong?
“ another guy?”
Sudhir exclaimed, “ ye……. Past memories are bitter.”
“ they are more bitter when they vanish.”
I was curious about Ashish. I started, “what about ashish?”
He stared for a long time and said, “ well you figured out that he didn’t deserve you. So you moved on.”
I kept listening. My eyes forced him to tell the whole story. “ you both were planning to go abroad but you found that he was flirting with a girl who happened to be his ex. You really tried to solve this problem but you ended in tears. You would hardly pick up your phone or contact any of your friends. I thought you needed to be alone but this was not the case. You told me afterwards that you had a wild fight with him. Things went a bit crazy. This guy was not your mr. perfect. I would call him mad. I even called him to know what was going wrong . but that bastard swore to me. I was even threatened not to speak on your behalf. The moment I told you, you were on fire. You called him and the never ending fighting started.”
He smiled, “ you know your anger, but that guy was pathetic. He called at your house and threatened you. He made your situation worse. But you were determined that time. You were ready to suffer but not ready to compromise. You hated that person. You told me that you are going to kill him. Well the good thing that happened was you got your visa and you went to do your masters ….. in scholarship. I adored you for your achievements , though your condition was critical but you never compromised with your studies. You were the bookworm from the very beginning and your books acted as your friends in your hard times. Then, you went away and we just used to talk fewer than ever. You and your friend shared a flat there and it was realy nice.”
The story was talking me along with it. I wanted to forget about Ashish. That topic of ashish was now closed never to be opened for the rest of my life.
I asked, “ where did I go and how do you know that my flat was nice?”
Sudhir gave a smile, “ you went to texas .well I happened to come there for my holidays….. it was a medical program and I was chosen so I went to participate. I stayed at your place for a week and we enjoyed a lot. Your friend had gone for a vacation with her boyfriend. And I cooked food for you.”
I smiled because I could not imagine what food he would have cooked, I knew well he was not a good cook.
“Continue please.”
Sudhir started again, “I was a broken glass with missing pieces and you matched well with me. I was happy to have found you. I was going through a tough time. I have just been broken down by Sital and you were there for me. your example, how you stood up, that gave me hope. Every time I was sad I remembered about you. You were my miss. Saver.”
I smiled. “well sudhir, I am happy to be called as miss. Saver.”
Sudhir laughed too and said in a soft voice, “Well I have talked with your senior and asked for your leave. They were not happy to hear that. You were one of the best employees they had…….”
His mobile phone rang… “Hello this is Dr. Sudhir speaking.”
The person said something from the other side and he said that he will be there shortly. He looked at me and I said, “Dr. Sudhir, what happened.” He smiled. He said that there was emergency and he had to go. I really wanted to hear the full story but the time was not in my hand.
Sudhir gave me my cellphone. He showed me his no. and asked to call if anything happens. The days past slowly. My mom told me about how I returned back after finishing my studies. She told me that she recommended many guys for marriage but I always said NO. it was one day, when I suddenly came home and told her that I wanted to get married with Sudhir. They were happy that I finally decided to settle down. They were happy with my decision but they were still not sure why I wanted to do so.
I was really desperate to know the truth. What was the reason behind the marriage?
Next day, Sudhir came and he was a bit tensed. He changed my bandage and I asked, “whats the matter Sudhir, everything alrite?”
Sudhir replied. “ yes everything is fine but there are some of my close relatives who would like to meet you or they want see how you are doing after the accident.”
I said in a loud voice, “ you are forgetting something Sudhir I don’t remember any of your relatives.”
“ I know that kriti, I am well aware of it.”
“ so. Sudhir what should I do?.”
Sudhir gazed at the wall for some time and said, “ they know about you, that wouldnt be a problem. They know, you don’t remember them. They just want to see you and Ayush wants to spend some time with you.”
Ayush was my son. Though I didn’t remember, I had some duties towards him.
“ ok sudhir, I am going to meet them but I cant assure you that i maynt get scared to meet strangers.”
Sudhir smile. He assured me it will be for couples for hour and he would drop me back home.
The moment I entered the house everyone came forward. Sudhir started introducing everyone: his father , mother, cousins, his father’s cousin ………………….
And then came Ayush running. He clung to me. I didn’t know how to react so I stared at Sudhir. Sudhir understood, he picked the boy up to his arms. Ayush was happy to see me but I was scared. I should not do anything that may create a negative impact on the child. His relatives didn’t ask me anything. I thought it was the clear instruction from Sudhir. I had my lunch there and Sudhir’s mom wanted me to have dinner too. I could not say no.
The relatives left and after the dinner, Sudhir and Ayush sat with me. Ayush was busy with his toys. Now and then he would show me his toys. Ayush got up and said, “ mommy , I am feeling sleepy, I want to sleep.”
Sudhir came forward and took him to the bedroom. I followed them because I had nothing to do. It was raining outside. And the temperature was pleasant. Ayush laid down and said, “ mommy come.”
I did what I was asked to. He hugged me and hid his face in my chest. The next moment Sudhir sang a soft song and after a while Ayush was fast asleep. I saw my pictures on the wall. One was my wedding photo and the next was with Ayush. I slowly rose from the bed and approached the wall where the photos were hung. I touched them as if I could remember those moments but nothing happened. Sudhir stood beside me. He touched the photo too and in a deep voice said, “ I miss my wife.”
I could not comment, I just kept quite. I reminded that he promised to drop me back home. His expressions faded away. It was raining hard and he suggested that it would be better if I stayed for the night. He would sleep in the guest room and I could sleep with ayush. I really wanted to say no but when I saw Ayush’s face, I couldnot. There was something pulling me towards him. I said ok.
We moved to the TV room and started to talk, he showed me my wedding photographs and others of different occasions. I had to ask him why I suddenly decided to marry him.
“Sudhir, why did we marry……?”
In his calm voice he replied, “ …..eventhough we were friends? Is that your question.”
“ ummmm yeh.”
“ well kriti, after I returned back from your place I found that I kept missing you. You have occupied the missing space in my life and I was recovering. You were my best friend and you were always there for me. After you returned we met frequently. You told me that your mom wanted you to settle down but you didn’t want to trust anyone. Your breakup with Ashish led you to the conclusion that boys are never to be trusted. One day you called me and asked me to come in the café ,we usually went in our college days.at that time I had already finished my studies and I had a job in the hospital. When I met you you asked me to marry you. It was a kind of shocking. You said that you wanted your own life your own way and I was the only person it would be possible with. You were not in love with me but still you asked for marriage.”
“ so Sudhir, what did you do?”
“ I thought for a while and said yes. The reason behind my yes was you were my best friend. You were always there for me. When I was in need, you the only one for me. You completed the hollow place in my heart , not as a lover but as my friend. It was enough for me. After sital it was hard for me to fall for any girls. I loved you as a friend and both wanted a companion. A friend would be the perfect one. We never realized what we were doing. After our marriage though we shared a common room but we stayed as friends and it was a relief to both of us. But slowly I found that I was falling for you in more that one way. And you figured that too. Its hard not to fall in love when you spend most of your time with the same person.”
I smiled. I knew now what had happened. Suddenly ayush started to cry. We both rushed in the room. He clung to me and said. “ mommy , mommy please don’t leave me again. I am scared.”
I could not reply but I holded him and assured him that I would never leave him again. I laid down with Ayush. Ayush sobbed for a while and felt asleep. Sudhir kept standing watching both of us. I could clearly see tears in his eyes. I knew why there were tears. I could feel his pain. Not because I was his wife now but because I was his best friend.
“sudhir, I can share the pillow with you,”
He kept quiet or he didn’t understand. He smiled and laid down beside me. He hugged me and started to cry. I didn’t ask why he was crying. He hid his face in my chest. I asked, “ do you feel better?”
He nodded. He told me that he was afraid to lose me. It felt to him that after the accident I might never return but was happy to have found me again. I didn’t know if I could remember what I have forgotten but I promised to myself that I would create new and happy memories for Sudhir and Ayush. I lay awake for a while. My bestfriend was my husband now and I had a son. What more could I ask with god! I closed my eyes with the hope that everything will be better tomorrow……………………….

(Screen) Name: isha k.c.

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