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Is he the man for me?

Posted on : 29-12-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : First Love, Romance Love Story

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It all started in high school. I met this guy through a close friend i used to school with. It all started as a big joke but turned out to be real. The guy was so shy, couldn’t think he’d make me happy, but he proved me wrong. He was the best thing that ever happened to me. He made my life so fun and real, through him i got to know what love is!

Things went so well with us but then, i got a job in another country and he also joined the army, hence our love turned out to be long distance. I know what i feel for him is real and great, but am not sure if am ready to settle with him. Am 23 years old, ready to settle down with him but then i think my dad won’t accept him, and am also not ready to be disappointed, should i take the risk or should i move on, and wait for fate to offer me something better? I love him so very much!

(Screen) Name: Tyra

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OTHER SIDE OF THE GLOBE

Posted on : 27-12-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Internet Romance, Romance Love Story

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I met this guy two weeks ago and I can’t really tell that,is already a love story because until now we don’t have a middle and ending. He is my chat mate up to now we always talk and see each other using web cam. I was feeling alone and a prisoner of my promise to my ex boyfriend that I will never leave him even though I don’t love him when I first talked to David (not his real name). David made me cry the first time we talked when I open everything to him and told me I should leave my ex if really don’t love my ex so I can be happy. Because of that i left my ex and I give all my time to him. My ex couldn’t accept it up to now but I don’t care I already found the guy who made me feel complete. He was divorced six months ago and he can’t trust anyone after what happened to his past relationship. Everyday we always see to it that we talked and see each other before letting another day past. Oftentimes I felt like I’m the one who was courting him. On that short period of time I fell in love with him and that was the first time I admitted to myself that I am in love and ready to take risk just to be with him. He also said he feels the same way too but I know for myself that I love him more than he loves me “that if he really loves me”. David was the opposite of the guy that I wanted because he is working in a military, we have different nationality, he has a light skin which I really hate because i also have it, he is very good looking that can make me feel insecure and unsecured if ever, I cant even touch him because his the other side og the globe but still I know I want to be with him no matter what. I never thought that I’m beautiful because of what my family said about me that I’m not that pretty compare to them. But when he came to my world things had changed i gained confidence and changed my image. I am not ashame to say that I’m beautiful because he keeps telling me that I’m beautiful if I said no I’m not he will surely get mad. I woke up every morning wishing he has a message for me and I always have. Everything goes smoothly and loving him more deeply each passing days. He use to be my listener and most of the time he can read my mind he knows what I’m thinking and he can make things bright and light for me. We are sharing our pictures, sweet thoughts and bad experiences we had. I’m on his world and his with mine also even he is at the other side of the globe. But now we have a problem his ex wife wants to see and talk to him and asking to give her another chance. I’m here I can’t see what is happening at the other side of the globe. He doesn’t want to see her not because he doesn’t want to be with her but he is afraid what might happen. When I knew it my brain stopped functioning, my heart was aching, my body was frozen, my hand can’t press any letter in my keyboard and that was the first time i felt that way what people called “jealous” and so worried to lose him. This is the beginning of our story we haven’t talk I just left a message informing him how I feel about it and why I want him to see his ex. I know from the bottom of my heart that I really love him and willing to accept everything just to make sure he will be happy. And I’m not going to let my self incomplete without holding him and telling him how much I love him while I’m in front of him staring to his perfect features. Now I know that nothing is impossible. No need for you to hold someone before you can say you love him. That’s why there were a lot of literally blind people out there felt in love without seeing the person they love. Knowing that he is always here I know I will always have the reason to wake up with smile on my face while facing the challenging world with enough strength coming from him.

(Screen) Name: senorita

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I have lost my soulmate twice in my life, my shyness its like desease

Posted on : 27-12-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Soul Mates

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I am 32-year-young woman on an eight-year-long mission to find a gentleman who has changed my entire life, yet whose identity has remained a mystery to me. This quest has taken me from the crowded streets of New York City all the way to the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem.
In September 2008, like thousands women before me, I inserted a hand-written note into one of the million tear-washed cracks of the holy Western Wall, asking the Lord to send me personal happiness. But deep in my heart, I knew that the true happiness would consist of finding this man who is a mythical reflection of my self — well, at least, on the outside. It all began on July 7, 2001, inside The Nick’s Kitchen restaurant at 9th Avenue and 14th Street in Manhattan. Absorbed in thoughts about an upcoming job interview, I had been sipping hot coffee and aimlessly looking around when suddenly I noticed a strange figure sitting at a table behind me. What I felt next was nothing short of a shock. Before our eyes connected in a long and piercing stare, I had never realized how closely facial features of a man could resemble mine. Amidst myriad sparks they birthed, his eyes seemed made of glass. I sank in his eyes. I looked into his eyes as if I looked into the mirror. Perhaps I should have said “hello.” Instead, I succumbed to shyness and turned away, burning the cosmic bridge that had been built by our retinas. But this encounter has left a certain footprint in his heart, I thought. After he exited in the company of two male friends, the stranger paused for a moment to take another glimpse of me through the glass wall of the restaurant. This time our eyes generated such overwhelming energy that the mysterious stranger lost his balance and fell to the ground. Soon after the stranger disappeared into the crowd of Manhattan, I paid the bill and left, hoping to grasp another glimpse of him. He reemerged running across the street around 9th Avenue and 14th Street while throwing glances at me. The final encounter of our eyes — the one I would regret for years to come — happened just seconds later. He stood at the entrance of garage pathway, glancing at me. I should have told him something, a sentence, even a word — this could perhaps bring some sort of conclusion to the mystery. Yet I did not. He jumped in his SUV and drove as fast as he could, perhaps due to his own shock of meeting me. Every woman knows her fate. Every woman can successfully identify her Mr. Right. As I walked home that night, I knew that the mysterious stranger from the restaurant — a curly-haired brunette in shorts — was sent to me from above. But this discovery was not a happy moment. It was just the beginning of a long and tedious, yet unsuccessful search until years later, on September 25, 2008, I unexpectedly met my fate again. I had just returned from the above-mentioned trip to Israel and, just like on that day when I met him for the first time, I was on the way to a job interview. Around East 31st Street and Park Avenue, a man wearing a cap and carrying what seemed like a large musical instrument case walked towards me. It was him. I didn’t expect that the prayer would be answered so fast. Overwhelmed by emotions, I nevertheless tried to start a conversation and asked him for directions. He asked about my accent; I felt he recognized me. Then, suddenly, I began to run. I stopped a few seconds later and looked back, but he was already gone. All that I knew at that time was that he had entered the building located at 127 East 31st Street, which is the home of Pacific Television Center. I later paid several visits to PAC TV’s employees at this address because I thought he could have been participating in one of their programs. But no one wanted to shed any light on who this man could have been. I even hired private investigators who gave me the names of the building’s residents. I sent them letters asking to identify the man of my life. But no one answered. I have fell into a major depression, blaming myself for running away from the man for whom I’ve been searching all these years. I knew that the second meeting was nothing short of a miracle. It was God’s answer to my prayer in front of the Wailing Wall. I knew that He sent me the second chance to finally get hold of the man who resembles me so much but I blew it. This story is perhaps my last opportunity to find the mysterious gentleman. I’m including my picture because I’m sure he will recognize me. Whether we’re destined to be together or not, I want to discover who this man really is and place stop to the sadness and guilt that hunted me since our second meeting. In hopes of getting back to normal life, I’ve considered starting a new life in another country. But I am still here in the United States because the potential man of my life might be only a breath away.

(Screen) Name: Arianna

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Junior Romance

Posted on : 27-12-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : First Love, Romance Love Story, Secret Love

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To tell you my story I have to tell how emotionally well I was in middle school. You could’ve said I was foolish but now that I look back I just think I was very innocent. Listening to the same music and hearing the same dirty jokes and poisonous rumors as the rest of my class I thought I wasn’t really innocent but sometimes you never know what you have until you lose it.
I was in the library when I met a guy online and we talked about books and other things. I was interested in a lot of things and we had a really nice chat. But it was the library and the books eventually led me into another dimension and I forgot about him. Around two weeks later I meet him online, well…he tracks me down. He flatters me by telling me I’m the sweetest thing he ever met. He fed me line after line. He told me he would break up with his online girlfriend for me. Apparently they were about to get married (online) you can do that and he suddenly told her it was over. Oh! But of course I agreed because what other guy wanted anything to do with me? We got together and it was bliss and endless chats about what I was interested in. Then he surprised me. He asked me if I wanted to cyber and I balked. NO WAY. I told him. He pressed the issue though and started to type disgusting things. They filled the screen. They filled my LIFE. I thought this was my Prince who was only requesting a small privelage so I eventually gave in and we did it once. It was only two months later that I realized how precious my single bliss was but I decided to tough it out for him. Then someone told me he cheated on me. CHEATED?! How could he? I gave him my precious gift of innocence and I had been with him a way no one else had. Cruel! So cruel! I shouted at him (by this time we traded adresses and phone numbers) I sobbed softly and begged him not to go. I loved him, it was true. My love was real for me and I thought he felt what I felt. A light grew in my face and I floated on a cloud while at the same time the truth that he was scoundrel drifted in the back of my brain. At the end of the first year and more cybering and cheating on his part I was begging him to set me free. He had too much of my heart for me to force my will over his. I wanted to leave before he could get more ugly. Wait! Don’t go from this sad story so far, this is only the prologue. It’s a nice ending really.
Anyway, he abused me for 3 years because I let him before he broke my heart and threw me out. He broke up with me then told me he had fantasies of killing me then raping my corpse. The next week he asked me to go out with him again to be one with him. He was a monster and I told him so. Then he threatened to kill himself. I loved him still, reader. My love still saw that nice boy who would talk to me and respect me. Sobbing, I forwarded our chats to his Mom. The ones about suicide I made a point of re-sending. The day after taht he called me and told me I was heartless and told me to go to hell and that they might put him in a mental institution thanks to me. I told him I loved the boy who I met and he wasn’t it and reminded him who broke up with whom. He got angry and silent. The next week his friend tells me he heard my ex commit suicide. I scream and cry and remember the nice boy all over again because I’m very loyal so I call his house and ask his Mom how he died and his Mom says he didn’t die. She gets angry the more I tell her my story but not at me, at him.
Dear reader I felt like a hollow shell. A piece of floating garbage. Since he won’t ever come back into my story I’ll tell you what happened to that man. That boy in a man’s body. I saw that he had a web page up on facebook and youtube and what was scary was he had bought a webcam. He took pictures of his face but I know that that was not all he took pictures of, I know that he hasn’t stopped cybering since we broke up. I know that one day the cops will arrest him for corrupting a minor like he corrupted me. It was 10th grade that I was set free like a bird. So happy! and yet so bitter. When my guy friends talked to me I hated them if they looked like HIM that day. I hated them for using the word ‘literally’ like he did. I hated them when they looked too long at me. I hated them when they ignored me. I HATED them period. I told all my friends about the evils of men and stopped going on the computer. Whenever I did and whenever I accidentally went on a chat I got panic attacks because it reminded me of my time being in a cage. I hate hate hate cages. In History class I had surges of memory and my mind couldn’t concentrate on debates. My eyes, oh it was so sad, my eyes would empty of my innate spunkiness and they would resemble a cows. They were dumb and blank. I remember seeing them in a mirror. Then I began to want to kick people or randomly strike out. My anger was like a tumor. You could see the symptoms and it would have ruptured if I didn’t talk about it and take pills. I took passion flower. Little brown pills that calmed me down and help me process my emotions. My family moved into a little quiet home backed by woods and the sounds of birds. I would lie on my bed and listen to the free birds. I whispered to God one time while looking out the window, “I would like a little wind.” And a gust came and blew my hair back. I knew I could heal once I was in this place. I could grow. Oh. I could last in the silence. I meditated in my own way by reading and thinking, reading and thinking, reading and thinking. I realized my anger and I still had sexual thoughts and angry thoughts and bitter thoughts left over but I never once burdened anybody more than my counselor. Her, I only told her an outline of my stresses without letting her plumb the depths because she was innocent it showed in her eyes. And I learned that if you love someone you should never burden them. With my personality sucked out I sat on my quiet bus and savored the peace. The little kids were like bright birds flocking around me and telling me they liked me because I was kind. I never really wanted to hurt those kids I wanted to hurt that man but my hands couldn’t reach him so I projected my anger at people and objects. There were two other highschoolers on the bus. One asian kid a grade ahead and a tsunder indian wrapped in her native hujab and a grade lower. We would sit in a row with one seat to ourselves because it was so spacious and peaceful and just talk. Sam the asian got kids to believe his name was Franklin Benjamin the first couple weeks of school. He also forgot my name as well. It would annoy me so I would reply with bogus answers every time he asked. So annoying, always chattering nonsense. Ziba the indian was cool-headed and fun to talk to. I can only describe it as the type of fun I got when I read a good book. On and off the bus I went, tasting my freedom. Slowly I recovered. At school I was the same with my friends. I never let them in too deep and I show them a kind face because I love them. One day Sam picked up something on the bus and I was reading. He turned in his seat which was in front of mine and held up a dirty candy. “I’ll pay you three quarters to eat it.” Were we in kindergarten? No. So I nod my head and say “Gimme the money.” He hands it over and I stuff it in my pocket. Then I start to read my book. “You said you’d eat it!” He ejaculates. I smirk. “No, I just shook my head and demanded money.” His face contracted into an open faced pout. I could only stare. It was so honest and cute. Then I realized how ridiculous I sounded so I gave his money back and read my book. He was so annoying.My thoughts returned but I never stopped fighting. All throughout 10th grade I never stopped fighting. I was so thankful for a lot of thinks like my parents living together again and my being single. I loved it. God helped too. I read a lot of Proverbs and Ecclesiastes because it told me straight what I needed to do to improve.
“Are you going to the prom?” I shook my head no. “Well I’m going with Lyla Steward.” “That’s nice.” I reply smiling. Sam makes a pained face. Lyla is like a Neurotic A-Type and she’s covered in 300 pounds of extra fat. “There’s not a lot of studs in 11th grade. How about you. Hey. Dano. What about Tristan?” Tristan in my grade is the creepy stalker type. Like HIM I suspected. “If you like the weird and boring.” I reply. “Wow. Ice Queen. Gabs’s an Ice Queen.” He called me Gabs. A contraction of my full name. I blush because I feel like that’s a compliment. I saw respect in his eyes. Oh, I craved respect…Nevermind what does he know. I read again. I make a point to ignore him a lot but we end up chatting. Silently. He starts reading life, the universe, and everything and since I have to read it for a book list I read it. He glances at me and something has begun. I don’t know what. He reads Douglas Adams (the author) then I read him and then he does and then I do. Finally we chat about him and the books and we sit close. I realize that people could misconstrue us for liking each other and since if we were Josh wouldn’t know he was getting a hollow horrid girl so I keep away. But the kids on the bus tease us especially the middle schoolers who secretly like Sam. How could they like that vain show pony? He had perfect hair and was obsessed over his teeth. Who would like that thing? Then Sam starts making jokes. “Yes! Gabs fell in love with me and I with her. Oh tell them honey, tell them about how we met.” I leap in. “Well He was Tall.” I glance at him nodding. “His hair was Dark. And..” I lean in. “He was ASIAN! OH! It was like a horror movie! but as you can see I got over his deformities.” I had nothing against asians except him because he was ridiculous and he was shocked and pouting and I couldn’t help it. I giggled lightly. Smiling like I hadn’t. Then I put my hands over my mouth and went back to reading but I’m sure my eyes had come back again and didn’t look dumb for that second. Another time I was telling him about how I hated a certain boy for ruining my one favorite book. “He scribbled all over every page for no reason. I cried. I hate him. And if you ever tell I’ll never speak to you again.” At the bus stop where we all (the whole school) at the end of the day I heard an “ahem” behind me. I turn and Sam is standing with the hated boy. “He want’s to tell you something.” Sam gestures to the hated boy. “I’m…soooory”. He sneers. Then something unexpectedly happens. Sam who happens to be a pacifist punches him in the stomach. “You have to mean it!” The mean guy sobers up “I’m sorry.” He says honestly. “Say for what.” Sam growls. “For ruining your book.” My walls come down or at least some. “Oh!” My eyes shine. “I forgive you.” I manage a smile. Sam grins and I still smile even though it’s Sam, or maybe because it’s Sam.We get onto the bus and I feel a lightness. I sit. Sam sits. “Thank You.” My voice is soft so he brings his ear closer. “Thank You.” He looks at me. I try to frown because I’m embarrassed. “Not that, it was um special.” I sit and we don’t talk.
Another time we’re on the bus and it’s Friday and we’re homebound. “Gabs.” Sam asks. “Should I cut my hair?” I look at him and I feel a devil on my shoulder. I pretend to muse seriously over the question then I nod gravely. “Yeah I think you should cut it all off.” I had a reputation of being honest and also his hair was slightly annoying. Not cute like he must think, I thought. I went home for the weekend and I got on the bus noticing a new kid out of the corner of my eye. Cute, I think. It’s not until we walk into school and I see Sam’s red shoes on the new kid. I look up. It IS SAM. And he, he’s. HIS hair! It’s cut with a little bit longer for bangs. His face is framed and his teeth flash against his hair. I realize then that Sam is handsome. I feel jolted and everyone at school is raving about the cut. The next week I hide from him I’m afraid to show my ugly face to him. Suddenly I want to be pretty but I don’t know how. I put my hair back one day and I go to school. On the bus Sam tries to talk to me but I duck my face and hurry in. My friends give me compliments on face that day though so I look in the mirror and I look changed. My face is soft and kind and my eyes are like brown shiny marbles. My dark hair frames my face and my clothes look comfortable. I talk a lot at the end of the day to Sam. Smiling at his attention I feel like he cant see my ugliness. Afterall I only did this not to burden him. Right? I believe that.
Then my mom and I see a great new house it’s beautiful and I immediately love it. There’s rooms for the three of us but I’ll have to…change buses. It doesn’t bother me but as the time winds down I open more like a flower. I have no idea why I’m so loved even though I’m so mean. I’m so taciturn but I feel my family and friends love and new friendships. One day I get off the bus and mom tells me “We move today!” I forgot. I turn around and wave at Sam desperate. Why? I feel so panicked. He doesn’t notice and the bus leaves. I know we have school together but I don’t feel so hot. We move and I go on a different bus. I don’t tell them until a week later Sam walks up to me in the hall. He’s about to ask me about it I know it! Sure it’s a little late in the game to notice but he did notice. He ponts and laughs, “Ha. Ha The bus missed your stop.” My face deadpans, IMMEDIATELY. I look at him then I push past. It was all in my head. It’s a pill but I swallow it. Four school days later he comes up to me. “So you’re not on the bus anymore.” I stare at him wondering whether I should help him out. I stare until he’s uncomfortable. “Yes,” I reply brusquely, “I moved.” He ducks his head and walks back to where he was standing. I am ANGRY! That’s it. NOT sad. I knew I was a hollow girl like the poem. I knew I never was a good conversationalist. I knew I wasn’t pretty. There are two weeks of 10th grade left and I utterly avoid him for a week. Yet whenever he glimpses me he gives me soft smiles. Maybe even shy. Don’t Do That. I want to tell him. It’s confusing me. I wonder where my bitterness went. Then it hits me it jerks me to a wall. Am I being, a jerk? I concede that Yes, I am. On Monday I ready myself. I look nice and presentable and I walk up to Sam. “I’m Sorry. I was angry at you so I ignored you.” Sam blinks, he is in his class room other people can hear us.”Why?” Sam asks. My hands shake but I clench them. “I was angry.” I grate out. “Yes but what for?” “You didn’t notice when I moved. Ziba noticed and the kids said hi to me. You didn’t though.” He looks a little afraid. Oh, my stomach is quaking. “I’m Sorry,” he says and then “Could it be, that you like me?” I bite my tongue because this is what I wanted all along. but I am still a hollow girl. I remember a girl from my chorus class who told me she liked him. She was very pretty and very good. It showed in her blue eyes. I remember how abused I was and how I learned to always treasure and never burden someone with dead weight. I was dead weight. Sam was a good guy and good guys require good girls. It’s like a match. “No, I never liked you that way.” I smile like he’s so silly. “But now that I’m not angry at you anymore I’ll tell you who likes you. She’s perfect.” “Who?” He believes I can’t lie. “Lindsey Cronelle.” His eyes shine like perfect black pearls. And I nod resolute in this. I walk away because it will sort itself out. 5 days later school ends and I watch Sam leave hand in hand with Lindsey. Since school is over I can say it now. I crouch and put my face in my hands. My eyes are streaming. My palms are wet. “I love you Sam!”
He left the next year and visits our school sometimes. It’s been a year now and I feel strong. So strong now that I can love the right way again. I’m going to move on but I will always treasure my 10th grade year. I feel like I want people to know what love really is. So now that he’ll never read this and I’ve changed every name but his and my nickname I feel like I can be free.

(Screen) Name: Gabrielle

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Forever and Always

Posted on : 14-12-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Soul Mates

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She was a beautiful young girl. Her name was Paige.Her eyes were a tinted blue that as he comments ” You could stare into them for hours…” He meant the world to her. She would gladly die for him. His name was Dokota.His hair was so brown it looked black. At first it was just some small crush but the night he told her he thought he was falling for her you could hear her haert pounding in her cheast. They knew they were meant for each other. There was of course a small kind of big problem. He, Dokota, had a girlfriend. Now you would think he would tell this girl he was with, that it was over. Well he couldn’t. He still had feelings left for this other girl. He called Paige every night to let her know he still cared that he still had feelings left for her. He sang her songs, played his guitar. Just for her. Then rummors flew and they got around to her. The rummors said that he was in love with other girls and even her bestfriend tried telling her he was playing her. ( which he realy was.) She of course knew the whole time what he was doing, she didn’t care. She REALY did love him. So she thought “just as long as he pretended to love me I could make it through.” She knew that without him she would be nothing. She wanted to forget about him. She tried day after day. Trying got even harder. Still she had to try. But, the only thing that came were the tears he would never get to see the tears he would never help her wipe away. To this day they are still not together but in her heart she will always want and need him, she will always love. ALWAYS AND FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Screen) Name: shannieb

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Typical Love Story

Posted on : 26-11-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Soul Mates

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Hey, this is my love story..
Really, as the title, it’s a typical love story..
When I was graduate at my high school, I decided to accept a boy as my boyfriend..
He is two years older than me and I know that he loved me so much.. He always be very kind and always treats me as a princess..
Then, I went to the university to continue my study.. So, we should had a long distance relationship..
In my university, I met many people.. I met a boy who is very annoying.. He always acted as if he was the only man in the world.. I hate him so much.. And fyi, his name is same with my boyfriend name..
Then, my boyfriend and I got many problems so I decided to broke up with him..
After that, I got closer and closer with my annoying friend.. After I knew him personally, I suddenly felt that he is not as bad as I thought.. He is kind but yeah, a little bit annoying..
We are getting closer and closer.. He always cheers me up when I get family problems.. He also always makes me smile when I really wants to cry..
One day, he asked me to be his girlfriend.. Then I answered ‘Yes’..
I was so happy at that time..
Until now, he is still with me and I believe he will always be with me because I always believe that he is my soul mate.. Because you know? Our meeting is a coincidence.. I didn’t want to school at this university at first and my boyfriend also didn’t want to..
But God has made us met and then made us know each other and made us one and I believe that God will always keep our love till forever..
I love him so~=)

(Screen) Name: jessica

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Lucky in Las Vagas

Posted on : 26-11-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Internet Romance, Long Distance Love, Romance Love Story

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I was divorced for about a year and I was not having much luck getting back on track. I was feeling like I was never going to get over my exwife. I had been married for 17 years and oneday my exwife just came home and said that she was not in love with me anymore. I was crushed,she was my world and I could not imagine loving another women. I had always wanted to go to Las Vagas. I did not really have any friends that could go with me so I booked a trip and went to Las vagas for 5 days. The first day I spent the whole time gambling in my Hotel. The second day I decided to explore the strip so I walked almost the whole strip. It was raining and almost snowing so it was not a great day to be out. I decided to take the bus (Duce) back to my Hotel and do some more gambling. I looked for a bus stop and a bus was just pulling up. It was packed and there was not enough room for me so I waited for the next bus. Thank GOD!!! The next bus came in a few minutes and i got on and it was also packed. we stopped at the next stop along the way and people got off the bus and people got on. As the people were getting on I noticed this good looking woman getting on the bus with her mom. The bus was packed and she was in the standing room only. The next stop people got on and off and the people next to me got off and the women with her mom i noticed sat down next to me. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she was amazing looking. she was mid 30s dark hair slim very distinctive features of a South American women. She looked at me and asked me directions for the show her and her mom were going to see. I did not have a answer for her but I helped her look on her map and I helped her figure it out. From the moment I saw her come on the bus I could feel a attraction from her. her stop was the next stop and I only had about 20 seconds to say something to her and ask her out. I looked at her and said do You want to go to a show with me tomorrow? she said sure. OH MY GOD!!! I was flying. Then she said but…. OH NO!!! She said I am with my mom. I looked past her and looked at her mom and her mom did not speak a word of english. I said oh thats OK she can come with us. The bus stopped and she was getting off the bus. All the people within 5 feet of us were listening to us. the pressure was on and she did not speak english all that well either. I was thinking quickly and i said I will pick you up at your hotel where is it, She named off her hotel and I said I will meet you in the lobby at 6pm ok. She said ok and she got off the bus in a hurry, i did not have her name or Phone number all I had was a hotel. So the first thing i did when I got back to my hotel, the Stratosphere was look up her Hotel. I did not find it anywhere it did not exist. I looked and looked and asked people and now one had heard of it. I did not give up though. I looked in the phone book and found the words of the Hotel she gave me but it was condos not a hotel and it was about 10 miles off the strip. I thought is was a lost cause but I did not have much to do and I really wanted to see her again. So the next day i took the bus to find the hotel/condo. it took me 2 hours and 4 transfers to get there but I found the name of the place she gave me. i found a front lobby where i told her I would meet her and i really hoped this was the place but I was not sure. It was about 12 noon so I went back to my Hotel and gambled for awhile. I went back to my room about 4 and took a shower and got all ready. I took a cab to the Hotel that she said she was at. i went to the lobby and prayed I was in the right spot. There were about 10 different buildings and maybe several offices. I sat there for about 15 minutes and right at 6 i looked up and there she was with her mom. The relief I felt was incredible. She got a smile on her face and I am sure I did also and I walk over to her and said Hi I found you. We got a cab and went to my Hotel because that is where the show was. We had a great time and spent the evening together. I sent her and her mom home in a taxi and got her room number and her name and her phone number this time. We spent the remainder of our time together in Las vagas. The next night we went dancing together and i got my first kiss that night. I wanted to take her back to my room alone so bad but she did not think that was a good idea. She is from Ecuador and casual sex is not a word in that country. I think it made me want her more. We spent 4 amazing days together kissing and hugging and seeing many sites together, At the end of our trip she was going to LA to spend the rest of her vacation thru x-mas at Disneyland and California. I could not get her off my mind from that day on. I sent a xmas gift to her Hotel room in LA . A diamond necklace and a digital picture frame to her mom. When she went back to Ecuador we spent every evening talking on the internet and cam. everyday we grew closer to each other and in march we decided that we wanted to take the net step. she is 39 years old and has NEVER been in love before. I found myself writing her poems and telling her my deepest feelings. She told me she had never felt the way she feels for me before. She visited me in the summer for 3 weeks and we had a wonderful time together. We filed for a fiancee visa so she could come here and I could marry her after 90 days if we wanted to. I went to Ecuador for 2 weeks and met her family and they are amazing people. it made me feel like i am part of a family again. it is Nov 23rd 2009 and she is going to be here for good on Dec. 12th 2009 one year after we met a year ago. We are so in love and i can’t wait to marry her. She is a wonderful person. she just graduated with her master degree in June. she is giving up alot to come here. She is giving up her job at Avon. she was a marketing director for Ecuador. She is leaving her family and they are a very close family. We will be married on Dec. 18th 2009 and we will have our wedding in Feb.2010 so her family can come here and we will have plenty of time to plan. I am the happiest man alive right now. I have found a wonderful women and i was not really looking. I never thought that I would fall in Love again but i did. I think to myself of all the things that had to happen for me to meet her that day. i really did get Lucky in Las Vagas. Thank You

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Love him like crazy

Posted on : 22-11-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Secret Love

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I met this guy in my company and i had a great crush on him for almost a year,and then suddenly a surprise to myself i never knew that i would fall in love with him someday.A year passed and then he proposed me on the 17th Sept 08 and that’s the time he told me those three golden words that said,”I LOVE YOU”,and i was surprised and now that he and me are going to get married in the nearer future i am so happy and i hope we always stay like this forever.i love you a lot sweetheart, thank-you for being there for me when i need you,even knowing for the fact you at times don’t have the time.love you always and love you forever.

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My first secondary school love

Posted on : 22-11-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : First Love, Romance Love Story

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It happened during my year seven summer holiday me and a boy that i had fancied for seven months started becoming really good freinds and hanging out a lot one day i eventually got the courage to ask him out and he said yes. i was really happy that we were together. we always used to go down this park near were we both lived. i used to hang out with him and his friends i was never aloud to hang out with mine though as he didn’t like them. i loved him so much that i didn’t hang around with them. the second day of us going out we were already kissing and hugging. the third day we went swimming and we were both really flirty and kept pushing each other in the pool. we were at te top of the pool and we started kissing everyone was staring but i didn’t care. after a few weeks we broke up. it ruined are friendship at first. but after a while we became good friends again i still fancied him for ages after but i got a new boyfriend he kept playing me around and we broke up three times in one week so i ended it. then i got a new boyfriend and we loved each other and kissed straight away and didn’t care what anyone thought about us. but then my ex boyfriend started fancying me again so he called me a slag and a get around because i had a new boyfriend then my friend fancied my new boyfriend and got upset with me and my friend my boyfriend and friends stayed out all night one night and got drunk and were smoking and my friend got jealous got pissed and started flirting with my boyfriend so we started tonging each other to wind her up me and my friend had a fight and werent freinds for weeks then eventually we realised we were stupid and made up. we realised boys werent worth it. then i got back with my boyfriend from the summer holidays and we were together for a long time. young love is sweet but never lasts.

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love begets love

Posted on : 10-11-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Lost and Love, Romance Love Story

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We’ve known each other since we were young. We were said to be family friends. We see each other during family gatherings and other parties. Years passed, we grew up as teens and we became lovers. I was in junior high school then and he just entered college. He lives miles away from where I am. He used to drive 9 hours from his hometown just to see me for a day or two.

Nobody knew about us except his relatives and my sisters. I used to deny our relationship because my parents doesn’t want him to be my boyfriend even though we’re said to have this “family connection” since their family was known to be boastful and arrogant.

Everything started with just a joke — with some sort of teasing; a few sweet messages, a few calls and a few “getting-to-know-each-other” sessions. We even never had a serious date with just the two of us unless we celebrated our second year anniversary as boyfriend-girlfriend. Despite all the rumors and the walls between us, we still find ways to see each other even just for a night. He often visit me once a month. He rides a bus during the day just to see me that night, and goes home at sunrise. We used to sneak out just to ease the feeling of missing each other so much.

After four years of having a serious and intimate relationship at a very young age, I became pregnant. My parents and his parents never knew about it not until I was carrying the baby for four months already. We couldn’t hide it for too long because my tummy is growing bigger and bigger and I could not continue my studies. And so, we decided to let them know as soon as possible.

I rode a bus from my place to where he works. His parents met us there. We talked and decided to let my parents know with their presence. But everything turned out very different. His aunt called my father and told him about it. My father told my mom and together, they went to the place where we stayed. His parents went home and left us. When my parents arrived, I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do. I heard my father’s footsteps and I was surprised that my mom came rushing and hit me with her fist. That was hard that I thought I was gonna lose my child. She hit my tummy and my father held her hands telling her to stop for they can do nothing but to accept what happened. I really can’t understand how I felt that time. I was looking for my partner but he wasn’t there. He left me. He didn’t even go out of his room to check me out and protect me. I was looking for someone to be my side, and nobody’s there. I really wished I’d die that day. I cried so hard until the sun’s up.

I lived with my partner away from our parents during my pregnancy. I should be happy but it was totally the opposite of what I hoped to be. I caught him cheating on me. I felt so down to the point that I always call my best friends just to have an outlet.

A few months after, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. I thought it would be the start of our “happy ever after” but it turned out to be the start of our “bitter days.” I was sent home — very far away from him. He only touched his son for two weeks. We weren’t able to spend our Christmas together, and New Year and Valentine’s Day. We saw each other again during our son’s baptism. That was the first time he saw his child after birth.

Without me knowing, he was very hurt and became very ill. He became too thin and he diverted his attention to lots of work and a few dolls (girls). I asked myself, ‘How could I survive this kind of relationship?’ I decided not to ask him about it but I let him feel that I know something. Months passed and everything went out right. But it didn’t stayed that long. Maybe because of my trauma of him having third party, I want our communication to be very constant. I call at least twice a week and i send him SMS very often. It seems like he doesn’t want what I’m doing. I can’t understand. Our bond starts to loosen and time came that I’ve heard a lot of issues about him. It even came to the point that he denied what I saw.

I felt betrayed. It’s like I was the only one loving.

I found a way to ease the pain. My best friends and my son were my only outlets. I go out frequently with them and I hang out with my classmates everywhere. Time came that I felt numb for everything. I get used of hearing negative things. I was tired of all the issues. I don’t listen to his lame excuses. I didn’t isolate myself. We broke up. I was deeply hurt yet I have moved on.

Two years after, I found someone. I like him and I love him. He’s married with three kids and on his annulment process. He promised me to wait for three years and within that, we’ll be legally together and we’ll build a family of our own.

We’re together for almost a year now and I feel so lucky that still, I found someone like him. Though he has kids on his first marriage, he was like the answers to my prayers. I prayed for someone who can understand me — someone who knows what I’m going through; someone who can relate and someone who can love me like I wanted to.

Now, we were still waiting for his annulment and has planned to settle with my child and his children after his legal separation with his wife, in God’s time.

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