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What is love?

Posted on : 05-11-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : First Love, Romance Love Story

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My first “love”, that I am aware of, had been in the first year of middle school.
Had I known that I loved her from the start? No, but my philosophy became love and appreciation of one another. I had been studying what love really meant.
What made me love her?
– I loved her because she was different from everyone else
– I loved her because she was trustworthy, caring, and most of all – she loved me back.
– I love her because she was beautiful, and still didn’t try hard to make her self look any better.

I’m sure there are millions of other things that have been missing, because love is always a mystery – love is something that philosophers can’t interpret with a definite answer. Love is gods gift, and we shouldn’t uncover its mystery as for we will be discovering something fate never had the “besoin” to tell us.

(Screen) Name: Owain Davies

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Tonight When I Sleep

Posted on : 24-10-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Secret Love

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Tonight When I Sleep

I. I’m staring at you from afar
Wondering how beautiful you are
Thinking where is my part
And how you stole my heart

II. It just turned out one day
Twisted happens to what I say
That if I don’t see your lore
I cannot breathe anymore

III. We are strangers when awake
But we are lovers in my dream
Sadly, but that is the reality
That you will be mine, in dreams only

IV. You are ignoring me, what can I say?
But believe me that is OK
Because later on you will love me deep
Tonight, when I sleep

V. It hurts me so, can’t understand
Why do you still hold his hand?
Even though you already know
That you are not the only one he love so

VI. Your eyes are weak, I know you cry
Of course, because of that stupid guy
You choose to stay with him
And live your life in dim

VII. If you only knew that you are the Queen
In my well imagined dream
You will choose to be with me
And leave him willingly

VIII. I cannot protect you in this dimension
So dream with me then I’ll fight away invasion
Here in me, your heart will be safely keep
Tonight, if we sleep

IX. I saw you all alone
Sadness on your face was shown
I gathered all the confidence that I hide
To have the guts to sit on your side

X. I saw a tear fell from your eye
So I handed you a tissue to make it dry
You smile at me, as sweet as strawberry cream
A smile which I only see in my dream

XI. Then we became real friends
More time together we spend
I was surprised when on my side you stand
And you slowly hold my hand

XII. I can’t believe what I just hold
The shape of your hand is here forever mold
We act intimate and fructose sweet
Even if I don’t sleep

XIII. I woke up one day I don’t see you anymore
So I find you with undying endeavor
I saw you on the corridor covered with screen
When I pull it over I saw you kissing him

XIV. You show me rejection instead of explanation
And asked me to go away because I cause you distraction
How I wish that what I saw will not retain
But when I looked back, you are kissing him again

XV. My heart is broken into tiny pieces
And putting them back for me is senseless
Because it won’t function anymore
I’ll just leave it scattered on the floor

XVI. I regret knowing you when I am awake
Because the real you is just a bunch of fake
I’d rather be with you when my conscious is sweep
Tonight, when I sleep…

(Screen) Name: Niko

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Love at first sight

Posted on : 24-10-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story

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Me and this guy met in middle school we just looked at each other and stopped. Then i knew taylor was the one for me. this guy is sweet funny and nice to me. I have had 3 boyfriends that were true but not like him.he cares and loves me like no other guy has ever done before and i never want to loose him. he walks me to all of my classes even if he is late. taylor is in eighth grade and i am in seventh grade he is my first kiss we kissed in a soundsystem room and it was great and i hope that me and taylor will last forever!

(Screen) Name: tklover

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If Only…

Posted on : 24-10-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Holiday Love, Romance Love Story

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It was summer, and i had come back from a 1 week camp. I had stayed with some friends and i had had so much fun. This was when i realized that i didn’t fancy my boyfriend ray anymore. As it was summer and he was in Ireland i had no choice but to break up with him by text. It was really upsetting as i didn’t wanna break up with him by text, it’s too harsh. He replied to my text saying if i have a new boyfriend? Over the camp i had a crush on a guy called Manny. But he wasn’t anything compared to my true love. I replied back saying no i haven’t, he then answered saying that he has i immediately felt angry and asked him when the hell he was going to tell me? He said something dumb and replied saying I wasn’t going to. This was when i met Reese. Me and Reese had been good friends for a while. We had exchanged numbers in a maths lesson. We occasionally texted about life. He helped me get through my anger which only lasted about a day. We had texted for a while and i asked him if he wanted to go bike riding with me as friends. He said yes and we met at the park. We couldn’t be asked to go bike riding so we must have spent four hours in the park. From 1:30-5:00 we lay on the hills watching clouds and making wishes on dandelions It was a true holiday love. And best of all it was reality not a dream. Every time i looked at him i just about melted. I had never had as much fun as i did with him! It was so cool! He had to go at 5 o’clock, deep down inside i had to as well but i didn’t care. We hugged for ages and i could just about shout out! This isn’t just friendship. I could tell! Even as mates we said how much we missed each other! We wanted to meet again but he had to go on holiday for two weeks. We texted so much! There wasn’t a day where we didn’t text. Then one day he asked me what I’d wished on my dandelion. I wouldn’t tell him until he did. He admitted that he liked me and said my wish word for word. He said he wished that we could be more than friends. I had wished exactly the same thing! He told me that he had liked me since year 7. (we were going into year 9 now) But he couldn’t ask me out because he was too shy and he knew i had a crush on a boy called Nick. I had to suffer without him for another week until he came back. We met up again in the park, we had so much more fun! And we climbed random trees. Whilst sitting on a branch we lent over and had our first kiss. I gasped and jokily said “That was our first kiss” And he laughed and kissed me again. It was a rainy day and we had nothing to cover ourselves so we sheltered under trees. I was in love and we kissed and hugged so much until we had to go. I had to walk home, around 10 minutes away from my house. Whilst walking home all i could think of was him. I had never been so happy! When we went back to school a week later, we announced we were going out. We hung out so much, sat next to each other in every lesson. We kissed and hugged and went to the park after school. We went out on Saturday to see a film. We kissed and hugged in the cinema! It was amazing! I went into another world when our lips touched. Unfortunately everything was going to change. We shared our last kiss at the park before i was going to Germany for a week a part of my school’s German exchange. I missed him so much! And one day i called from Germany on his mobile. He sounded unhappy and told me if he could call me back, I sensed something wasn’t right. I never called back and when we met with our school every day i talked to his friend Bethany and my friend Shanice. They reassured me. And when i returned to England i texted him and he texted back saying small things, not replying any kisses (xoxo) I realized this was the end and asked him what was wrong. I was sitting on the edge of my bed biting my nails so nervously. HE replied saying he needed to tell me something but couldn’t. I told him to and he broke up it me saying he liked me but not enough to go out. And that he didn’t want a girlfriend. I said OK and told him bye. He told me he didn’t want me to go. All i could remember was me lying on my bed in tears calling my best friend who was also one of Reese’s to call me. He told me he wasn’t worth it and stood by me through all these times. I told Reese i still wanted to be friends just to make him happy. We are friends and i sometimes still catch his eye and we blush. Sometimes i feel he still loves me and melt every time i see him. He flirts with a lot of girls around me and it hurts like crazy. I am mad about him and feels he likes a girl called Georgia. It hurts as she’s a really good friend of mine but flirts back. All my friends are helping me get through it and Reese thinks i am over him. He’s one boy who can make me happy and sad at the same time and break my heart into shards of glass. I am recovering slowly and still myself thinking back to the park times and cinema and everything. But then i remember he was my everything but now he’s my nothing. All i have to say is that don’t hold onto a person too tight. Cause one day they won’t be there…

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The Entity

Posted on : 03-10-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Fictional Love Story, Romance Love Story

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The Entity

The Entity sensed life contact for the first time since leaving its barren galaxy several millennia earlier.

Its crystalline, kaleidoscopic, cloudlike ever-changing body glided through space effortlessly at amazing sub-light speeds. It was a tiny nebula in the glorious vastness of outer space.

It had been exploring universes across an immensity of time in search for new life when its sun had cooled, its super massive core weakened and the colossal star had collapsed, exploded and died.

The resulting supernova had destroyed its home planet and laid waste to entire galaxies for billions of miles, leaving it alone and desolated.
The last of its kind.

The Entity was a collective being, a life force of pure energy and intelligence which lived eternally when it lived in the company of other lives.
It didn’t absorb them, but nurtured them and nourished through them. Life on its planet was treasured and honored, variety was embraced and cherished.

It needed other lives to subsist, and the long, solitary journey was challenging to its very existence, weakening it, but most importantly, saddening it.

Grief and loneliness were its enemies, and its agonizingly long search had dulled it, diminishing its powers and ability to regenerate and continue its task.

Now, sensing the presence of other beings somewhere out in the enormity of darkest space, it gathered the desire and the yearning to persevere and to find them, whatever and wherever they were, and its longing for company was strong.

The Entity traveled slowly in contrast with the unending greatness of space, but, being an energy being, it wasn’t subjected to the rules of time and space.
It could jump from point to point, from time to time.

Unfortunately the contact was still too tenuous for it to jump, it needed a stronger point of reference, and it needed to know where to jump. It still didn’t. It would have to be patient and wait to get much closer, but time wasn’t important to The Entity, only life was, all life.

The tendrils of consciousness were becoming stronger titillating The Entity’s senses.
The newfound collective consciousness, it analyzed, was alert and awake, reasoning beings inhabited the approaching planet.

The knowledge alone gave it the energy to jump through space to arrive sooner to the planet which The Entity hoped, would be its new home. The planet’s name was Earth and its beings, humans.

Feelings of love and elation at its discovery threatened to overwhelm it, but it remained patient and approached Earth cautiously. It knew that not all planets and its creatures would recognize it as friendly and could simply fear it.

The Entity listened for high concentrations of humanity and hungrily hastened towards it.
Soon it was close enough to Earth to see it, and it was a splendid blue marble of a planet with magnificently ornate and tightly populated cities. The Entity chose the one city from which the surge of human emotions, ardor and passions was greatest.
New York City.

Entering the Earth’s atmosphere, The Entity felt the flow of human zeal rush through its inner self. It basked happily in the abundance of humanity, glowing almost to sheer phosphorescence in its euphoria.

Thousands of years in excruciating solitude had finally ended and it let itself get carried away by the outpouring of emotions emanating from below.
It glided up, down, spiraling in midair like a beautiful butterfly.

It crisscrossed the air above the extraordinary city at staggering speeds taking in all the information its senses could absorb, fascinated by the beauty, greatness and variety of the living creatures, lustfully recharging its depleted essence in desperate need of companionship.

From the multitude of human emotion, in the miraculous city, The Entity sensed a painfully distraught soul desperately crying for help.

A tormented conscience searching hopelessly for peace but finding only agony. The distressed being was dying, deliberately, by its own hand.
The Entity didn’t know self destruction. Suicide was not an option for beings like it, and it could not comprehend such an ignominious waste of life.

Its glistening form sliced through the air at vertiginous speed searching franticly for the source of the painful wail.
The Entity saw the plummeting body of a human male, plunging from a tall bridge, dropping rapidly towards the concrete surface of a road, and to its doom, fifty yards below.

Without a second to spare The Entity reached the falling man and its bright light engulfed him completely, holding it with all its strength, desiring to stop the fall before it was too late.
It succeeded.

The body stopped its fall and simply floated in midair a mere yard from the cement surface, and The Entity felt the man’s desperation and wept with him, disconsolately, for it could easily sense the unbearable pain of the dying man.

Jack Russo was thirty-seven years old, six foot-one tall and two hundred pounds, he had an athletic body, pale green eyes, crew-cut jet-black hair, a strong square jaw and high cheek bones, epitome of his Italian descent.

He’d lived a life of selfless honesty, honor and strong principles. He respected others and exuded an air of power and self confidence envied by many men and desired by many women.
He’d been extremely popular through high school and college, as a student and an athlete.

He’d been in the US Army and the US Marines, leaving both military branches as a highly decorated officer.
His life had been, maybe not perfect, but without question, outstanding.
Until the Gulf War.

Something had happened to him there that changed his outlook on life itself, and his world had turned grim after that ghastly war.

He left the Marines to join the NYPD (New York City Police Department), where he became a homicide detective, and although he was respected as a police officer, after five years on the force, his private life deteriorated rapidly.

Sometime later, while he was at a local bar drowning his sorrow deep inside a bottle, Rachel had entered his life, seemingly out of nowhere. A Jewish girl, tall and slim, with bright white skin, long, silky coal black hair and eyes so blue, they made the sky covetous, making it all right again and worth living.

And live they did, for six ecstatically love filled years.
They bought a small house in Brooklyn, he stayed with the PD, and Rachel became a college professor teaching social sciences in Bridgeport, Connecticut.
One sunny afternoon, on her way back home from college, along the ocean on I-95, Rachel’s car was sideswiped by an enormous tractor trailer and crushed beyond recognition.

She died on that highway, that afternoon, under a brilliant sunny sky, physically, and Jack Russo died that day too, although his body stayed alive for nearly two more years.
One night, after two full bottles of Cuervo, inebriated beyond human capacity and with a broken heart that wouldn’t heal, he’d walked to the Williamsburg Bridge, climbed over its massive steel structure, and screaming Rachel’s name, he’d jumped into oblivion, seeking the peace and solace of death.

Jack’s heavily intoxicated mind couldn’t accurately understand what had happened after the jump. He’d heard of one’s life flashing in front of their eyes just before death, but he’d never heard of a shinny cloud acting like that before.

He was too drunk and far too distraught to think analytically, and right there, floating in mid-air, surrounded by a glistening, bright, color changing cloud, he passed out.

The Entity couldn’t read minds, but its senses allowed it to turn feelings and emotions into vivid pictures it could clearly understand.
In seconds, Jack’s life blazed through its sensory channels and it knew the reason for his grief.
Most importantly, The Entity knew where Jack lived, and in the middle of the quiet night and the unbelieving stares of the few people still around, who had never seen a floating body surrounded by a glistening cloud before, it took him home.

The Entity learned fast about human habits, and upon entering Jack’s home, it looked for the bedroom, floated the unconscious Jack Russo to the bed and softly deposited him on it.

It remained in contact with the slumbering man in order to learn as much as it could about him and humans in general. The first encounter with a human had been devastatingly sad, and The Entity had lost much of its power having had to deal with grief of such uncontrolled and torrential magnitude.

Jack Russo’s highly intoxicated mind began to dream, expectedly, about Rachel.
Although it was aware of dreams, The Entity didn’t distinctively understand the depth or power of human dreams, and its senses became slightly overloaded by them, and by the distortion of a drunken mind’s delusional realm.
Jack’s dream about Rachel was entirely sexual.
The distorted dreams of an inebriated mind were vast misrepresentations of the realities of life, and The Entity became fully discombobulated. Its colorful kaleidoscopic protoplasmic cloud-like body started to transform into some semblance of human form, and Jack’s distorted vision of Rachel began to take form out of the soft glistening cloud.

The atmospheric density of planet Earth had given it the ability to transform into a solid, humanlike being.
The Entity felt the overwhelming love engulf it, and also strengthen it. It was learning human love making for the first time.

Jack walked into the shower shortly after Rachel and found her all soaped up immersed in steam. The stall was small and they pressed their bodies together and lathered each other while steaming hot water pelted their faces.

They kissed and caressed each other letting excitement and lust conquer them. Jack played and kissed Rachel’s hard nipples while she held his brutal erection in her hands and rubbed her own vagina with his majestic rod.

The Entity’s cloud-like body started to solidify as it felt the erotic emotions emanating from Jack’s love and alcohol intoxicated dream. It could’ve stopped and break contact, but the intensity of the lovemaking dream made it inquisitive for more.

Jack and Rachel played with each other in that steamy shower for sometime, then they rinsed and without drying, they walked to the bed holding each other.
Rachel softly pushed Jack onto the bed on his back and straddled him.

Slowly and deliberately she lowered herself onto his massive erection and let his penis penetrate her hot, wet vagina with total abandonment. His penis reached deep inside her and she craved it. She moved her hips in slow intentional circles that drove them both feral with pleasure and enticing delight.

They changed positions after a while and Jack went on top.
Rachel opened herself entirely to him, allowing him to enter her as deep and hard as he wanted.
He went in as far as his large, rock hard tool permitted him, and both joined in frenzied, hard pounding choreographed sex.

After some time of hard lovemaking, they both reached their exploding ecstatic orgasms simultaneously and still in each other’s arms, fell asleep.

The Entity had never experienced raw lust, love and passion of such an immense scale, and reflexively, had fully transformed into Rachel, and it now understood some of those feelings, having a body for the very first time.
It released Jack and softly and slowly moved around the quiet bedroom trying to adjust to its new shape and consistency.

The Entity knew it could change back to its own form, but being in human form, it now understood Jack’s pain with more clarity.
It calculated that it could stay in Rachel’s form and somehow, save Jack from suicide, and that was its strongest drive.
It also knew that if it stayed in human form it would be immortal no more.

The Entity moved around the tiny house running its new human fingers on everything, feeling and touching for the first time.

Every object it experienced had a different texture and the variety felt immensely alluring to it.
Jack’s intoxicated sleep was light, a lesson learned by years of training and discipline as a soldier and a police officer.

He heard soft sounds inside his house and automatically jumped out of the bed and drew his gun from under it.
Slowly and carefully, he walked out of the bedroom, into the dark living room and towards the muffled sounds coming from the kitchen.

Once there, his heart stopped beating for what it seemed like hours but were mere seconds as he found himself face to face with Rachel, the way she’d looked when they’d just met eight years before.

He stood there in the dark, pointing his gun at her and turned on the light for a better look.
The Entity hadn’t figured out human speech yet, but understood the implications of the surprise encounter, and put up one hand, palm towards Jack as if telling him to stop.

Utterly stunned, Jack Russo dropped the gun, took three tentative steps towards Rachel and without preamble held her tight enough to crack a few ribs. The Entity/Rachel reciprocated and held Jack with similar enthusiasm, while trying rapidly to learn to speak.

“Hi Jack.” It said in a voice that was clearly the wrong one. It had sounded low and gravelly. Jack backed off slightly and looked at her.

It tried again, an octave higher, and the second time it sounded like a musical string instrument being tuned. The voice modulated up and down until it reached the desired tone. Then it said it again, adding a smile that time, which didn‘t work very good either.

“Hi Jack, please don’t be scared.”
“I remember.” Jack said with a voice not unlike The Entity’s first try.
He cleared his still intoxicated throat.
“You saved my life last night, and I’m not scared. You wouldn’t have saved me to kill me later. Who are you, what are you?”
Without giving it enough time to answer he said, “I remember a bright cloud engulfing me, you brought me home…” He let the statement unfinished.

The Entity asked Jack to sit at the small coffee table surrounded by four chairs in the small kitchen, it sat down facing him across the table and tried to explain the best it could.

Long minutes passed while it explained to Jack what it was, where it came from and what had happened to its home.
Jack held his face in his hands and listened with a mixture of awe, fascination and disbelief.

“As you obviously have noticed, I’m not quite fully human, yet.”
The last word gave Jack a sudden chill.
“Yet,” he repeated back.
“Yes, I can adapt and become human just like you, although I didn’t know that until now, but there’s a price to pay, for both of us.”

Rachel’s voice had become soft and clear and Jack’s mind, still partly inebriated, struggled to accept and to understand what was happening before him.
He wasn’t a religious man or a believer, but he’d heard someplace that if you wanted a miracle to disappear, all you had to do was question it.

He desperately wanted Rachel back, and was ready to do just about anything to keep this beautiful apparition there, with him, forever.

With his memory still very much aware of his unsuccessful suicide attempt just hours before, he said in a heavy voice,
“If you give me Rachel back, I’ll do anything you ask.”
The Entity/Rachel smiled, right this time, and it felt good.

“You misunderstand Jack Russo, I don’t ask anything of you, except that if I stay with you, as a human, and become mortal, like you, that you will stay with me and not try to die. I will need your life force to stay alive. If you die, I die. That’s the price.”

In the quiet, warm summer night, Jack felt the hair in the back of his neck stand on end. He walked around the small table and hesitantly took Rachel’s hand in his, still somewhat unsure and apprehensive, knowing that this was an alien being, but having been ready to die just hours before, he really didn’t care all that much.
This being in front of him was Rachel and he wanted her to stay. Whatever the price.
Loyalty for love didn’t seem like a bad trade.

Rachel allowed Jack to touch and feel, freely, and even helped him. Remembering Jack’s erotic and euphoric dream, she stood up, approached him, slowly, and kissed him softly on his lips, remaining there a few seconds.
Jack embraced her and kissed her back just as softly. Looked into her beautiful blue eyes and told her, “I missed you babe, welcome home.”

Jack and Rachel moved away from New York City to a log cabin in a mountain range somewhere in Idaho where they lived and loved each other intensely for forty-seven years.

One sunny summer afternoon, under an impossibly bright blue sky, Jack died, at the age of eighty-four.
Rachel took him to a small cavern in the mountain, where they’d agreed he would be interred, and holding his hand, The Entity died too, crossing that final threshold into the unknown with him.

Jack Russo woke up feeling the bitter bite of intense cold. It was comforting and welcome. He opened his eyes, only they weren’t eyes but senses.

He saw that he was a glistening cloud-like entity floating in the vastnesses of outer space. Earth was a splendid blue marble of a planet, with magnificently ornate and tightly populated cities shinning far in the distance and rapidly growing smaller.

But he wasn’t alone there. Gliding smoothly next to him there was another colorful little shape-changing cloud like himself and he could sense the warmth and love flowing freely, rich and profuse between them.

Their crystalline, kaleidoscopic, cloudlike ever-changing bodies glided through space effortlessly at amazing sub-light speeds. They were two tiny nebulas in the glorious vastness of outer space.
No longer the last of their kind.

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Love Defined

Posted on : 13-09-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story

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I know there are many of you out there, maturity levels ranging far above and below my own, who believe my youth invalidates my story. I don’t blame you. I am only sixteen. “Highschool love” is just a big oxymoron to me. But no matter how many relationship websites or love story blogs you visit, you will never be able to define love like this.
Quite honestly, love is indefinite. I can’t define love, but I can tell you how love defines my relationship.

-Our romance is beneath our friendship. He is my best friend, not just my boyfriend. And “best friend” is how I will always think of him first. We agreed if we have to, we will break up before that ever changes.
-I lied to him that my parents abused me. I created bruises all over my body and slit my writs. I faked fainting spells and arrhythmia. I called him frequently while sobbing and threatening to commit suicide, faking my suicide twice. I faked extreme pyrophobia. And then I told him the truth.
-We talked ahead of time about sex. We are going to wait. We’re too young. We’re still growing. Things as important as sex should not be rushed, forced. Sex is a gift and a connection that we’re not mentally, physically prepared for.
-He thought he was going to die. I ditched the entire school day to be with him, deliberately disobeying my parents.
-He asked me what I would think if he left for the entire summer to go to a prestigious musicians camp. Though I didn’t want him to go, I encouraged him to. I will do what’s best for him even when it isn’t easy for me. While he was gone, I spent time with his mom. We planned a surprise party for the day he got back. I invited his close friends and cooked his favorite meals.
-When he is insecure, I don’t make him feel better. I give him a reality check.
-We are taking ballroom dance lessons together so that we won’t be like every other annoying couple vacuuming each other’s faces off at prom.
-We don’t make out. We don’t kiss. We connect. We are affectionate vs sexual.
-We are in love.

(Screen) Name: Nina

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Fake Love, Real Romance

Posted on : 08-09-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story

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OK, I’m 15 yes but I do believe that i can be in love as much as a thrity year old.
When I was 13 I met a boy named Robbie. He was tall, charming, what I believed to be a down to earth boy taht i was lookin gofr. I had a year and a half of heart break and drama because of him. He cheated, raped and tourchured me.
Well one night, when I was secretly dating this boy, we went out, out to the skatin grink, it was a friday. I hadnt known it, but i met the love of my life. Some friends of mine, Mike and Angel, began throwing a smashed can. I got angry adn threw it as hard as I can. Nearly hitting a tall, very handsome boy named Hunter. I yelled an apology and turned away. a bit later as he walked by, I said sorry and he sat down and we bagan talking. His voice, his eyes, his lip ring, it all captured me enormously, adn I began likin ghim without my knowing it. I remeber Robbie getting very jelous of Hunter, this angel. Hunte rhad to leave and we bid our farwells. A few days later, as I was talking to my best friends Sydney and Megan, They looked at me and said at the same time “Alexis, you like Hunter” now right before this robbie had broke up with me for one of my friends, so I got Megan to get me Hunters AIM and I began talking to him. it hurt at first, I saw no reason for him to like me. it began very slowly, I was not used to waiting this long for a oby to like me. Two months passed of just talkin gonline and e decided to meet up. We don’t live far apart. We met at Taco Bell, a place where teenagers like to walk and buy food. BEcause of my stupidity, i missed him. I got home and got online, heartbroken, to find he had seen me, but I had not seen him. So I decided to walk to his house, with my best friend Megan. I got there and we sat on his porch, talking, and I wanted to cry cause all I could think was “why would a boy like him want me?” Megan had earlier walked back home, so we got up and walked to her house. We sat in the basement talking, me and my failing attempts at flirting. MEgan kept treying to get me to kiss him but i shook my head and texted her i was to shy to. After a little while he had to go home so Megan and I walked him back. On his porch, I finally got the balls to kiss him. i missed like the blond I am, but it was a start. I got online the next day, and we met up again. we walked on trails around my town, after a bit decided to sit on a bench. He kissed me, and my heart topped. I st there with my head on his shoulder and he held my hand.We went our separate ways after a while and I went home and cried, my heart was shattering, I didnt know why he would like me and it hurt. The next day I walked to his house and hung with him, then going to Megans to hang out. She got frustraited, seeing us holding hands but not dating. She asked “do you like her?” he sat in cilence, my heart was cracking more. She repeted her question and he said “Yeah. I was going to ask he rout tonight on the computer” Megan, pleased with herself, said “alright yall are going out now!”my heart aws in hyperdrive. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. We had to painfully separate again. But that was just the beginning. I love Hunte rmore than anything, his is my soulmate and I know it.

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Love or what???

Posted on : 08-09-2009 | By : aishu.raj | In : First Love, Romance Love Story

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We met in school, 11th grade, one of the first days…He was is the neighbouring section.we didn’t take notice of each other.we were friends but nothing more than that. Then came up a school outing. he was there and i was there..we belonged to the same group. so we chose to hangout together.there were small..things that happened…that weren’t special but turned out special for the two of us…We exchanged phone no. and started coming closer and closer…he already had a crush on me, but thought i was dating someone else, so he chose not to tell me. One day i happened to ask him if he has feelings for someone in this school, and to that he replied very truthfully, YES! for two weeks i kept asking for clues and guessing who the girl was.. at the end of which it was clear, who she was. Me. i wasnt into him then. thought a lot. Do i like him? and had had the record of not having crushes…and then suddenly i realised,
i am in love. he asked me out.i said yes.it was all working out well until he realised after a month that he was still not over his ex girlfriend. and had nothing to say then because i was totally into him. we broke up but chose to be friends. i wanted him to be happy so i told him that im over him.its been a year now since we broke up, and i still have the same feelings for him.

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I crush on someone so badly, but he never notice me..

Posted on : 25-08-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Secret Love

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The first time I had a crush on somebody is when i was 7 years old. because my siblings and my cousins are all girls, i think i become so attarcted to cute boys but at the same time, i am also too shy to talk to boys too. so you can tell, since 7 until now, i have crush on gazillion of guys. however, when I turned 13, i went to a bording school. there, i met this one guy. he was so cute with his charming smile, fair skin, smart brain, but most importantly he was very pious. this guy don’t talk to girls much including me. but i always eyeing him. his personality attract me the most. at the hostel, i always talked about him until all my friends can detect the HUGE crush i kept for him. yeah, sometimes he annoyed me by refusing to talked to girls except for important matter. during 5 years of being in boarding school, i have to admit… he was not my only crush. but, the other crush seem to come and go and none can really attract me except for him. i don’t know why i kept thinking about him on those days until i figured out i truly have fall for him. he was my first love! my friends really did a great job on trying to hook us up which mada me happy but so shy and finally turns to shame. the guy tried to avoid me. its not like i tried to catch him, except for the gossip my frinds made. his act really hurt me. i wonder, why can’t he just act normal??? i not an ugly witch who tried to cast a spell on the guy she likes. i would never chase after guy although i like them so badly. so i repeat, IT HURT A LOT! after i finally end my high school, i thought i would never see him again. it does hurt too,because everyday my eyes will fix on him and watch every steps he takes, but not being able to see him again is nothing compare to the scars he made on me before. so i would prefer not to see him. however, we met again in college but he won’t be long there. he will continue his studies in medicine in egypt. i think my first love isn’t as wonderful as the other but thinking of him always made me feel ease. he never knew he had left a deep scars on my heart and he had become a part of my history but i still can’t stop thinking about him. hopefully, i’ll find someone better than him who would always notice how i feel, what i think and what i want. hope you’ll find someone! best of luck my ex-love….

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First Love

Posted on : 23-08-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : First Love, Romance Love Story

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When I was in middle school, I always tried to give dating a chance. I was only 14 at the time, so
of course I was a bit experienced and naive. My cousin Kristina who was also my age seemed to
be more into serious relationships then I had ever been. She kissed boys in the halls while I just pushed my boyfriend away childishly, as if he was my best friend. My mother knew Kristina was older mentally than physically, while I was still into cartoons and wanting to hang out with friends. I remember seeing Kristina lose her first love, which seemed unbearable. She cried for a long time, i myself could feel her heartache. I never wanted to go what she went through, and i always heard my mom say, ” I’ll never have to worry about Alyssa, shes always mean to them boys.”
So after the weeks i seen my cousin cry over how tragic it was to lose her first love, vowed and said,” That will never be me.”
High school soon came at an instant, I was a freshman at North County. My classes were all far away in different halls, there was no group to follow anymore. I remember walking into my first class, it was foundations of art. The smell of paint stung my nose, giving me a small headache. My teacher was a tall skinny woman, thick rimmed glasses, olive green pants, and freckles the covered her nose. Ms. Gshweng was her name. I had gotten to pick my own seat. Which was quite difficult since this was my very first class as a highschooler. One table full of preps, another with immature freshman who I didn’t want to get involved with, then the table with one friend i knew. His name was John, in my middle school last year. I was completely overwhelmed that I had someone to talk to. There were two other boys at the table, and with out me knowing, one of these boys would change my life dramatically. John introduced me to a boy who sat accrossed from him, his name was Charles but everyone called him Bunky.
I sat beside him and smiled, ” Hey I’m Alyssa, im a freshman here.” Bunky gave me a warm smile, ” Hey I’m a senior here.” Knowing he was a Senior made me a little nervous, he was two years older then me. I never was use to talking to teens older then me, so i figured I’d have to make an adjustment. Months had went by, and the more i talked to him the more i grew fonder. I’d always take his house keys so that he would have to find me near the buses at the end of the day, because i felt the need to see him again. We became close, so close. We talked online, in class, in the halls. Occasionally he’d walk me to class. He was my best friend and the only thing i could talk about with my friends.
Then the dreaded ending of the semester came, where we would switch to our new classes. He went to photography as well as I. But on different times. It killed me not being able to see him as much as i did. Art class kept us together, talking. I realized, i was in love with him, his walk, that crooked smile of his when he told me the ridiculous stories of things he had done in the past. Never have i had such strong feelings. Then in April came the school year was reaching it’s end, which meant not even being able to glimpse at Bunky in the halls. I cringed at the thought.
One night i went online, since Bunky had told me he added me on myspace. I got a message saying that he liked me, and that he thought he was below my standards since i was so beautiful. I felt butterflies in my stomach as i read each sentence. After that day, i asked him if he’d date me and he said yes with no hesitations.
We dated for a year, I fell head over heels in love with that boy. He was everything i ever hoped for. Everything i ever needed, or so i thought. Clearly do i remember a month after our year anniversary, he all together stopped talking to me as much, no phone calls every night at 9:30 to tell me goodnight, or the sweet kisses he would give me on my forehead. The things about me on his myspace were deleted. I felt my heart begin to beat faster as i thought of reasons of why he would leave me. I gave him everything i had. My love for him was unconditional, I’d miss everyday he was away. I swore up and down that he was god sent, my gift from heaven.
Sometimes i felt like i was over reacting but the signs were so clear. I just didn’t want to believe it. Denial was my greatest downfall. My friend angel and her boyfriend Danny were worried since i was spending most of my time indoors locking myself in my room, so they took me out to get a pedicure. Bunky somewhat off my mind, i kept looking at my cellphone waiting for his text. Something he hadn’t sent me for 3 days. Nor did i speak to him for 3 days. Which got me worried. Then my phone vibrated. I felt my heart leap as i grabbed the phone from the end table in the nail salon. It was from Bunky! But when i opened the text, my excitement faded. My heart fell all the way to the pit of my stomach. The text had said, ” I don’t want to be in a relationship anymore.”
At that moment i felt truly alone. Tears fell like bullets, my stomach tied into a knot. I cradled my head in my hands. I left the salon and went to the bathroom, Angel and Danny followed. Then i had passed out on the floor because of stress.
My life became my worst nightmare. I lost my first love, something i vowed i would never go through. But it hit me like lightning, he was gone i would never see him again. For he didn’t want to. I was mad at him. But now that i look back, i wish i could thank him. For giving the best year of my life. He shown me what true love is, without him i never would have felt it. I miss him dearly, sometimes i think of that day i met him in class, i still walk by that class today. I just smile. He’ll always have a special place in my heart. And he will always be known as my first love.

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