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How I met Chris

Posted on : 01-05-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : First Love, Romance Love Story

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It all started out around football season in 7th grade. I was on the flag football team but I didn’t get to play because I broke my thumb. I just went to the practices to watch. Well one of my friends, Tiffany, came by and this tall kid with black spiky hair was with her. She introduced me to him and he had the cutest smile too. He had the most perfect tan skin tone, beautiful dark brown eyes, semi-deep voice, and you could tell he was PURE Puerto Rican! Oh there I go daydreaming about him again.. Anyways, he smiled directly at me and we locked eyes for a few seconds. He stood next to me, put his right arm around my shoulders, looked down at me and said “Hey I’m Chris. You wanna dance? C’mon let’s dance.” Then he did something that looked like a short two-step dance, i gave him a weird look, he laughed and walked away. I immediately fell in love at that second. I began wondering what my life would be like if we went out. He stopped coming to our practices but he found me online and we started talking as “friends”. A month went by and he began flirting with me online. Another month went by and that’s when he asked me out. I said “Yes” but I didn’t make it seem like I was desperate or anything. Friday, he came to my school the next as soon as the bell rang to go home. I was very nervous because It was only our 2nd day of going out. I gave him a hug, then told him that I had rehearsal. (I was in a play at the time) we said good-bye and walked separate ways. He invited me to the movies over the weekend with a bunch of friends. I told my step mom that I was going out with Chris and asked permission to go to the movies. She told me that she was going to talk with my dad which scared the hell out out of me. My real mom pulled up into the driveway to pick me up. It was my weekend with my mom. On Saturday night I asked my mom if I could go to the movies on Sunday with Chris. She told me that it was up to my father. (She always says that!!!) My dad said “No”, of course.. A few days later my dad and I had “The Talk” and he said that we could consider ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend. Two days later he found out that I had a D in science and he flipped out and told me that I wasn’t allowed to have a boyfriend. It was too late because we were already going out and I’m not going to break up with him just for THAT!
I ignored my dad and continued to date him. After a month and a half of dating, I was walking around school with a few of my friends. Then one of Chris’s friends saw me and told me that Chris was at the walker’s gate and he wanted to see me. ALL of my friends were like “Oh My God! Come on let’s go! Fix your hair! Hurry up!” They rushed me over to the gate and it was pretty crowded. I saw him on the other side of the gate and wondered how I would get to him. A teacher opened the gate and a whole bunch of kids came pouring out. One of my friends pushed me through all of them until Chris was right in front of me. We hugged and he introduced me to his older brother. Behind Chris I saw Tiffany and my other friend Emily with a camera ready to take a picture. I signaled for them to leave and they went behind the gate to where I can’t see them. I looked at Chris again and he was telling his friends to go away to and that he’ll catch up with them later. We locked eyes and I guess he panicked because he was like “Okay well bye!!”. I said bye and I went to give him another hug. I had my arms wrapped around his waist and he had his arms around my shoulders. He hugged me back and while hugging me, he gave me my first kiss. Of course I kissed him back, I didn’t stay frozen. His lips were so soft. I was surprised because my heart wasn’t beating fast and I wasn’t nervous. I felt completely comfortable and safe in his arms. We finally let go and left. I saw Tiffany and Emily jump out from behind the gate and they were laughing. I don’t know what they were laughing about but I didn’t really care. Chris was the only thing on my mind. He’s my First True Love and forever I will keep that kiss. I love you Chris!!

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When we first started out!!!

Posted on : 22-04-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Lost and Love, Romance Love Story

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Well it started out our freshman year of high school. We were two lost people just looking for some fun but it turned into something that couldnt be undone. He would txt and call me all the tim write me cute little love letters. Always asked if i wanted to be his girlfriend but… of course i just had to say no. It went on like this the whole year well we said our goodbyes and went on. The following year we came back and ga did he look so fine i knew i would have done anything to make him mine.lol. We would pass each other in the hall giving each other “the look”. Finally he got the courage to ask me for my number i gave it to him…from there he told me exactly how he felt inside he just opened his heart to me. We talked for weeks i was really getting interested in him. The things he was saying to me were things you would never imagine. He made me feel like there was noone else in this world that could ever treat me better. Sooooo i said yes. We started hangin out alot at school and stuff but then we decided we wanted to try to get serious so we started hangin out outside of school. We really started to fall in love. Well til this day were still in love but anyways bout a year after that he ask for my hand in marriage the hardest decision EVER. I said yes with tears streaming down my cheeks. I finally found the one i can spend forever with thats the only thing that went through my mind. But to this day were still together and our love is stronger than ever. So dont pass anyone up tht Might or MAYBe might look like the one cause you’ll miss out…I ALMOST DID!!!

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First love

Posted on : 22-04-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : First Love, Romance Love Story

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

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Never regret something that once made you smile . .. …

Posted on : 19-04-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : First Love, Romance Love Story

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To start it from the beginning it is not possible at all coz i m so confused where it starts …

The thing that i remeber is the day when we talk for the first and she is yelling at me coz sumbdy uses my id and post some comments to her a/c, that day we fight a lot from my side explaining her that it was not me and she is all the time asking me to shut my mouth.

At last i convinced letting her believe that that was not me … and we are assuring each other tht we r not going to msg anymore and see the fate she scrap me something means that why i am rembring her 🙂

and thn we started to know each other believing each other and keeping ourslf happy and smiling all the time

for the first time my cell is out of my bag rather it was use to be in bag with a long list of miss calls and for the first time i am using it fully
though the terrifs are to high yaar …but all the time we kept ourslf busy in each other like pune and my city is not so far

i am happy that we met svra
i really donknow hw to tell you tht hw much i love you …..

and i know it is sumthing special coz over the span of two and a half year what i really care is you

bcoz of some reasons that i dont know why we’ve changed .. but the love for you in me will never change even if you wont loveme though i know you do…

we r nt talking each other nymore bt i still love you a bit more thn yesterday and little less then tommorow….

and i will definitely keep my promise to meet you some day dear …. love you

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anusha kalagarla

Posted on : 05-04-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Lost and Love, Romance Love Story

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hi its not my story but a failed story of my friend. his name is hariprasad.i dont wher to start but i will start the story from day1 of our college. its 2004 as we got admission in our college in councelling, we are overwhelmed and we started our colourful journey of our life. on the day1 i met a boy hariprasad i came to know he is the best in our college,best ranker in entrance exam and he also scored 97% in his 12th std. as we started our journey we got a girl in our class called anusha who has eys on this boy. from 1st yr she tried to talk to him, this innocent idiot fell for her sweet words.she acted very sweet. he used to be leader of our class, alrounder. he is good at sports as he is good at studies. he always uded to say enoy your life as play for pysical fitness, but this girl completely changed his life.

after 2nd year friendshipday party he got away from us, 24hrs he used to be th her. we warned him not to believe her she is dangerous so he left her giving all the respect to our words,

after 4 months she got him in a bus after freshers party we gave to our juniors. she acted so sweet such that he accepts her. she achieved it, he is once again away from us.

the day is a starting point for his destruction.he is completely in her trap, even she acted so smart that even we believe her. so we thought ok he got a good one, but she is a bitch. she roamed th him all the four years she made im like a slave, she used to make him convince her for everything,

at first he used to so masculine never get into her way, but as she observed all this she kept her body as a weapon for making him a slave, so he got completely in her hands, from then on no games, his physical fitness went to earth. no games always fights with us for her. we warned him n times but no he always used to ask us to shut our mouths and she is the best.

he always thought of her, by chance both got job in same company(virtusa hyderabad).he thought everything is fine for them,

but jobs got delayed due to economic downtrends. then she thought he is no use for her then she left him suddenly fixing a match, she convinced him as she want, she thought he is a bakra he can do anything, then he agreed for that thinking that she will be happy. but he is not able to take her out of minds, he is so foolish injured himself and suffering froma brain clot now, he is suffering from brain paralysis. he ll not live for more days, even now she dint even enquire about him and even she dint reply for our mails about his condition. he is half mad now geeting some pysychothereapy now,

never believe girls man, beware of them they will show you hell when they want something, girla forget so easily but boys no they will get a permanent tatto of gals into thier hearts. now she is so happy but what about him, he is completely destroyed. suffering from a disease attempting suisides whenever possible we saved him 2 times till date. dont know when he will die, but she is completely responsible. the best student of the class has become mentally retarded now, so guys no love no gals no cry

be happy th out love

this story i am writing on behalf of our friends who are friends to hariprasad and wish him recoovery or happy death.

but anusha you will have to face the consequences if something happens to him, we are not going to leave you

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The one and only

Posted on : 05-04-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story

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I was 23 and everyone I knew had a boyfriend or were married. I never really wanted love or spent time being jealous of my friends. Then one day my mother held a retirement party for her boss and she invited me to come along. Since I had nothing better to do I agreed. The party was very loud and it hurt my ears to be inside so I went outside to look at the stars. After a few minutes a hot young guy came outside and joined me. We were silent for a few minutes before he introduced him self as Kalvin Martin. He was my moms bosses son. Then I introduced myself as Grace Adams(of course). Kalvin was very nice and time just flew by when we were together that evening. I gave him my number and we began to see each other. After a few times out with him I began to feel different and realized that I was in love. Kalvin was everything I needed, my true other half. We dated for just over a year before he proposed to me in the same place that we met. At this moment we are happily married and have two beautiful children. I love him so much.

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Single Mother

Posted on : 02-04-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Long Distance Love, Romance Love Story

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I am young of twenty and have 1 kid, a boy. About a year ago, I knew a man 8 months (Online). He was married, and I took him seriously. Because I thought he was very nice..

My boyfriend died some time ago. I was heartbroken, and finally my sister persuaded me to come back to my old home town. A short time after, I met this man again.

He told me that. he is separated from his ex wife (Filipina), and that he had two children to take care of. He is still married, and living alone at his apartment and working to support his children. We have seen quite a lot each other lately (Online Cam), and are very fond of one another.
But here is the problem:

He had promised his wife not to marry again, because she did not want the children to be unhappy. She had seen so many children made unhappy by step parents, and thought it would be better if he remained single.

But I am sure that I would be good to his children. My boy is fond of him, and he seems like them a lot. I think he trusts me, hates to break his promise. I’m lonely for companionship, and believe we could be happy together and make his children happy. My son and him know each other, and often play together (On cam); they seem to get along all right.

Please tell me what to do about the whole thing. I hate being left in mid-air, not knowing what is what, or how to plan for the future.

*My thoughts*

* It was rather a strange promise for me to make, and it was not right of this wife to expect him to keep it. Marriage vows say, “until death do us part.” They do not actually bind a person to eternal loneliness if one marriage partner leaves this world.

But since I feel as he does, I doubt whether I would be happy if I did marry him. The memory of his first wife would probably always come between me, and if something went a little wrong, he might be prompted to compare me with his first marriage partner.

However, if he feels that he cannot break his promise, and that it binds him unconditionally, then it would be better for me to see him less often and have other friends, and meet some fine man who would be eager to give me and my son a home.

I talk things over with my friend; after that I will be able to decide whether I should keep on going with him, or find someone who isn’t bound by a promise not to marry again.

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I Hope I’ll Never See Him Again!

Posted on : 02-04-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : First Love, Romance Love Story

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There is this guy named Roby and he kinda has my heart.

He is kind and sweet, he made me believe that there is a possibility between the two of us.

The time that i fell in love with him was the time when i forgot to bring my pencil, he broke his pencil into two and gave me the other half.
Isn’t that sweet?!.

I tried to show him what i feel for him but there were lots of things that keeps getting in the way like his ex. I know he still loves her but my heart won’t give up the possibility that he might like me. Because I’ve seen him I noticed him lots of times that he’s looking at me. Or maybe he is just like that or maybe it’s just coincidence — i don’t know.

He and his ex got back together.

I gave up and never spoken to him again. He showed effort in talking to me , like telling me jokes but I just ignored him.

It was sad I didn’t even say goodbye to him on graduation day , I left him curios.
I hope I’ll never see him again, he hurt me in a way he doesn’t know.

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How I meet my soul mate

Posted on : 23-03-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story

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This is a story of how I meet and connected with my soul mate, and our first date:

The first day we connected, I heard you talking, joined in the conversation. I was immidiately attracted to you. I sought out to have more conversation with you. We took a break by the back of the building and talked much more in private. I knew you were someone I was going to be connected to right away! I asked you to stay after work to chat with me more. You stayed, which shocked me, since you were working a double that day! We connected again that night as well, and we laughed and shared thoughts and feelings. We exchanged e-mail addresses and I wrote you for the first time that night from work, cause I so wanted to talk with you again. In that letter I know we had joked about us getting a one bedroom apartment and how we would arrange it with the four of us together, who would have ever have known that we would literally go there one day. I only worked there for two weeks! I only worked with you that once in which we connected. Got fired shortly afterwards, we never worked together again after that night, but we had already connected and started in motion a relationship.

Our first date! What a night! I think I could write a book on it if I had the time! We had e-mailed and chatted online for about a week. I had learned that she liked Arabic things, so I looked online for an Arabic restraunt to take her too. I wanted to be sure that she knew that I listened to her, and that I cared about what she said. I had to deal with the fact of telling her I was still married, but separated in mind and in spirit. I had practiced all day long with my mother and my best friend Marie on how to tell you this. I was sick to my stomach about it, cause I stood to lose her if I didn’t approach it the right way. I knew what was in my heart and I needed to be sure to convey it correctly to her. The Arabic place was very nice, she was even suprised when the belly dancer came out and started dancing. Since again it was something she had conveyed to me in that week about something she was very much into. I think she knew right there and then, that I was serious about us and this was not a fly by night relationship I was working on. I had arranged for us to go to the landing in downtown Jacksonville that night. I wanted to be close to the water, cause I knew we were both stronger emotionally next to it. We walked around a bit and enjoyed the Christmas decorations. She was like a kid in a candy store seeing the huge lighted tree and all the lights and ornaments. I walked with her all the while thinking about what needed to be discussed. I tried to find a warm quiet place and looked around for one. I remember telling her I had something to say, and she stared me dead in the eyes, which made it even harder. I told her, and of course she was shocked inside to hear what I had to say. We walked some more by the water while I gave her time to internalize it in her head. We ended up sitting down in a pavillion next to the water where we talked about it more. It ended with both of us still feeling connected. We walked a little more, and I stopped her and gave her a big hug. This was our first true embrace, we almost kissed there as well. I know I had wanted too, but she turned her head before I planted my lips. We ended up on a bench outside while we watched the Christmas tree perform a light show in sync with music. I moved her so I could massage her shoulders for her. We soon ended up with her in my arms sidways on a bench upstairs. We finally kissed, and it was like nothing I could ever forget. I had kissed many times before but with her it was pure electricity. I was already falling in love with her. We had both broken so many rules that night in regards to what we said we were that night. It was like the rule book in life for ourselves was thrown out! We had both agreed on that we don’t like to kiss on first dates!! I guess it was meant to be, and I now had seen her in a totally new light. From that point on I knew that I was going to have a relationship with this woman. Now to what degree I had no idea.

We never stopped talking from the one night that we meet at work. We have talked EVERY SINGLE NIGHT ever since then. Sometimes for many many hours, sometimes for only a short moment. One thing though that we agreed on is without a spoken word is that we would never let a night go without somehow connecting. I cannot begin to tell you how connected I feel with her. We feel every single emotion together and every single thought. We don’t even have to talk together to know what the other is feeling. It is like we are twins or something and are connected at the mind together. It really does amaze me in that sense, that we are so totally connected in mind and spirit. It has been about three months from that infamous first date, and we have not stopped loving each other since. We are now in the middle of planning to move out, and start a new life together. Who would have ever known from a simple meeting of the minds that we would have grown to love each other to this level of understand and commitment!

James

3/23/09

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Letting Go.

Posted on : 18-03-2009 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Fictional Love Story, Romance Love Story

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The time was fall of 2005. I am walking with someone who is very dear to me. Someone I adore deeply. She is a woman my age. Where we are walking is a heavily forested area that is all her land. It is remote and far away from everything. There is only one road through here. The forest on her land is broken by two hay fields, two horse pastures, half a dozen natural clearings, and a house and barn. There are 15 horses here, a couple tractors, assorted haying machinery, horse trailers, and the like. She looks after it all.

This is hardly a good day for a walk however. In the early morning the sky did not become light until well after it should have due to a very solid, dark and heavy overcast. It’s not raining, but there’s a heavy mist coming down. The mist collects in the pine trees and falls to the ground in big drops. We are walking on a tractor trail that connects the house and barn with the fields and some of the clearings. Often there is evidence of the activities of bears and wolves in the open areas. The horses are kept close to the house, and that is where the main pastures are as well. The wild animals stay away from that area other than an occasional sighting when they approach for a look out of curiosity. When ever she comes back this far on her land though, she carries a rifle. But today I am carrying it, slung over my shoulder.

This walk in less than ideal conditions is a necessary one. She talks about what this land means to her. She loves it. She knows every tree here. The fences that frame this huge tract of land, she put up by herself. She does the haying, training and feeding the horses, and works on the machinery or anything that needs fixing. There is always a lot to do here. Yet this woman next to me is just five feet tall, and has never weighed more than 120 pounds in her life. But she is a tough little stick of dynamite. She knows what work is, and often starts her day at 5:00 a.m. no matter what the weather brings.

She has auburn colored hair – fairly long. I often thought that a woman so outdoor active would prefer shorter hair. But she keeps it long and I’m glad, because it’s very pretty. I adore her smile. When she smiles, her eyes smile. Her feminine figure is evident in her blue jeans, tapered shirt, and a waist length denim jacket to help ward off the mist. She is beautiful. I have studied her figure every chance I get for two years now. I find her intriguing. And still, after two years when we create our private and intimate time to come together and she stands before me, I still tremble.

She wears leather work gloves now, since she had been feeding the horses earlier. Her jeans are worn and faded from long hours of mending fences, and cleaning stalls. Her denim jacket is worn as well, and the cuffs are becoming frayed. Our boots are soaked from walking in the wet tall grass.

After she has talked and made clear her need for this place and what she does here, I take control of the conversation. I too love the place where I live, my little town. I am part of it, and all in the community share a devotion for one another. And my work is my life. I could never do anything else. Before I go to work, I feel good. I feel good while I am at work doing what I do. And when I get home, I feel good about what I have done. The problem that faces us is that our lives are 90 miles apart. I have been seeing her for two years. When ever any time at all permits, I drive out to be with her. Sometimes I can stay two or three days. Sometimes it’s only for 12 hours. But I am neglecting my own home, and the obligations that come with it.

I have had experience with horses and I appreciate anything mechanical. I help her with all the tasks around this place. But most of all, I cherish the time I have in her presence. But it is apparent that the physical gap, in miles, that separates us can never be closed. She has to stay where she is, and I have to stay where I am. The impracticality of our deep affection for each other is surfacing with time, after having been ignored for so long. This conclusion wasn’t arrived at today. It is something we have been discussing for a couple months. The fixes for the problem simply won’t work. And this reality is boldly before us.

After we each take our turns speaking, there is silence as we walk. I take her gloved hand in my hand to silently confirm with her she is still in my heart. We pass patches of wild strawberries and blueberries. I know she is thinking she must get back out here and pick them for canning before the bears take them all. It’s part of her ritual. I understand it’s part of the fulfillment she cherishes by living here.

We are getting closer to the barn now, and beyond that is where my truck is parked. The best route from the barn to my truck is to follow a fence line through the trees. We walk into the barn and I dry off the rifle with a dirty towel on a work bench. I put the rifle where it belongs – concealed behind a wooden plank. Just above us in the rafters, is an owl. He has long since become accustomed to the daytime activities in the barn, and is fast asleep. The dreary day has made the light in the barn very dim. Usually, on a sunny day, the barn is a very bright and welcoming. But not today. The mist has given way to a steady rain now. The shoulders and sleeves of her jacket are already quite wet from the long walk in the mist. And my clothes are wet too. We talk some more in the barn. We are old enough and smart enough to realize that if either one of us sacrificed a part of his or her world to be with the other all the time, it wouldn’t work out. Sacrifice would turn into regret, and regret is an anchor on a vessel that must keep moving forward. So it is now that we fully understand we must let go.

We leave the barn through the opposite door we came in, towards my truck. We walk along the fence line to the opposite side of the trees. We stop here. My truck is just one hundred yards away. We turn towards each other and I place my hands on her waist. She takes off her leather gloves and lets them drop to the ground as she puts her hands on my waist as well. We confirm that we will miss each other very much. I am looking intently at her pretty face.

We only talk a little bit out here because we are getting rain soaked. I could never leave here. She tells me. I could never live in a town. And I know you could never give up being an Engineer and leave the rails and the trains.

You are really good with the horses she continues, and good with the machines too. You know what needs to be done, and when to do it. Both with this land. she steps in a little closer to me, and with a smile and a quiet voice says, and with me too. She is looking up at me. As the rain falls on her face, her eyes don’t even flinch. This woman has stood outside in much worse weather than this. I leaned down and kissed her mouth. I knew that would be our last kiss, and I expected her to let go of me at that moment, but she didn’t. Instead she shook me slightly, as if she didn’t already have my complete attention. You know what I wish? What I really, really wish? I wish you and I had connected 20 years ago, instead of just two. 20 years ago we didn’t have such deep set roots in our lives, we were more flexible, and together we could have grown in to who we are now.. because you and I make one hell of a good team.

With that, she let go of me, and I her. She bent over to pick up her gloves off the ground and began walking the fence line back through the trees. I studied her figure for the last time as she left. I lost focus for a moment as I realized that I had a lot of thoughts and painful emotions to analyze over the coming days. When I looked for her again, she was gone. Out of necessity, we had given up something very precious. And now I was a man who had lost true love, just standing in the rain.

(Screen) Name: Derail

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