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Why do people fall in love for a person with whom there is no future?

Posted on : 15-09-2018 | By : A-Pie | In : First Love



Opening those pages of my life when “Jerk” was with me. I used to call him jerk. Lol. He was a resident in my college and so I knew him since 3 years as a person before I actually got to know him personally. Everyone including professors, seniors, juniors, staff loved him because he is actually a good human being and a kind-hearted soul. Whenever we talked with each other, it was always related to studies until that night when result of his post graduation exam was declared. I congratulated him on messenger at around 9 pm and I don’t know how we started talking about other stuff (which didn’t include anything regarding studies). In the middle of that conversation, we exchanged our contact number and started chatting on whatsapp. But, this wasn’t a usual chat. It was something very new for me and I don’t know why I wasn’t feeling like to even end that chat, and probably neither he wanted to. Even after telling ‘Bye” to each other, we kept on chatting and didn’t realize it was almost 3.30 am. I didn’t want that night to end up; I wished time stops for a while. But, unluckily it was a time to end the chat, as he had to wake up early to go to hospital.

Woke up next morning and my mind was all covered up with the thoughts about him and the chat that we had the previous night. I was blushing and getting pink thinking about him and his few words that made me feel so special. And, then we started chatting with each other almost everyday and it used to give me those special vibes all over my body. Initially, I tried not to react to his flirty messages but then it was getting so difficult to hide my feelings for him. I knew there was no future with him because I was already on a path that was leading me to another country and he had almost settled in my home country. Also, there was no hope from the family side. I knew they wont have accepted him as society just accuses parents if the girl tries to get in a relationship with a guy of her own choice and I never wanted to be a reason due to which my parents have to keep their head low. So, all these things were continuously hammering my mind. I was accusing myself for falling for a guy that is going to lead me nowhere but then this is what love is all about. Love just happens without any reason. And, it was ofcourse impossible to not fall for my Jerk. Haha!!! At last I just thought to go ahead with the flow and kept all my worries aside.

It continued thereafter. Waiting for his message became a daily routine. I was never in a relationship with any guy and it was something new for me. Getting kissing emojis from him used to make my day. I used to constantly look at home screen of my phone to check for any notification of a message from him. And, when I used to get that, I used to be on ninth cloud. One day, I posted a picture on social media and I received a text from him praising me, and it made me feel gleeful. In the middle of the conversation, he said, “I wish I could kiss you”. I was speechless and sent him smiling emojis. Next, he said, “Lets do it.” “Close your eyes.” And I was like what’s going on. I sent him an emoji (monkey closing his eyes with hands). He messaged “Let me hold your hands” “I will kiss your both eyes” “Now your nose” “Then your cheeks” “Your lips”… And to all these messages I just replied him with emojis. It gave those vibes to me. It was like a kind of shock passing all over my body. Next, he said, “What you are wearing?” I replied “Clothes”. To this, I think he realized I was getting uncomfortable and so he said “Okay. So now its better we stop here and sleep”. Though I was literally shivering during this conversation and could feel my heart beats, I still didn’t want it to end. I wanted to know what he wants to do now. So, I texted him, “What if I let you do this?” He then said, “I would now take off your top” “Would kiss you gently on your back now” “And now your abdomen.” Now this was the peak level of me having feeling of butterflies in stomach. I just replied with emojis in this conversation, as I was having no clue what to tell him. That was the first time; we got physically close to each other on phone. It was still a very pure chat I feel. Since that night, we started having chats of kissing, hugging, and getting close in bed.

One day, we had talk about sex. Things he wanted to do with me. He kept on messaging and I kept on replying and didn’t realize when it reached there down. I said what if it hurts; to this he replied very gently that I will leave it and wont hurt you. I replied back telling what if I feel uncomfortable; he said, I am sure once I am with you, you wont feel uncomfortable. I was so shy to hear that but deep down I was blushing. I felt wet down though it was just on message. At the end, he said we are doing this when I come there (Actually he was doing job at that time in other city). And I was like “Really?” I was so numb for a second. I never did that but then I trusted him so much and felt that I wont mind when he is the one to whom I have to loose my virginity. But, unfortunately when he came back to my city, we couldn’t meet. I was dying to meet him but circumstances were not in our favor. But, he felt that I was making excuses, it wasn’t true though. After few weeks, he got married to someone else. It broke me from within. I knew one day this would happen but I was still not ready to accept it too soon. It was like a dream when he was with me. I can never forget those 6 months when I could say that “Yes, he is all mine, and I feel he is my life.” It hurts when I see him hanging around with his wife, posting pictures on social media with her. I don’t know will I ever feel the same with any other guy or not, because it was for the first time, and the first feelings are always special and precious.

P.S. Message for him “If you are reading this, then I would like to say that you always thought that I was making excuses and I was just talking and I didn’t feel the same; but my love, trust me I was always dying to hug you, kiss you, and get touched by you. My feelings for you were never less than what I used to express in front of you. It was far more beyond then you can even imagine.”


The Search for Loving Forgiveness

Posted on : 15-09-2018 | By : admin | In : Internet Romance

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By Bobby Larry




Hello, ladies and gentleman. A special shout-out to my beloved Mabel is in order as I dedicate this message to her in the hope that she might forgive me for my recent heinous actions. This is a heartfelt message straight from the man himself, Bobby Larry.


Message Start


Chapter 1

I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve anyone, really. I’m sorry that this crazy bastard that I am chose out of all the women in that little store we toil in, it had to be you. Looking from the so-called competition, it was probably obvious why I wanted you. You have such a lovely, albeit rather unkempt, brunette ponytail. You have a perky, lively manner of walking, something that is still quite apparent when you’re waiting in line, always dancing the time away. You have a such a lovely voice. Now granted, you still sound so much like a girl even though you’re a full-figured woman, through and through. Still, it does make you sound quite youthful, though I imagine you’ll lose such voice by the time you hit 40. However, if there is one physical trait that stands out from everything else, it’s your eyes. They’re beautiful, soft, warmth-giving eyes. When I ever see those eyes with that smile of yours, I seriously feel that the vast, multiple troubles and travails in my life are gone. Those irises of milky azure rope me in into some strange, ethereal world since I don’t see many people with such a color. The rest of your countenance then ropes me into a calming mood which in turn completes a sensation that all of the stresses that I had before seeing your smile are someplace else. It really does feel that I may have seen, for a few seconds, a glimpse into heaven.

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Sometimes I listen to “Photograph” by Def Leppard whenever I imagine your physical presence. Okay, I try to imagine that tune as your theme song just for the rockin’ themes of infatuation. Yeah, I’m not one for the “contemporary” music of today with its dubstep, hip-hop, techno BS I don’t give a crap about. I’m weird like that. I just like that classic rock from yesteryear. With that in mind, that song of the same name by Nickelback can go to hell!

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I just want to go on record saying that while I found you attractive- and I still do at times -I am somehow not thrown completely out of whack to know that you sure as hell won’t be winning any beauty contests. That nose of yours could really use some straightening up, since it looks like it was smooshed by some wall from a few years back. Do you not have the means to buy some decent shampoo and conditioner to rein in that hair of yours? I see so many split ends and stray hairs everywhere that if you wore a bum’s clothes, I’d think you were that indigent. The most glaring physical feature I see is when you’re not smiling, your face seems to express one of two expressions: sad or angry. Of course, I saved the biggest flaw for last: your short stature. I’m like 6 feet 4 inches tall, and you’re what, like 5 feet tall? Still, there was an attractive hold you had on me despite your homunculus build. I thought to myself “How the hell could I be in love with such a woman? It’d be a struggle to kiss each other since I’d have to crouch or she’d have to climb a ladder of sorts. If I did do impossible and have a relationship with this woman, she’d only have me around as a human cherry picker. If I really wanted to date diminutive beings, I’d date some distant relative from my mother’s side of the family.” I could spend the rest of my time taking cheap shots at your shortness, but I won’t this cruel anymore, I promise. I only wanted to tell you that I know you’re not the most attractive woman in the world, especially given the customer base at our workplace, which can sometimes bring in quite the number of lookers in there. Nevertheless, in the face of more attractive women coming in and out of that establishment, you beat them all in terms of getting me hooked on to you since your aforementioned physical flaws, combined with the lack of makeup which I must give kudos because you don’t hide anything and good on you, combined with the good parts of you make me feel that I’m seeing a real, raw beauty in my midst. I’d like to know more about you, but since I’m the most depraved, decrepit, unbelievably timid and awkward guy in the world, I took the coward’s way of knowing you.

Chapter 2

It’s been over a year since I first met you, and while we’ve had a small chat here and there, my timidity must’ve put you off as me being cold and distant. I’m actually scared and desperate, I assure you. I always thought you were cute, but it was only in the last two months that I thought that you could be more than that. That’s when I began to search you on the Internet for your social media profiles. I discovered them and I enjoyed of what I saw. The lively, joyful life I saw posted- and I’m sure there’s far more of that I haven’t seen that is rightfully for your eyes only -really matches the sunny disposition I see in the physical space.

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I listen to “Kids In America” by Kim Wilde while I searched for you. I like listening to upbeat New Wave music, though I imagine you’d wouldn’t care for this genre. Sometimes I also listen to “We Got the Beat” by the Go-Go’s which by the way is so far the only female band I would ever care about.

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I’m kind of shocked, amused, and bewildered to see your interests, at least the ones I see in cyberspace. First of all, I am shocked at the number of animal-focused pages on your Facebook account. It’s like large swaths of your liked pages are either around dogs, official fan pages for zoos across the country, or baby animals in general. I like animals myself, but I wonder if you’ve ever taken care of one those creatures for at least one day. I got two dogs myself, and while I love them not I’m gushing with overt praise and affection because they can be a pain in the ass. Another aspect that I did not know about is the number of liked pages dedicated to food. You’re no doubt the thinnest employee at our little establishment, and I never would’ve imagined that you were once a rather chubby girl in the past. I guess doing all those exercises that you found on Pinterest really worked out in the end. Still, you sure love your chocolate, pasta, burger, and especially pizza fan pages, don’t you? I think you may have liked at least one page that promoted healthy living, but you sure love to eat, don’t you? Maybe, out of everything I’ve seen from your online presence, that is something I should emulate. I certainly don’t have the physique of Adonis, that’s for sure. Then, I see that you like all of that Marvel, anime, cosplay, really all of that nerdy shindig activities that I wouldn’t ever associate with you.

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Okay, I got to go off-topic for a bit. When I ever I see Facebook pages like “Nerds with Vaginas” and I see pictures of people that are reasonably good-looking, I’m at a loss of how these folks could identify themselves as “nerd”, “geek, etc. I’d say almost all of you guys- and yes, Mabel, I’m including you as well -are far too attractive to identify with such a stigmatizing term. I’m only maybe two or three years older than you, but this “geek pride” phenomenon is a completely alien concept, despite liking the same things that these newfound “geeks” find so interesting.

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I also saw that you love those parenting sites with all of those cute photos and videos of parent-kid interaction. I assume you want to be a mom yourself someday That is a perfect segue into the most glaring factoid about your digital self.

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Play “Sister Golden Hair” by America to set the mood. It’s just for a nice mood for the following segment. Yeah, I know you’re a brunette, but just go with it.

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So, I’ve seen you made a few dating profiles on a few websites. Now, I have to ask the following question: Are you insane?! How many times do I have to repeat myself? You’re an attractive woman! I seriously find it hard to believe you haven’t found the right guy yet. Now granted, you’ve dated once before. That may have colored a negative light on relationships for you. Still, I don’t believe you can look me in the eye and tell me that there aren’t at least three single guys you know in your circle of friends that would go out with you. You’re a charmingly beautiful woman with a more gorgeous heart. You’d be doing any guy a favor to even have just one date with you. Anyone who is even around you would know of your luminous grace. So, don’t go out to the reaches of cyberspace to a site where only vapid, distorted depictions of beauty, suaveness, or really any term of attractiveness that those creeps use to hide behind their own worlds of vainglorious, egotistical detritus. You’re better than that. You might be waiting for Mr. Right to come around the corner, but I really think you’d be surprised who could be a real unexpected catch if you asked anyone in your immediate physical reach.

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Of course, given your questionable practice of simply abandoning old accounts instead of deleting them means that I may have been reading old, irrelevant content. You might already be in a relationship, or simply not interested in relationships at the moment. The latter scenario would question your current fascination with parenting if you won’t take the first step to starting such a life, but I digress.

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Chapter 3

I thought that with this seemingly harmless observance of your online activities I thought maybe I will work the courage to go ask you out. I thought I would be so clever to perhaps coincidentally (wink wink) participate in activities of your liking, for example taking long walks in parks or going out to a nice Italian restaurant.

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I would’ve been okay with anything except for skating. By Zeus, I would prefer anything to skating. I would’ve gone to a wrestling match with you, despite my dismissal of said activity as a fake sport. I would’ve gone and watched all the crappy Rom-Coms that plague every theater since time immemorial. Hell, I would’ve done something I wouldn’t have expected you to like, like going to cockfights or something. Alright, fine. That last activity was something I know you wouldn’t like, but anything other than skating is my point of my little story here.

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I would keep imagining on what to say at the end of the date. It would’ve been memorable, or maybe something that you would’ve made you interrupt my poorly worded sentence with a kiss. I would then leave you at your place to reminisce about the good time you had with me, wanting more. I don’t think that this relationship would’ve been long-term, but it would’ve been a lovely time. I thought that I could take the next step and move forward. That’s when a sobering dose of bitter reality set in.

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I’d recommend playing “Where Did Our Love Go” by the Supremes at this point, though I’d prefer Soft Cell’s cover. I prefer that edgy, darker vibe from the latter group than that mushy Motown tune that my mother likes, but that’s just me. It sets the mood for what’s to come.

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I didn’t ask you out, that’s for sure. I had to take a step back and ask yourself the hard truth. “You’re an unpleasant, cowardly, disgrace of a man!”, I said to myself. “Why the hell are trying to get a relationship with this woman? So she can ‘save you’?! From what?! Yourself?! That’s all on you, you bastard! You’re never going to get what you want, romantic or otherwise, because you really are a wretched loser! It’s time to burn this bridge to nowhere. And do me a favor. Never get involved in anyone else’s life. You can’t love and care for yourself, much less someone else.” That was the impetus for ending what couldn’t be. The problem was that I spent over the course of a month spending almost all of my free time thinking about you. I’m not the sort of the guy that forgets easily. I tried simply not looking you up online for a week and I still didn’t succeed in removing you from my life. I couldn’t quit my job either. Everyone needs money, particularly me at the moment. That’s when I took a dark, rash turn for the worst. I had to make a conscious effort to burn bridges with you so I had a good reason to stay away from you.

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This is going to be dark so playing “My War” by Black Flag, “Slaughter Of The Soul” by At the Gates, “Dead Embryonic Cells” by Sepultura, “Fear of Napalm” by Terrorizer, “Los Angeles” by X, or “Wild Side” by Mötley Crüe. Don’t listen to them all at once at high volume unless you want to go deaf in 20 seconds.

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My puppy love for you turned into hate. I wanted to put the blame for my unrealistic future that was never meant to be on you. I thought this will finally put my imaginative dalliance with you with a very despicable act. I effectively sold your soul to truly depraved devils. I did swiftly and I even had a little cheer for myself for that heinous act. It is something I’ve never done to anyone else in my life. I felt a smug sense of superiority because I thought I tore you a new one. I thought I had the upper hand on someone for once in my life.

Chapter 4

After my darkest hour, I felt that with that act in mind, I could move on and forget that about this woman with this dark stain on her name. I anticipated that there would’ve been a change in my own feelings of self-worth. In short, I thought I would be feeling satisfied. That feeling never came. Indeed, nothing that I thought would feel ever came. I’m sure you know what I did now. The realization that someone did this to you is beyond words, I reckon. I can see that you’re avoiding me at work either by eyeing my movements, running away from me once your shift’s over, and looking the other way when riding a vehicle.

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Yeah, I noticed you at least three times outside of work. I remember the first two times you looking at me furtively. I was befuddled as to why you were looking at me rather longingly, even as the car move a greater distance from each other. Of course, I knew that you realize that I hurt you because the third time I saw you ducking your head to avoid seeing my derelict and morally compromised face.

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I’m sure you’re looking for somewhere else to work, though if there was any sense of justice in the world, I should be sacked. I thought that with my act I would stop caring about you, but instead I feel nothing but remorse.

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This is the part where I’d listen to “Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks. If nothing else, it to mourn any lost goodwill you may have for me, if even care to think of me in any way other than hateful terms.

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I’m sure you don’t feel like it, and I reckon there’s more than a few people that would want to exact violent retribution on your behalf, but now I only want to make a plea for forgiveness. I have tried to remove such a stain from your name, but I can’t trust the wicked people of digital age to do the same even if asked them to do so. Nevertheless, I will make the effort to repair your good name. That is the only thing I want from you now: your forgiveness.

Chapter 5

At this point in time, I’m falling out of love for you. At this point I only feel about parting ways, although I wish we could do so on good terms.

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If there is only one song you’d actually listen to while reading this message, it should be “Baker Street” by Gerry Rafferty. The lyrics sum me up perfectly, and that saxophone riff is just excellent. It’s my theme song, no less. Take that, Dave Ramsey.

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It may not be right in saying this, namely because I really fell in love with a façade, but I thought I had brief, beautiful moment with you. It was so beautiful and ethereal that it could only last for a moment. Still, even the briefest moments can make an impact of a lifetime. This is where I make my last goodbye to you, sweet Mabel. Farewell, and may you forgive me.


Message End




Posted on : 15-09-2018 | By : admin | In : Romance Love Story

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I was 27 when we met. It was all arranged nothing unexpected happened before. There was his family in my house . They were here to see me as their son’s bride. His name is Atharva. Our marriage was confirmed and he was my fiance. We both had the rings in our fingers. I was not sure about him as I m kind of funky person who loves to enjoy life and we was just a man in suit. Then we decided to hang out with our friends so that we could get to know each other and their companies. I decided for a restaurant and mine and his friends met there all together. My friend Akash, Sophia and Khushboo and his friends kaiyaini and Saurabh at one table meeting each other. Atharva picked my hand in his and asked me for a dance ?. I was so shy that I looked down and he grabbed my hand and took me to the floor. Everyone was hooting and there we danced. I never knew he was this much romantic. He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him. After that dance our friends left us alone . There I said “I didn’t know you are romantic and can dance.” He replied just with a smile. The next day we plan be to go for the water park. I told him that I love playing in water so he decided that place for me. Atharva picked me up dipped me into the water in the water park. It was going to be evening and we enjoyed the fountain view. I was so excited there to get wet that I was closest to the fountain. Atharva was standing beside me and he saw me happy. When I got wet, he was smiling at me as though I was a child. Then suddenly his smile was on my lips. He kissedme and I was surprised. It was a long kiss and about half a minute, he grabbed my waist. I saw him with surprise  and there came a smile on my face . Atharva kissed me again with increased passion. That was the time when I felt love. He dropped me at my home with sudden kiss of mine and I ran inside after kissing him for a mili second. We didn’t meet for a long time then because of some family functions. And then Atharva decided to meet me with his friend Saurabh. Just as he ebtered the cafe for there we decided to meet, a girl hugged him and he hugged her with same excitement. I was shattered. Then Saurabh told me that she is his frien from ages.  Still I was angry that he hugged another woman. He sat on her table and takes to her a lot. I rose and went to Atharva . He hey’ed me and I grabbed his collar, pulledhim towards me and kissed him tightly.  He knew that I was jealous and it was his plan to make me jealous. He wassmiling with his teeth naked. I got his plan and kissed him again hardly. I was angry with him and he said sorry for that joke. I warned him not to ply with my love. I hugged him and he puthis hands around my waist. He pulled me up and hugged me tightly. He apologized a lot. Then I said him that I am in love with you and can’t see you with any other woman. He said “I  never  that you are gomna be so special in my life. I love you❤”. We got married after two months.☺

That was how aur arranged marriage became love marriage.


All for fate

Posted on : 15-09-2018 | By : admin | In : Secret Love

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When I was 19 years old my mates and I took a holiday to Spain in the summer of 2008. As usual a group of 5 lads on vacation were out to do one thing, party. One night we decided to check out a night club by the hotel which seemed to be the “it” spot. As I was dancing half drunk, a girl with these dazzling brown eyes caught my attention, it seemed as every single guy in the club was laying eyes on her and the group of girls she was with. My friend kept repeating that if she would talk to me it would be a miracle.  I starred for a couple of minutes until I got the courage to go up to her. She was incredibly friendly and instantly smiled when I said hello to her. Turns out we left the club together and went towards my hotel pool where we stayed up talking till 7am. She wasn’t just looks, she was smart, funny, and had this amazing personality.  The only part was that I lived in Australlia and she in Miami. In a matter of those 7 hours I had grown feelings for her and knew I was doing the wrong thing by getting attached. I took her home by daylight and she was so tired it was quite cute. She took my email and we said our goodbyes. I told her I’d see her before she left back home. As I was walking home I couldn’t get her out of my head. Was I already attached in a matter of hours? I promised myself I wouldn’t see her again. She emailed me and I didn’t respond. Two days went by and her face couldn’t get out of my head. As I was walking down the street in Madrid I walked directly by her without her noticing. The odds of seeing someone you know in such a large town are quite slim. My friends mocked me for not saying hello. About a couple hours later I’d seen her again and we exchanged a quick hello. She looked quite devistated, but I didn’t bother to ask why. I felt a whole in my heart, for I was into this girl yet wanted to avoid pain. I thought this was the last time I’d see her big smile and dazzling eyes. Well, I was wrong I’d run into her 3 more times and she made friends with my lads. She was upset with me and I was upset with myself as well. As I got on the plane to head back home I spent the whole flight thinking about her and that I would never see or hear from her again. Days went on she slowly wisked away from my mind. A couple months later and I had barely thought about her. Fast forward a year later, I met new girls and she was like an old book I read. For holiday this time my friends and I decided to take a trip to the Greek islands. As I was walking down a main blvd my heart dropped. It was her!! Looking at the sea shell necklaces on display. Her hair fell over her shoulders just how I remembered. My mates noticed as well and begin to chat up with her as she was surprsied. She hadn’t yet noticed I was there because I’d walked off. Once she trapped look on me, her eyes began to fill with tears. She walked up to me and just hugged me before saying anything. It was like in the movies. How could this be happening to me? We spent that whole holiday together and many more. 9 years later and she’s still the love of my life. Fate burns brighter than the stars.


The unSeen love story

Posted on : 15-09-2018 | By : admin | In : Romance Love Story



A boy whose name is shahil ,he was the captain of school , cricket, dance and singing team. He was funny & humorous one day he talk to a girl on fb whose name was Zara ,it was night & both started chatting after a month Zara fall in love with shahil but at that time Shahid couldn’t get that ,shahil got invisible at fb & she started msging him she used to call him as Raees & veer bcz he was fan of SRK after a while Shahil came back and  Zara scold him & everything got fine and both were enjoying she call him veer kaha the tum I was missing you ,he replied now I came back na chill & then again shahil got invisible & again that thing, now this time she has gone for always and shahil were unaware of this he came back again and msg her but she didn’t reply as she has gone he again after month realize that they both are in love now shahil started missing her , crying for her but couldn’t get in touch with her & this story is unseen now , now I’m revealing that that was me 🙁


Four-Square, Sunsets, and Truth or Dare

Posted on : 15-09-2018 | By : A-Pie | In : First Love

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I have liked the same guy since fourth grade. That is a long time seeing as I’m now going into seventh. If your looking for a young love story with a lot of ups and downs, this one is for you. But I must warn you, its a story that takes place over the span of three, almost four years; it might take awhile.

It all started in fourth grade. I have never been into sports but imagine my surprise when a cute, funny, and outgoing BOY helped me figure the game out. Four-Square was the game of the year. He’d start to get me out when I got better, but before that, he got me to square two and helped me stay there, and I’d help him stay in square one. Then when four-square got banned for being too competitive, another boy in my class suggested we play a game he made up, soon after known as Wall Ball. He did the say thing for me there too. The first time it dawned on me that I might actually like this boy was when someone yelled something while we were playing the game. The boy and I were playing against each other and since we are a competitive class, we don’t like long games. Unlike him, I was actually trying, but no matter what I did I couldn’t get him out. I loved watching the faces of the boys when I beet the person who was the best at it, my best friend, that was a boy. He didn’t even have to try, he was winning. But the boys were getting antsy. The next one in line yelled,” Can someone please just get out already. Or are the lovebirds to in love to get each other out.” And even then, when I didn’t like him back, he was still protective of me. He quickly got me out while I was still processing the information. The boy who yelled that out took his turn to emidiatly find himself humiliated at how fast he got out. That was the last thing I saw before I ran off to tell my friends. It was that day when I realized that I liked him.

The nest year, of course, I had still liked him. Though now I wanted him to like me back. So naturally I took the teasing approach at first. And that’s the only approach I took for awhile. My crush plays guitar and loves the 80’s rock style. Mainly that being the hair. Even though he was the most popular boy in my class, he still got made fun of. So I made fun of his hair, a jacket that matched a girls, and boots that were bedazzled. I realize these were some pretty weird things but if you like someone enough it shouldn’t matter what they look like or their fashion choices, the only thing that should matter is their personality. And it shouldn’t be up to you to change someone’s style, it is theirs to change, if they want to. The worst one that I can think of was the boots. I made fun of them, said I was sorry then did it again. I never apologized to him for that. Why I’m talking about this, you will realize later. The major thing that happened to me that year was self-rejection. I had, for whatever reason, a drop of self-worth for the last trimester for fifth grade. Why would someone like him want me? What qualities do I have that this girl over her has? None. she is more pretty, and skinny than me. And so he must like he. Not me. Right? There are so many reasons this is wrong because I was, nd am, pretty. I don’t have to be perfectly skinny to get the guy. But, of course, I didn’t realize this. So I tried for weeks to figure out a way to make myself prettier. Skinnier. Then I tried just to not like him anymore. A new kid came and I thought maybe if I like him then I won’t like this guy who doesn’t like me because I’m ugly and fat. Yes, I was in fifth grade and thinking these things. But, just as you thought, that strategy didn’t work like I wanted to. And so another year passed of me not knowing weather or not he liked me.

The beginning of sixth grade was a blur. But then the annual week long camping trip came  up. I didn’t think anything would happen, but boy was I wrong. The first day passed like a blur with the only highlight of the day being I was in a group with him. We went to the beach that night. It was sunset and I was sitting next to him. Everyone else was playing tag and building sand castles. I don’t exactly remember why we were sitting there but I’m glad I was. I had been thinking about last year and teasing him about the boots. I’d meant earlier to tell him I was sorry for teasing him, but it kept slipping my mind. I chose then to tell him. ” You know how last year I made fun of your boots,” he looked at me and without waiting for an answer, I continued on,” Well I already apologized to you about that. But then I did it again, and well I realized I hadn’t apologized for it.  Well I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry for that.” During my shaky, awkward speech, he looked down at the ground. But then I said sorry and he looked up. He smiled and looked me directly in the eyes and I smiled. We both blushed and looked down at the ground. I sat there for a minute awkwardly before I got up and ran to go tell my best friend. When I got back I talked to my older cousin and he said to tell him that I like him. So the next day I told him that. I didn’t wait for an answer. Life went by, slowly but surely. We both got invited to a boy- girl party. We played truth or dare. He and I were both asked the same question, name your crushes form kindergarten back. I did and so did he. We got to fourth grade and we both said that we have liked the same person since then. Neither of us said who. A week later I texted him and asked him who the mysterious girl was. He replied with, you never said who you liked so I’m not going to tell you. I told him that I’d liked him since fourth grade. He said he’d already known this but wanted to know for sure. He also said that he too had liked me from fourth grade.

If you made it this far then please comment 12345 and if you want a part two than also comment down below. Thank you for reading, hope it wasn’t too boring.


Childhood Crush

Posted on : 15-09-2018 | By : A-Pie | In : First Love

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This is a story about my childhood memories from ten years ago. When I was in grade school, I have a crush on this boy in my class who always wears All Star shoes(Converse). He’s very cute and a lot of girls like him. He doesn’t talk much and only have a few friends. We sat together in the same roll in class but we were separated by two students. I never talk to him because I was new to America and didn’t speak English. One day, he started to talk to me on our way to lunch. He asking me questions but I have no clue what he said. Then he suddenly asked me to give him a high five. I did. From that day on, he started give me high five during lunch. One time I told him no when he asked me to do high five. He  laughed so hard but I didn’t understand why. He’s very cute when he laughs. I ended up doing the high five anyway.


As time past, I found myself separated away from him even though we still sat in the same roll (closer this time). I feel embarrassed looking of him in the eyes. I started to avoid him and he did the same to me too. (I just learn now because puberty hits us that’s why we avoid each other). I never talk to him after we graduated from elementary school. I didn’t even ask him to sign my shirt. I was too embarrassed.


As the year passed by, we end up in the same middle school. I didn’t  have any classes with him, but I always see him walking home and at school. We have PE together but different teachers. He became handsome now instead of cute. We still never communicate. I wish that time I talk to him because my English has been improved. However, instead of talking to him, I avoid him. I remember after PE class, he was looking at me for a long time. He has this stare on his face that I still remember till this day. The boy and girl lockers were very close together. After I changed my PE clothes, I came out and accidentally bumped into him. I look at my right side (the boy locker door) and there he was, looking at me without blinking. Okay he did blinked but I never see a boy looks at me like that before. We shared a moment of silence until other students came outside to wait for the bell rang. There was another time I saw him drinking a water fountain at school. I went and drank after he did. There was another time we bumped into each other during lunch. We sat on the same table but I was so nervous that I asked my older sister to switch seat with me. I was looking on my food the whole time. There was another time I saw him walking home by himself. That day I decided to called his name so loud and hide behind a car. I saw he looks around then continued walking home.


I never saw him again after that day. When summer came, I didn’t have any plan so I decided to go to summer school. The school I went for the summer was at a different location. Thus, I have to take the school bus and that school bus station is near his house. His house was by our elementary school. Okay I’m not a stalker. It was his fault for coming out when I was walking home so I saw where he lived. He looks shock when he saw me walking across the street with my sister and her friend. He was going somewhere but he just stopped and stared at me. I look at him too and turn around quickly. That was our last encounter. I never saw him again till this day.


My family moved to a different city after summer school. I thought that my my memory of him is going to be faded so I wrote them down as much as I can. I tried to remember every little detail about him. I told myself to not forget him. I told myself that I will find him one day. However, it has been ten years and I never find him. I tried to search for him on social media but no luck.  I didn’t know his last so it was hard to find him.


As the time moving forward, I stop thinking about searching for him and focus on my education. I was in college by this time. It was my third year. While in college, I bumped into this one guy who I have several encounters with. I thought I like him so I decided to wrote him a note. In the note it says: “Can I be your friend?”  He said “Of course, silly.” I thought that was very cute. I was touch but I never talk to him after that. Don’t get me wrong. He’s a very quiet and nice person but I found out that he only like smart girl from my classmates so I end up not talking to him. After meeting this guy in college, he reminds me to search for my childhood crush again. That day I tried some searches on Facebook and I found him. I was so happy and super excited. I added him and sent him a message at the same time. He accepted me after one hour later. I asked him if he remembers me but he said no. I feel so sad and hopeless. I tried to make him remember me by talking about our encounters in grade school but he keeps apologized that he doesn’t know me. I told him it’s okay because it been so many years. We chatted for ten minutes online talking about school. After that he never message me, so I decided to message him back. I feel so depressed and frustrated why he doesn’t remember me. I messaged him why doesn’t he remembers me and what can I do to make him remember me. I think I came out a little dumb and too forward. He saw my message but never reply. I sent another message stating that I was sorry about earlier. He replied back that it’s okay and not to worry.


I didn’t bother messaging him again. But then, I can’t help myself. I must meet him to sure of my own feelings. Since I have family lived in the same city where he lived, I decided to visit him during Spring break. I messaged him if he would be in town on that weekend because I would like to meet him. About five minutes later, he replied that he’s “busy all weekend.” At that moment I know what he means. He doesn’t want to be mean to me so that was the only polite way to reject me. I don’t know if he has a girlfriend or not but on his Facebook page he only posts himself. Anyway, so I got rejected but I still went to visit my family. On my last day, I messaged him again. It was early and cloudy in the morning on Wednesday. I asked him to meet me at our elementary school at 10:30am and that I have something to give him. I never received a reply. I already know his answer that he never going to come. I went to the school. It was so quite because all the students are still in class. I got out of my car and waited for him. I found a spot by the parking lot. I waited for him under the tree by the lot. I wait and wait but he never come. Then it started to rain. It rains very hard and my hairs were soaking wet. I was shivering because I was wearing a skirt on that day. It was 11 a.m. already but I told myself to wait just five more minutes. Suddenly I felt something on my eyes. It was not the rain but my tears. Did I cry? Did I really cry because of him? Oh my god I’m so stupid. I end up waiting till 11:20 a.m. I went to my car and took out a pen and paper. I wrote him a note and put under the tree I was waiting for him, along with a jar of my memories of him. (I made the jar for him and it took me five hours to do it. Later, I found out that jar of memory is for couple only. I was so embarrassing. I hope that gift end up in the trash somewhere. Hey, don’t judge me. I never have a relationship so I don’t even know.)


So I went home crying in my car. It usually a four hours drive home but it only took me two hours. It was not busy and I was speeding. I play the music very loud and blamed myself for being so stupid. After a week, I messaged him back that I’m sorry for freaking him out and will not bother him again. He never reply me. Since my sister and I shared one Facebook account, I decided to not log into that account again and give it to my sister. I made a new one. I didn’t add him on my new account. (Okay I did added him but he was a jerk. He never add me back, but I don’t blame him because if I was him I would be scared too). I don’t know when he will ever remember me again.


I hope you enjoy reading my story.


Below is a small section I wrote on my dairy I would like to share.


I found myself in a situation where I shouldn’t be. This year my feelings are so different. I never experience this feeling before. The feeling of wanting and the feeling of nothing. I know I do have these types of feeling before but this time is romantic feeling. Am I actually in love this year? I don’t know but half of myself is actually chasing after love. I was so impatient about someone that I must see him or I will never get the chance to see him again. However, I end up broken after asking him to meet me. I came out all wrong and stupid. This is the first time I do something stupid like this; asking someone to meet me is so stupid. I never thought he took my words that way. Does he really think I like him or something? I must admit that I do like him because he was my childhood crush but now I don’t really know if I like him or not. When I found him on social media, I thought that it would be a good idea to meet him but it never happened. It was just my imagination of meeting him for the last time of my life. I have been waiting for ten years that’s why I decided to take a chance and followed my heart. I should have follow my brain instead?.  Ever since that day I never contact him again. The day I waited for him on the rain. Why am I waiting for him when he already told me he’s not coming? I’m not stupid but why did I that?  He makes me feel like I’m a creep and have done something horrible wrong. I want him to delete me on Facebook but why didn’t he? He should delete me because if I was him I would be scared too. I don’t know what to say to him to not misunderstand me. I want him to know that my intention is good not bad. I want him to remember me even though he didn’t want to. When I talk to him online it seems like he doesn’t wish to talk to me. I know because I came out like a stalker to him. If I was in his position I would not talk to someone like that too. He makes me create a new Facebook account. I’m so stupid for adding him in the first place. I shouldn’t talk to him or asking him questions about me. I should know better that it has been so long, he will never remember me. We’re all adults now and there nothing I can blame him. I chose to remember him because I want to. He chose to not remember me because he wants to.


Ever since that day, I threw away all my notes that contained my memory of him when we were in grade school. In my dairy, I wrote that I wish to meet him again. I want to hold into faith and hope that one day I will get to see him. In the end, I did meet him but only on social media. I also wrote that I will hold into him and never let him go but I can’t. He took my intention all wrong, so wrong. I don’t know how to explain it but I wish that one day he will come to understand my true intention. I wish that one day he will ask me to meet him so I can explain myself to him. He probably thinks I wanted something from him but am I? I never thought about it.


My Heartbeat my Love

Posted on : 30-12-2016 | By : admin | In : First Love

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Hello guys, Its our love story of me and my heartbeat ,my babu… Our story is like filmy. We met in train. As we met, we were fighting just because I am sitting at someone’s seat… He said pls don’t sit here.. and I was watching him angrily…

Then I sat another seat.. After some time a lady came there and she talked with me and him.

Time spent and our talks just going on and on..

Before reached our designation, my one of friend calledcalled me and said her facebook Id is hacked and someone is misusing..

He listen our talks and aftr then he said you don’t worry I will report of that Id.

Then we exchange our mobile no. and facebook Id..

After then he went. As he reached office,messaged me that I report him Id.. then I thaked to him..

Aftr two days we again met in train.. we are going our home town.. actually our home town is same. Then we exchanged our whats ap number… and we used to so much talks daily..

One day he came at my pg at night around 1 AM.. and called me, pls come at balcony.. I asked why? Too late

He said pls come.. I am here

I went at balcony and saw, he was there

He propose, “Will you marry me”? I just shocked. He totally mad.

Our relationship is from only 2 years.. but its seems.. we are living from 10-20 years. By the way after two months we are getting marriage..

Live together.. Love together…

I Love you babu so much.. I can’t live without you..even i can’t imagine my life without you.. love you very much..




The Truth About Love

Posted on : 30-12-2016 | By : admin | In : First Love

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It is genuinely understood throughout the humanity that those whom you desire for sensual purposes are deemed important in our lives for two different reasons: One, for sex. If you’re lucky, you might not even have to pretend you like it every time. Second, to evolve into our spouses, and use that sex-thing that we learned in high school to actually procreate like it was intended. There comes a time when you meet someone who can give you both— sex and commitment— and that’s what every human’s life goal has yet become, the attainment of both. I have been lucky enough to experience this duo of traits in one certain individual. Yet I was mistaken, as the delusion of your first love is often commonly unnoticeable until months after the relationship’s ending.

This delusion will come upon everyone in life. It is unavoidable. The first kiss, the first time, the first everything. Your first love will stay with you for the rest of your existence as a small, comforting cubicle in the back of your brain. This cubicle is horridly messy, and a completely cluttered pandemonium. The shelves and drawers are chaotically stacked and jammed with files and folders of past times and warm moments that can’t possibly be forgotten. Back when the cubicle used to be neat and well kept, you were happy. You were in love. But this space hasn’t been touched in a long time, and the files’ texts are slowly fading away, getting more difficult to read with each passing visit. Though, nothing will be disposed. Each file and folder holds significant information that will be used to set a base and compare against the next few preceding relationships in your life. Soon you’ll stop comparing, but for now, you do. That’s normal.

Essentially, love is mesmerizing. Obsessive. Life-altering. Amazing. Painful. With love, you do not get out what you put in like they say about everything else. Love is math out of a one-hundred scale. If you put 70%, they’ll put 30%. If you put 20%, they’ll put 80%. The less you put in, the more they do, and vice versa. I’ve read somewhere that the ideal proportion is having both partners think that they are the 60% to the 40%, so that each is still putting in that much more effort than the other, but not feeling under appreciated by some unsurvivable cost.

Though love is the essential aspiration of all humankind whether we accept it or not, could it all just be a facade? Since the number of animals whom stay monogynous to their partners is slim, does love really exist? Or since humans are the most intelligent animals on the planet, is it some chemical combination in the brain whereas attraction + potential strong offspring-making genes + potential good parenting traits = love? Is love something to convince our coy race that life’s purpose is more then just to multiply versions of ourselves? That parents of children have a connection stronger than just wanting to produce strong and ample offspring who will flourish in the coming time without the aid of those who gave birth to them? That procreating has more of a purpose than just keeping our race alive? Or are humans just the only race who has the capacity to understand love and its complications? Is monogamy even real? 

Believing monogamy isn’t real is a very, very, depressing ideology. It might not be real for all we know. The argument that “since animals rarely practice it, it mustn’t be real” is, in my opinion, invalid. The human brain surpasses that of an animal, so why would we think that something we do is wrong just because animals don’t partake in it? We are significantly more intelligent than every animal on earth, meaning our brains can reach new levels and understand higher concepts— maybe including monogamy. It makes sense, because those who fail in practicing monogamy, aka those who cheat, are nine times out of ten vapid and imbecilic.

Love is real depending on who you ask. Go ask a newly-wed couple—love is real. Go ask a 45 year old divorcee— love is not real, nor did it ever exist. Love is like the belief in God in a fucked up, much more complicated sense. But simply, this is it: those who choose to believe in it are generally happier and see more of a purpose in life. Those who don’t, well, don’t. 

But love isn’t the only thing that makes people happy. Love is just a factor in the ideal of the perfectly happy human that our world has come to desire. One can be perfectly content and not be or never have been in love. Life has so much to offer, and just because love hasn’t come around yet for some person doesn’t mean they will never experience joviality. Love comes to all in forms we do not expect, and at stages in our lives in which we are not prepared for. 

That being said, number one—love is real. Number two— monogamy is real, if you are smart and willing to partake. Number three— love is not a necessity for happiness, but will constitute it. 


Understand that not everybody will believe in all three rules of love, and that’s okay. But make sure to figure out that about people you involve yourself in as quickly as you can, for if not, pain will come. And I won’t sugarcoat it—the pain of a heartbreak compares to no other kind of tolerable pain on this earth. Especially your first.


A Cute Short Love Story

Posted on : 28-08-2015 | By : admin | In : Soul Mates

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Hey everyone,

Dis one is for very special person,
Who came in my life like an Angel and change my all world in to a fairytale.

So this message is for none other a girl, whom I met exactly 10 months earlier at my home Railway Station going towards the most lovable place of India,
Where it was my first interaction with the most beautiful smile whom i can found in a fraction of a sec in a population of 7 billion people.

With the days passing, I couldn’t stand by myself with this innocent heart full of simplicity….

A girl who is like a song,
Always in a tune of happiness,
It’s a assurance from me tht who ever listen to dis song will go in flavour of Cherish ness
A girl with a golden and a lovable heart.

After a time,
We started coming close with the only medium of technology – Chats Calls, etc
The purge of a heart was so strong that it bypassed the distance of two cities,

Slowly, the heart get connected,
The acceptance of two without a acceptance in official,
which is a propose to a heart to a heart,
N lovable story of a two started,
Like others there was everything a couple has love, dhamaal, masti, fights, dance..etc
With a addition of a true love of never demanding connection…with a adventurous fearless risky steps tht other won’t dare too for sure…

Life gonna seems like a new life,
A never before feeling started feeling,
Thn lots n lots of new pals getting started.

N nw today when I draw back into my memories, I can found n number of memories which just passed in a period of only 10 months, which is more healthier then the memories I passed in rest of my age.

Today this is jst an simple message to a girl from a boy who loves her so much wishing her a very Happy Birthday n a grt life ahead…

Thank you,
A lover to a lover.

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