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My specil Angel

Posted on : 05-09-2010 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Long Distance Love, Romance Love Story

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when I was 4 yrs old my uncle had rapped me. back then I was only a child so I didnt understand and never told anyone about it and as i grew older i was scared to tell anyone. over the yrs it effected me alot, i would go through periods of time where i was compeltly depressed bt infront of ma family and friends i would act as if nothing was wrong, everything was fine. still act that way and i still havnt told them about it. when i was 15 yrs old, during my summer vications from school i had the wrost attack of my past, i would spend ma whole day and night sitting alone in ma room thinking bout every second of what had happened. As an afghan girl it is seen very bad if u lose ur virginety befor ur married and it brings really shame to the familys name and honer. nowing how much my dad loved his brother and how it would hurt him i thought it best if i found a way to get rid of ma self. one day whielst sitting in ma room ma friend called me saying to make a facebook account so that i could see the piituers of her from her holiday in thiland, so i agreed to it and i made a facebook account, 2 days later i got a request from syed asking me to add him as a friend. the name sounded familer, i was thinking i now dis name very well so i added him and started to chat to him. there i found out that he was one of my friends from ma childhood from back in afghanistan. he was living in pakistan now and studying his 1st yr of uni. we started chatting on msn. becouse we had been such gud firends when we were kids i trusted him alot. he would chatt to me all day long, keeping my mind of my past, slowly i started to feel strong emotions for him. one night when we were chatting he told me dat he had fallen inlove with a girl but was scared to tell her incase she didnt love him bakc and left him. his words cut right through ma heart. i felt angry at my self for thinking bout him in that way, it was obvious someone so sweet, so lovly and kind hearted could never be free. i asked him who the girl was but he wouldnt give me her name so then i asked him what is she like? he said she is so sweet, so inocent. her smile, her laughter is the prettiest sight, and her eyes are the most beutifulliest thing i have ever seen in this world, the say so much. thinking that it was someone else i said to him hun you should tell her how you feel befor it to late, whilest inside ma world was crumbling down. with every passing day that i chatted to him the stornger ma feeling for him got, i was scared that i would be even more cut up by this than i was by ma past. i thought bout not chatting to him but it drove me crazy so i left that idea. one day while i had ma cam on he asked me, do you love anyone and not wanting to spill ma secrite i lied and said no i dont love anyone, i dont belive in love and i hate the idea of it. but some time later, on 28th of agust at exactly 9:15 he said to me, u want to now who i love, well i the girl that i love is you. i was shocked, i didnt now wat to say or do. ma cheeks were balzing red. i could feel every worm emotion all at once. i just told him that i have to go and sighned out on him because i was affried that he was lieing to me. i didnt speak to himf or 2 days, but then i thought he couldnt possibly be lieing to me so i chatted to him and told him how much i luved him. about i month later i told him about ma past, i was scared that after hearing about it he would leave not wanting to have anything to do with a crazy broken up girl but instead he came close to me, he called me every day spoke to me, told me how much he loved me. he was like a bandage for all my wounds, slowly healing every one of them. ma friends say that i cant trust him, it on the net, you never know, but i now i can trust him becouse in ma heart i now how much he loves me. his sister is my mums siter-in-law ( brothers wife) and his dad is her step cousin. his mum and siblings are very close to my family but his dad and his siblings dont get alone with our family, there are big arguments between them, for that resone ma family and his familt dont get on that easily. our families dont now about us and we cant tell them untill i am ready to marry him. the fact that we come from tradional muslim families its making everything alot harder. i kept telling him this that they will never let us be together, that we are just a dream and can never work but he has hope for the futer. if the is one thing i now in this world then that is that i love ma sweetheart more than ma own life and i never want to lose him no matter what.
please pray that i get ma love.

(Screen) Name: lovebunny

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The Refuge

Posted on : 25-07-2010 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Soul Mates

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The Refuge III
BY
A. Melendez/E. DiClaudio

You witnessed our first meeting; you were witness to our last

You brought us back together again, on one of the darkest days in this lifetime,

To our “church” where we met for the first time so many years before.

Thru the days you watched us sweat beneath the desiccating sun

Loving each other, always wanting more, never enough time

And at night in the back seat when we were one
Kneeling down to Pray

In the shadows’ neath your boardwalk, she opened me to love

Inside each other, we needed to remember this day, moment

Not long after I stand on our spot alone, with just the sun above

So, I could leave him again, or did he leave me, at our “church” door

As sweat turned to tears, I sought comfort by the moonlight

Beautiful Bella Luna, was not written for us to stay too long,

Your rippling waves murmuring “don’t fret it’s alright”
I had no one to comfort me, only imitations

Kill me first with your sword, then yourself…do it so we can be together, promise me my Love

Water to water, salt to salt, that’s the cycle that’s the beat

I had no holy water to cleanse my broken heart
I jump into you, the waves claim the tears

Wanting Him to jump back into me, to make me HIS again

Water to water, salt to salt, the cycles complete
My heart went the wrong way, in every other direction, but HIS

As sweat and tears merge in your cleansing baptism

Take me back to our “Church” forgive me my TRUE LOVE

With simple and humble words, I offer you this tribute

With silent suffering, I learned to write down every word
You gave me peace, you gave me refuge

I want peace again, wanting to go back to our “Church” our sweet refuge

A synchronicity emerging
The clock is ticking, the heart is pounding, a synchronistic event is being born

A birthday celebration, a class reunion, family gatherings

Yes, Yes its time for this to happen, now, again, nothing to fear

Voids of time, in between which a chance to reunite old souls

I remember you – dear friend, I remember the smile, the face, the touch

Back home where years ago together they took their first strolls

So many years, how I’ve wanted to touch you again and to see your beautiful face

One, twenty nine, two thousand ten
Room three 0 nine, at nine pm

All the nine’s, they added up perfectly…thank you Universe!

Nevertheless, the numbers don’t add up, the hearts and souls are out sync

The bodies grasp and struggle for the moment
Kissing again, loving again, too much too soon – WAIT (Please, Don’t Go)

Searching in the candlelight, it vanished in a blink
Lost in the frenzy of a ticking clock
Sweet angels, loving angels…. – WAIT (Don’t Go Sugar)

Noise echoing inside my head
If not here and now what other when and where instead?

By the light of that beautiful moon outside the room, – WAIT (Listen)

The energy’s in chaos we can’t refute

Is there still the chance for our last refuge?

BY THE LIGHT OF THE BELLA LUNA, THAT NIGHT, IN A NEW LIFETIME, WE WERE JOINED AGAIN AT OUR “CHURCH”, WERE WE FOUND OUR REFUGE

We were given the blessing now, for us to recognize, that WE DID find our Refuge, our Sanctuary, with Each Other, whenever and whenever it was possible.

(Screen) Name: Amy

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The Refuge

Posted on : 25-07-2010 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Soul Mates

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The Refuge III
By
Elio O. DiClaudio
&
Amy L. Melendez

You witnessed our first meeting;
you were witness to our last

You brought us back together again,
on one of the darkest days in this lifetime,

To our “church” where we met for the first time so many years before.

Thru the days you watched us sweat beneath the desiccating sun

Loving each other, always wanting more, never enough time

And at night in the back seat when we were one
Kneeling down to Pray

In the shadows’ neath your boardwalk, she opened me to love

Inside each other,
we needed to remember this day, this moment

Not long after I stand on our spot alone,
with just the sun above

So, I could leave him again,
or did he leave me, at our “church” door

As sweat turned to tears, I sought comfort by the moonlight

Beautiful Bella Luna, was not written for us to stay too long,

Your rippling waves murmuring “don’t fret it’s alright”

Kill me first with your sword, then yourself…do it so we can be together, promise me my Love

Water to water, salt to salt,
that’s the cycle that’s the beat

I had no holy water to cleanse my broken heart
I jump into you, the waves claim the tears

Wanting Him to jump back into me,
to make me HIS again

Water to water, salt to salt, the cycles complete

My heart went the wrong way, in every other direction, but HIS

As sweat and tears merge in your cleansing baptism

Take me back to our “Church” forgive me my TRUE LOVE

With simple and humble words, I offer you this tribute

With silent suffering,
I learned to write down every word
You gave me peace, you gave me refuge

I want peace again, wanting to go back to our “Church” our sweet refuge

A synchronicity emerging
The clock is ticking, the heart is pounding, a synchronistic event is being born

A birthday celebration, a class reunion,
family gatherings

Yes, Yes its time for this to happen, now, again, nothing to fear

Voids of time, in between which a chance to reunite old souls

I remember you – dear friend, I remember the smile, the face, the touch

Back home where years ago together they took their first strolls

So many years, how I’ve wanted to touch you again and to see your beautiful face

One, twenty nine, two thousand ten
Room three 0 nine at nine pm

All the nine’s, they added up perfectly…
thank you Universe!

Nevertheless, the numbers don’t add up, the hearts and souls are out sync
The bodies grasp and struggle for the moment

Kissing again, loving again, too much too soon – WAIT (Please, Don’t Go)

Searching in the candlelight,
it vanished in a blink

Lost in the frenzy of a ticking clock
Noise echoing inside my head

If not here and now what other when and where instead?

By the light of that beautiful moon outside the room, – WAIT (Listen)

The energy’s in chaos we can’t refute
Is there still the chance for our last refuge?

BY THE LIGHT OF THE BELLA LUNA, THAT NIGHT, IN A NEW LIFETIME, WE WERE JOINED AGAIN AT OUR “CHURCH”, WERE WE FOUND OUR REFUGE

We were given the blessing now, for us to recognize, that WE DID find our Refuge, our Sanctuary, with Each Other, whenever and whenever it was possible.

(Screen) Name: Leyna

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My True Love

Posted on : 30-04-2010 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Soul Mates

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I was fifteen when I met Akira.  He was sixteen at the time.  I remember the day perfectly.  I was sitting in fourth period History when my guidance counselor came knocking at the door.  After my teacher let her in, she took a deep breath and said “Here is your new student, Akira Zhang.  I expect you will treat him with the utmost respect,” and left.  At least that’s what I think happened.  I was too busy staring at Akira like every other girl in class.  He was in a word, beautiful.  He was six foot three and his body was absolutely perfect- muscled but not too much.  You could see his six pack through his shirt!  His face was perfect too.  His hair was long and black and straight and silky.  His eyes were a fantastic color that changed every minute from melty gold to light sexy green to darker emerald with mahogany hues.  They were framed with long dark lashes.  His eyes look slightly Asian in their shape.  His skin was perfect and smooth and had an amazing Mediterranean tan.  However, he looked detached, emotionless like a beautiful statue and it bothered me.  He said nothing.  My teacher gave him an empty seat in the back of the class.  It was sorta close to my seat.  He ended up next to Violet Sanders.  She was the most beautiful girl in school.  She was mean and pretty and rich and got whatever she wanted.  Very cliche but still very true.  Her hair was long and blonde like Blake Lively and had the perfect beachy waves.  Her skin was tan and her eyes were ocean blue. He didn’t react to her beauty when he saw her.  That threw her off.  She looked flustered by his apathy.  He sat down, still having said nothing.  My teacher, Mr.Hudson passed out our assignment.  We had to read a “diary entry” of a Muslim girl and try to make a list of assumptions about Islam based on the passage.  A few moments later, for the first time, Akira spoke.  He raised his hand and said “I don’t understand.”  Mr.Hudson countered with “What is not to understand?”  Akira replied that he couldn’t understand why they were doing the assignment.  Mr.Hudson said that it was to learn about Islam.  Akira countered that we wouldn’t learn anything by making even more assumptions about Islam than we already do in America.  That caused Mr.Hudson to collect all the passages up and he left the class, red in the face, claiming to go to the bathroom.  We all knew that he was just leaving to have a shot of tequila in the Attendance Office with Mr.Berkeley.  Akira just sat there and pulled out a book that, to my surprise was in Japanese. I’m fluent and literate in Brazilian Portugese, Italian, Filipino, and Farsi (my native languages) but I also knew Japanese, Okinowan, Chinese, Cantonese, English, Spanish, Classical Arabic, German, and French (I study languages in my spare time) so I knew what he was reading.  I took a slip of paper and wrote “Where did you move from?” in Japanese.  I got it passed to him.  Upon receiving it, he looked at it and put it in his pocket without looking at me.  A week passed.  It turned out that Violet wanted him and was trying her hardest and failing.  During lunch, I saw him.  He walked up to my table and handed me a small slip of paper, gave me a blank stare, and left.  It was the same one I gave him last week.  It said “I was born in Hawaii but I was raised in Japan and the Philippines” in Japanese.  After that, communication ceased.  We never talked. Ever.  But then, a few months later we were paired up for a research project in Science.  This meant we had to work outside of school.  We met up at my house, never straying from the project.  One day, I asked “Why are you so quiet?”  I had no place asking considering how shy I was.  He said       “There is no one I wish to talk to.  I’ve had it with that blonde girl always bugging me.”  “But still, you’re so quiet.  Don’t you get bored?”  “Well, it’s okay talking to you, I guess.”  “Awww.  You like me?  That’s so sweet!” I gushed sarcastically.  “I guess,” he said.  From then on, we hung out a lot.  I started to fall in love with him.  Before I knew it, I was head over heels.  Despite his cool exterior, he was really a emotional person.  His father was a rich man.  He owned a large seafood market in Japan and the Philippines.  His father was a Japanese man and his mother was a half Greek, half Spanish woman.  The marriage was arranged for money reasons.  When Akira was twelve, his little sisters and himself became stranded in India.  They wandered for three years before being found and lived in the Slums, having to protect his sisters from pimps. The day they returned home, Akira’s father beat him with a tree branch, screaming at him for being stupid enough to get lost for three years.  His angry father sent Akira and his sisters to live in America where Akira would be their primary, emancipated caregiver to teach him “responsibility.”  He had suffered so much and I was his only friend.  I didn’t think he liked me though.  I was ugly.  And boring.  One day, at my house we were hanging out when I boldly asked, “Chibi,” (I had nicknamed him that- It was the Japanese word for “cute”- he hated it) “Have you ever been in love?”  He looked unaffected.  “Yes,” he replied quietly.  “Are you currently in love with her?” I inquired.  Again, he replied “yes.”  My heart sank.  He loved another.  Why would he love me?  I was certainly nothing special.  “Is she pretty?”  “No, she is beautiful.”  Of course.  I knew she would be.  “What is she like?” I inquired further, my heart breaking more with each breath.  “Well, she is very intelligent- she knows a lot of languages.  Her favorite flowers are orchids, hibiscus, and calla lilies.  She loves Nutella on whole wheat bread and is obsessed with eating it every morning.  She likes to draw.  She hates to clean and isn’t a fan of Popsicles.”  Wow, she was a lot like me.  Before I could put the pieces together, he cradled my face in his strong yet soft hands.  He looked into my eyes with more emotion than I’d ever seen him express.  He whispered, inches from my face, “I love you.”  I was shocked and in a blind moment, I reached up and kissed him.  My first kiss.  His lips were warm and soft.  It didn’t last long.  I pulled away, my blindness gone.  My cheeks felt flushed.  I whispered “I love you too.”  He pulled me back to him and we kissed for a long while.  Before I knew it, his shirt was one the ground and mine was working its way there.  I yearned for his body and warmth and love.  I was a virgin now.  Maybe soon I wouldn’t be.  I suddenly stopped.  I pushed him away.  My family would be home soon.  I was already in an arranged marriage.  I couldn’t do this.  He looked confused.  I made him leave.  He asked what was wrong but I kept refusing to tell him.  He eventually left.  I stalked up to my room and cried.  I loved him but I was in an arranged marriage.  I was sixteen and I couldn’t make my own decisions.  A few months later, my cousin Aliana was in the hospital after attempting suicide.  She was in a coma.  She might not wake up.  It was too much.  We had played together as kids and we talked and hung out a lot. She was my best friend-the only person I’d told about Akira.  I hadn’t expected this.  I went home from the hospital while everyone else stayed.  I took a cleansing shower and exfoliated and used my face mask.  After I got out, I waxed my legs and treated my hair so it was silky and shiny down my back.  I liked to make myself over when stressed despite how little makeup I wore, if any.  I thought of Akira.  I missed him.  I wanted to talk to him.  I still loved him.  Suddenly I got an idea.  I fished through my drawers for my favorite nightgown.  It was made of white silk and was short to my mid thighs.  I combed my hair and curled my eyelashes.  I needed him so much.  I slipped on some slide-on shoes and started to walk to his house.  It was really close to mine but you could never tell with all the Carolina Countryside in the way.  When I got there, he was out front in his pajamas, thinking.  I suddenly lost my bravery and started to walk away but then he saw me.  He got up and walked toward me.  I remained frozen.  “Why are you here?” he asked coolly.  “Akira, I love you.  I’m so sorry about what happened.  I was so scared and I just couldn’t handle it.  I’m really in love with you.”  My voice cracked on the last word and my eyes were welled with tears by the time I was done talking.  His face had softened.  “It’s okay.  Don’t cry,” he said softly.  We looked up at each other, holding eye contact.  Suddenly, we kissed passionately.  I felt his yearning and love and he felt mine.  He carried me to his room.  He sat me gently on the bed and we kept kissing with more passion as time passed.  His hands moved to my shoulders and pulled down the straps.  The gown was at my hips and he gently pulled it off and dropped it on the ground.  Next he started to take off my panties.  I had worn a lacy pair for tonight.  Once again, they too were on the floor.  Next, we kissed again and I was on my back underneath him.  I pulled off his shirt and ran my hands over his strong back.  He then stood up and took off his sleeping pants and silk boxers.  He looked so beautiful like that, naked.  I was speechless.  He moved back onto the bed and we wrapped our arms around each other.  His bare skin felt so good against mine.  I liked running my hands over him and feeling the muscles as well as his smooth, warm, perfect skin. I could feel his heartbeat.  I loved how gentle he was.  I laid down so I was again on my back underneath him as opposed to sitting up.  He got on top of me.  I moved my hands onto his back.  We kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and touched, and touched again.  All of a sudden, I felt nervous.  I had never made love before.  It could be painful.  When that came around, I was so excited but so nervous.  He rubbed my back and was about to do it when I said softly, “I’m a virgin.”  He paused.  “Do you want to wait?” he asked gently.  “No,” I whispered.  He could see I was nervous. “Are you sure?”  “Uh-huh.”  “It might hurt.”  “Okay,” I said.  He pushed inside me gently.  The first thrust didn’t hurt like I expected.  He looked at my face for “okay” to do it again.  I nodded.  He thrusted in again.  He felt so warm inside me.  Oh, it felt so good.  He thrusted faster and I panted more and it felt better each time.  I felt something amazing coming but I had no idea as to what it was.  I dug my nails into his hips and he pushed harder.  I moaned.  He whispered my name.  But then, it happened.  I felt like, the stars had aligned and made Akira and I a whole entity.  I knew he had one too because I had never seen that look on his face before.  We kept going and aligned to stars again.  After that, I felt so tired.  I fell asleep in his bed.  I woke up on his bare chest.  He awoke when I did and said “Maybe you should get some more sleep.  I love you,” and kissed me lightly.  “Okay.  I love you too,” I whispered.  I fell asleep in time to see Akira getting out of bed.  I awoke a couple hours later but I was alone.  It was ten o’ clock in the morning.  Akira was gone, nowhere to be found.  I waited for him for a couple hours but still no show.  His sisters were gone for the week, visiting his parents but he wasn’t allowed to come.  I started to freak out.  He left me after making love to me.  I started to cry.  I was all alone now.  I had no one else, not even my family.  After all, they did arrange this betrothment to some guy.  My only supporter was in the hospital.  I cried more.  I left.  I stayed in my room and cried all day.  I felt so hurt.  He called me and I wouldn’t answer.  The next week, he approached me in school.  I refused to talk to him.  A couple weeks passed and he finally got the message.   One day, I was sitting in my room doing homework.  I looked at my calendar and I saw my period week marked.  It was last week.  I still had not gotten it.  Then it hit me, Akira and I didn’t use protection.  That meant I could be pregnant.  I got an at-home test to take- it was positive.  This was bad, real bad.  He didn’t even love me.  I couldn’t abort though.  I wanted to keep my baby.  I was still avoiding Akira.  I still loved him though.  I felt so confused him.  Even if he didn’t love me, he would love the baby, right?  What if he ran or said the baby wasn’t his?  Eventually a few months later, I decided to tell him.  At school, the next day, I approached him.  He said coolly, “What do you want?”  “I need to speak with you.”  “About what?”  “I can’t say it here.  Meet me at the tree on the end of our street.  Tonight.”  “Sure,” he said, irritated.  When it came time, I chickened out.  I was too scared.  I stayed in my room the rest of the day and slept.  I awoke in the middle of the night with a wierd feeling.  I felt like someone was watching me.  I saw a figure in the darkness.  I was too scared to scream.  “Shhh,” he said.  Oh my god!  He’s a rapist.  God help me!  “It’s me, Akira,” he said and stepped forward.  It was him.  Before I could ask why he was in my room at two in the morning, he said “Why did you want to talk to me today?”  I didn’t know what to say.  “I um, I uh,” I stammered.  This was too much.  I felt my hormones kick in.  I started to sob.  He looked at me, confused.  He sat on the bed and rubbed my back and said soothingly, “It can’t be that bad,”and wrapped his arms around me.  “Shhh,” he whispered and wiped a tear from my cheek.  “Akira, I-I’m, um,” I stuttered.  ” You’re what?” he asked.  “I’m, uhhh, pregnant. I’m so sorry.”  “It’s okay,” he said.  He said “We’ll get through this together.  We love each other and we will be good parents to this baby.  I love you and my unborn child more than life itself.”  I was touched by his words.  “I love you too.”  Telling my parents didn’t go very well.  I ended up living in Akira’s house with his two little sisters.  They were adorable and beautiful like tiny dolls.  Reiko and Saki.  Saki was outgoing while Reiko was shy.  They were twins.  Reiko and Saki both had large, round Asian eyes like apricots.   Reiko had watery blue-grey eyes and silky straight jet black hair and creamy, milky skin.  Saki had slighter darker, golden skin, toffee coloured ringlets and lovely, golden eyes.  They were seven.  They knew I was with their brother and they treated me so kindly.  When the day came, I was in the hospital room.  Akira’s family had taken a liking to me and allowed him back into the family and all of them were at the hospital.  The contractions hurt.  Bad.  I was giving birth to my baby but then everything went black.  I woke up, tired and sore.  Akira was at my bedside.  “What happened?” I asked.  “You don’t remember?” he said, looking puzzled.  “No.”  He called the doctor in.  “Oh it’s fine,” he said, “Many women experience bouts of amnesia in pregnancy and childbirth.”  He looked relieved.  “What happened?” I asked again.  “Would you like to see?” said Akira.  “Okay.”  He left for a moment and to my surprise came back with my mom.  She was angry with me because of my pregnancy.  They were each carrying something.  Akira came over and asked if I wanted to see my babies.  I was confused.  He explained I had given birth to twins.  I nodded.  He handed me the bundle in his arms.  “Say hello to your mommy,” Akira cooed, so unlike him.  It was a boy. His hair was straight like silk and jet black like Akira’s, they had the same eye shape and eyelashes but his were more gold in color like a tiger.  My son’s skin was more olive with gold undertones like me. He had my ears and fingers and fine yet thick hair.  He was beautiful.  His lips and miniature nose were perfect.  I loved him. The pain was completely worth it.  I nourished him and cradled him in my womb.  My mother walked over carrying my other child.  “Here,” she said smiling as she gave me the baby.  I immediately loved her just like her brother.  Her hair was silky, a soft charcoal black with red and brown in it like mine, thick, curly into ringlets and waves, with fine hair strands and lots of them just like me.  Her skin was the same as her brother’s and mine.  Her eyes were shaped like mine and large as apricots with long, black lashes fluttering out just like mine.  Her eye color was even the same as me though it was much more beautiful on her- switching between a piercing, baby blue and midnight blue and violet.  Her tiny nose and tiny, rosebud lips were perfect.  Her cheeks were flaming with color.  I was a pround, seventeen year old mother.  I chose their names, Sean and Camilla.  I nursed them for the first time.  I felt so close to my babies, feeding them my own snow-coloured milk.  We all lived with Akira close to his family and lived happily ever after.

(Screen) Name: Harlequin Snow

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Nothing More Forbidden

Posted on : 17-04-2010 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story

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Nothing is more forbidden than falling in love within the work environment. Nothing tops the excitement of diving into that deep taboo situation that can cost you your income. Even though there is so much at stake and the mistake has been made once before I could not simply ignore the burning sensation concealed within my heart. It was at this point I gave up looking for love. I had been single for quite some time and decided that nothing was going to happen for me. Then she showed up.
I like to think that I display a strong presence with an intimidating personality. Not only am I over the six foot mark with the weight to back it up but it would be your biggest mistake to take me for a fool. I have always been confident and great at whatever it is I choose to do. I am 22 years old and a manager of a big company for over two years now. I happen to be responsible for hiring and scheduling, so naturally I do the interviews. Amanda is her name. At the very moment I laid eyes on her she had already stolen my heart. She was stunning. Her head turning features were to be taken serious and her stone cold stare was to die for. Gathering my composure I gestured her to take a seat so the interview could begin. It did not take long for me to realize that this wasn’t just another pretty face. She had flare to her. Not only did she answer my questions with absolute precision like a knife effortlessly slicing through solid bone, but Amanda had blown me away with her wit. Fearless is a great word to describe this young man and blushing is something I do not submit to easily. Within minutes I’m sure she was wondering if my head was turning into a tomato. For obvious reasons that surely wasn’t the case. After the interview ended I knew I had to have her.
Amanda called me just about every night shortly after she was hired. To my amazement we didn’t have much in common at all. We are so very different on the outside. Although when it comes to deep dark secrets we share an abundance of them. I felt her pain as if it were my own. I felt her as if our souls were joined. The mutual attraction was almost instant. Shortly after some long conversations and learning about one another we decided to go on a date. Being a gentleman of course I picked her up and even held the car door. I can assure the world that chivalry is not dead. We went to see the best movie in the nation which will not be named due to the lack of fitting the bill of the compliments on the reviews. Our hands locked and many smirks and smiles were shared. Even our feet decided to become aquatinted. My heart was beating vigorously. After the movie ended I took her home and escorted her to the door. She invited me in and from there we simply talked. Saying nothing too intense we lay upon her dream making bed. I know I shouldn’t get involved in this situation because of the drama and politics. But what is it that I decide to do? I make the move. I press my longing lips against her never ending smile and that confirmed everything I needed to know. I feel I have been waiting for Amanda for a time longer than my own years. I feel things I cannot begin to describe and best of all, I’m in love. I’d give her the moon if I could reach it. Since my arms are just not long enough, she will have to settle for my heart. I have been told before that when love happens you will know. I thought it would never reach me but I have to say when it happened, I knew. She is my one and only and I love her with every ounce of my existence. She is now seared into my heart, mind, and soul. I love you Amanda.

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“Love is not a feeling, it is an ability.”

Posted on : 01-01-2010 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Secret Love

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First of all, I know this story is gonna be very long..but at least please try to read my story so you can get some ideas about soul mates and secret love. Enjoy reading!

I remember this guy back when we’re still in fourth grade let’s call him in the name of Mr.Genius (coz his very good in Math). So my story goes like this.

First day of school, I meet my old friends and some new classmates. Our class adviser decided to arrange our seats. He seats in front of me. We still don’t know each other that time.

The second day, the teacher told us to get 10 sheets of pad paper for our penmanship folder, then the guy seating in front of me offered to give me ten sheets of pad paper, he was kinda friendly to me, but I said no thanks coz I have my own. The next few days, he was friendly to me and we talked to each other, get to know more about each other, and I noticed that when I arrive at school he was there talking with his guy friends and when he saw me arrive, he suddenly will go to his seat. These time I was thinking that this Mr. Genius guy likes me because I saw some obvious signs where in a guy is doing when he likes a girl. But, that time I wasn’t that into things like crushes or simply boyfriends thingy. That time I already knew that Mr.Genius likes me, so I was thinking of a way so he would not like me anymore, then I start to be rude to him, and I start to avoid him. One time when we were having our Chinese calligraphy class, he’s jacket was placed at the back of his chair. Then suddenly I accidentally brushed my Chinese brush onto his jacket, leaving a big black mark on his jacket. I’m so shocked and don’t know what to do, because I know if he found out he’ll be mad at me. So I decided to just sit quietly and continue writing. Later he found out, then he asked me if I was the one who did that, I said it wasn’t me, because I was afraid to tell him. Then he got mad at me and told his friends about it. The first quarter has ended and the teacher again decided to change our seat plan, this time it was me who was seating in front of him. It was like every time if the teacher is going to change our seat plan, he is always near me. That time when I accidentally put Chinese ink into his jacket, from then on don’t talk to each other anymore, few weeks past, we began to develop shyness between the two of us. Every time I’m gonna pass near him, I noticed that he is trying to avoid me.

When we were in fifth grade, I don’t know what was happening to me, but soon I just realized that I have feelings for him (It’s just really weird), so that time I don’t know what I was doing, I black texted him, and in one of our text he asked me if I was interested in him and I said I was..(I don’t know what I’m doing that time, right know I’m thinking back that time were I confessed to him that I like him, It makes me feel that I’m totally a foolish girl.) But soon he knew that it was me and I was so ashamed, don’t know what to do because he is telling his friends that I confessed to him that I like him.

By the way, his friend’s brother and my brother know each other and they were both friends, so it means Mr.Genius Guy knows my brother and my brother knew everything that I was doing, and I felt very ashamed. I just wish I didn’t do that anymore.

When we were in sixth grade, Mr.Genius guy has a crush on a girl. Just so you know, Mr.Genius guy is a playboy.

This Mr.Genius guy has a friend, and his friend has a crush on my friend. His friend knew that I like Mr.Genius. So his friend told me that if I would agree to spy on my friend and he to will spy on Mr.Genius and tell me more about him. Then I agreed. He asked Mr.Genius if he is still interested in me, and Mr.Genius guy said that he has liked me back when we were still in fourth grade until now (sixth grade) (that time he likes a girl, me and genius guy are not classmates anymore in sixth grade.)

When there is a batch program or when I’m walking at the hallways or at the corridors, sometimes we cross pass each other and I saw that he stares at me and suddenly look back, he is totally shy too. We haven’t talk for almost 2 and a half yrs. already because we were not classmates. And it’s almost our graduation so I decided to ask him if I could have his graduation pic, he was really shy, and I notice him blushing, and he said yes.
I’m just wondering why is that, if he likes someone at the school, he asks the girl if she can be his girlfriend, but he has a crush on me too, but why is that he is too shy and doesn’t do the same thing to me like what he does to the other girls he like.

Now, that I’m a freshmen, sometimes we cross pass each other and sometimes he look at my eyes so deeply, like he wants to say something, we try to act normal to each other. Sometimes I realize that my fate is testing me, because often we saw each other in the same places. And until now I still has a crush on him, even though he has hurt me a lot of times, I keep on telling myself that I’m not gonna like this person anymore and I’m gonna forget him already, but this feeling I have for him still does not fade away and keeps coming back. I still have this one question on my mind..Does he still like me?

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Love on 4th of July???

Posted on : 01-01-2010 | By : Love Story Writer ... | In : Romance Love Story, Soul Mates

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You wouldn’t think that a 12 year old and a 17 year old would fall in love huh? It was a hot summer day….no it was 4th of July. I was getting ready to go to my temple (gurdwara), i quickly combed my hair and put on my white suit and we headed towards the gurdwara. I sat in the Langar Hall (place in the temple where food is served) with my friend. I saw him coming towards me and then he asked me for my e-mail adress and I gave it to him…I had known this guy from a long time ago…i used to live in the same neighborhood as him. I was very young when we used to play outside together along with many other kids. I was 8 years old when i first had a crush on him but then i had to move to another part of the suburbs in 4th grade. My heart was broken when my family and I moved away from him. But i met him again on 4th of July. As soon as i got home on that day, i checked my e-mail and we started to talk online.Then all of the sudden he asked me out….and i said yes instantly. That was my most amazing day ever. I was 12 and he was 17…he thought i was older because i looked older to him. When we started to talk on the phone, he asked me many questions and after 2 years of our relationship, we kissed.Pretty late huh? Well during those two years we went through a lot…we had our ups and downs but in the end…we were always together. Today i am 14 years old and my name is Manpreet. That boy’s name is Raj, he is 19 today. In our religion, when you put vermillon (sindoor) on a girl’s forehead, she’s considered your wife and from that day and on…you are considered to be married. On August 11th, 2009 he put vermillon on my forehead…and we were married. We knew so much about each other…In those two years we got to know each other so well that we trusted and still so trust each other more than anybody in the world. In our culture, everybody believes in castes even though our god said that there shouldn’t be any castes. I’m from a low caste and Raj is from a higher caste…there’s a 5 years of difference between us and yet we still are together today. It’s hard to believe isn’t it? It’s your choice to believe if this story is true or not…we have a site that we made please visit www.2heartz1soul.webs.com to know more about our love and why we are made for each other. Love…you can’t define it..you have to fall in love to know what it is 🙂
-MKB & GSB

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love begets love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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