Love Story: Fate Brought Us Together Married On Our 7th Date

By: www.milliondollarlovestory.com

My story will begin at the time that I was living in Nebraska. At the time I was a divorced father with two children. I have a son who was 12 years old at the time, and my daughter was age 10. I had met a cousin over the Internet and we decided that we should meet each other. After my cousin came to meet us the first year we came to Chicago the second year. The first visit to Chicago was so much fun that I told my children that I would like to move to Chicago someday. The following year we came for another visit to the city. When we drove into the city on this second trip, I felt as if I was arriving home, and that I belonged in Chicago. We began to come out on a regular basis, even on three day weekends, when we would make the 1400 mile round trip. After three years my daughter decided that she was ready to move to Chicago. This was in July of 2001, and we were here and ready for school to start on September 2nd, 2001.

When we arrived in Chicago I started working at a local retail store as a salesperson and a department manager. At all times while I was here I felt as if I had lived here before. At one point while working here I transferred to another department where I took an outside sales position. This allowed me to travel all over the city making sales calls. It was while making the sales calls that I first set eyes on the woman that I would marry.

After seeing her for the first time, across the street from one of my jobsites, I made sure that I visited that jobsite on every trip out. The first time I saw her I smiled and waved at her. From that time on I became more curious and more drawn to her. I tried to find out all that I could about her with no luck. Each time I saw her I felt this need to meet her. I just knew that I had to meet her. I had never felt like this before. I even considered that she might have cast a spell on me to make me feel this way. When I finally decided that I would meet her I knew that I could not do this while I was working, that I needed more time than a work break would allow, to get to know her. I made a trial run on a Thursday night to see if I might be able to meet her and at the last minute decided that I was not ready. But it was after this trial run that I knew I would meet her. Finally, on a Saturday night, I got ready to go. I knew when I left the house that I was not coming home until I met her. When I pulled up in front of her house on the south side of Chicago I knew there was no turning back. I was prepared to knock on her door and introduce myself, but as luck would have it she was already sitting on the front porch. I got out of my car and walked right up to the porch to meet her. There was a big man working on a car in front of the house, and at this point I did not know if she was married or if she was with someone else. I didn't care. I walked past the man and said; "How are you", and I kept on going to the front porch. When I got there I introduced myself as Steve and asked her if she recognized me. She said; "Yes, you're the guy who makes the sales calls. Are you working tonight"? I said; "No, I am only here to meet you". At that point I sat down on the front steps and we spent the next two and a half hours talking and getting to know each other.

Before I left that night I made sure that she had my phone number, my address, and any other information that she would need to contact me. I also made sure that I had her phone number and a date for the following Tuesday, to have a couple of drinks and to get to know more about her. It was a fantastic night and I felt very good about meeting her.

Nora comments that a few years ago she returned to Chicago, a mother of six and divorced. "I've known a few men in my life and I can honestly say, that when I think back, none of them were any good".

One day I decided I would spend the rest of my life alone until the person that was right for me came along. No matter how long it took, I would not get involved with anymore men, period. Myself, being what I am, took it upon myself to do a spell. Nothing elaborate, but I put my all into it just the same. I made a list of everything I wanted this person to be. This list covered three sheets of paper front and back, and a few lines on the fourth sheet. I kept these sheets with me everywhere day and night. I made sure I had no physical relationships with men. I never thought of even getting close enough to one to allow that to happen. I decided to let the spirits send him to me, and I would keep all avenues open to allow that to happen with no unwanted baggage hanging around.

After what seemed like years, the papers seemed to vanish. I searched everywhere and they were nowhere to be found. I took it as a sign that my love was coming soon.

Suddenly, there seemed to be men coming out of the woodwork to get my attention. I held my ground and stayed alone. Still, this was a sign, and I knew. I would ask the spirits to give me a sign when my love was near. Each time, immediately afterward, this feeling would come over me so dizzying that I would have to grab hold of something just to keep from falling to the ground.

One day I was going to the store for cigarettes. There was an outside salesman sitting in his truck watching me. He caught my attention too, even at the distance we were. I saw him more often after that, always at a distance, but something in his eyes caught my attention. There was even something in the air when I saw him. The dizzying feelings left, which was also a sign. Once he waved and smiled. I did the same. He knew where I lived and once in a while he would pass through my block, past my house. I could feel my heart drop during the times I wasn't actually standing on the porch when he came through. He was on a business call at the house across from me. As he came out I waved, but he didn't glance my way, even though I know he wanted to. He drove away. So I decided to be patient and wait. He will come to me.

He did just that. Usually I never stay outside long when it begins to get dark, living on the south side of Chicago, but this particular day for some reason I knew something was going to happen. So I sat on the porch a little longer. A car pulled up along the other side of the street and a white a man got out. I thought nothing of it at first until he turned around. It was the salesman walking over to me, cocky as you please. Before he made it to the porch I started adjusting my hair and worrying about how I looked and everything. Never in my life had I ever felt so nervous. He introduced himself, asked me if I remembered who he was, and I told him yes. He sat on the porch and we talked as if we had known each other all of our lives. It felt as if we had already been together. By the time we finished talking, it was night. Where did the time go?

The following Tuesday was September 21st, which happened to be Nora's birthday. We went to a local sports bar in Bridgeport to have a couple of drinks and just talk. Spending time with Nora was a very comfortable feeling, and during our conversation she mentioned that she had something that I should know about her. She had on a pendant and held it out for me to see. While I looked at it she asked me if I knew who might wear something like it. I didn't, and she told me she wasn't like most people. She asked if I had any idea what she might be. I had no doubt! The first thing out of my mouth was, "you're a witch".

At that point Nora asked me why I would say something like that. I told her that I had already considered that fact, that she may have placed a spell on me, as I had done so many things, and felt so many things that had not happened before in my life. Actions I had never taken. Her response was to tell me that my guess was absolutely correct. While I was making sales calls the next day I delivered a dozen white, pink, and yellow roses to her so she would know that I truly enjoyed our first date.

Our second date was on October 2nd. I picked Nora up at 10:00 a.m. and we spent the day at Navy Pier. Walking, sight seeing, lunch, a movie at the Imax, a ride on the Ferris wheel, and music at the beer garden. I have never felt so at ease with anyone, holding hands and talking the whole time. It was the best date I have ever had, and we still had more to do for the day.

After we left Navy Pier we picked up a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses from my place. Nora got a chance to meet my daughter while we were there and we continued to Buckingham Fountain.

When we got to Buckingham Fountain we parked and opened the bottle of wine to pour a couple of glasses before we walked over to the fountain. Before we got out of the car a policeman pulled up and came over. He told us we would need to pay the meter to park, and that we couldn't sit in the car and drink. Thank God he didn't give us a hard time about the wine and such.

We walked across the street hand in hand to the fountain and enjoyed the sight and night air. It was here that we kissed for the first time, very tender, very sweet.

When our date ended I knew I had found a woman that went way beyond my expectations. It was after this date that I purchased engagement and wedding rings. I knew where I wanted this relationship to go, and I was sure that it would.

October 16th was Sweetest Day and I wanted to surprise Nora with a visit. I drove to her house and knocked on the door. She was not at home but her daughter and niece let me in and served me a cup of coffee. This is the first time I had actually been inside her home and it had the atmosphere of familiarity to me. I met her mother and was talking to her when Nora came back. She was a little surprised and disappointed that I showed up unexpectedly. We talked for a few minutes before she told me she had other plans for the day, and that I should call first before coming over. I left with the feeling of being a little hurt, but not shot down. We would see each other again.

We went out again on October 23rd. This is our third date. We drove around for a while just talking and looking for a place that may be nice for dinner. While we drove I let Nora know, by giving strong hints, I thought we would always be together. We went to an Italian restaurant where they played live piano music. We had a very nice dinner and a few drinks. In fact, Nora had way too many few drinks. I carefully led her out the front door when we left. When we got outside I turned to her and we shared a very loving and warm kiss. Fantastic! On the way back to her house she wasn't feeling well so we stopped until she was again ready for movement. At the front door I wanted to kiss her goodnight, but she told me to just leave. I found out later that the reason for this was the fact that she was holding things in and lost it all as soon as she got inside the house. Drunk, she had cleaned up the mess and then almost crawled up the stairs to her room.

Date number four, November 6th, was more of a relaxation date. Through our conversations I found that Nora liked blues music. We went to Lee's Unleaded Blues Club and spent the night listening to music, having a few beers, and talking. It was a night that was somewhat uneventful, but very enjoyable. It was this date that Nora came on a little stronger in letting me know that she wanted more.

Shocking date number five! Sunday, November 14th, is a day we will never forget. We had decided to again visit a blues club after having breakfast. After getting ready I was heading to my car with a card and sweets, when a voice inside my head told me to go back inside the house and get the engagement ring. This wasn't something I was planning on taking with me on this date, but I went back and got it just the same. I placed it on the seat of the car and then told myself that it was too soon for an engagement today, so I placed it in the glove box. I was totally wrong about this as the day unfolded in a way that was unbelievable.

At Club Escape we listened to the music and enjoyed each other's company over a couple of drinks. During a break in the entertainment Nora went to freshen up a little. While she was there the entertainer came to our table and made the comment to me that witchcraft and religion don't mix. We thought this was a little strange but didn't put too much thought into it. During the next break we were still sitting close and enjoying being together when he again came over to our table. The only comment he made this time was, "Just marry the lady and get it over with". This comment was surprising, as we didn't know this man and he had added nothing else to the comment, he just walked away.

I looked at Nora, she looked at me, and I said; "OK, let's just go with this. What would you say if I asked you to marry me right now"?

She looked at me and smiled, "You can't do that without a ring".

Now I knew the reason for the little voice in my head from earlier in the day, and why I brought the ring with. I replied; "I have a ring in the car".

Nora; "No you don't".

Steve; "Yes I do. I'll go out and get it".

Nora told me later, that while I was going to get the ring she was sitting at the table asking herself why I would play with her emotions like that, pounding on the table, and telling herself that she was going to refuse to leave until I produced a ring after putting her through this.

In less than three minutes I was back, standing in front of her with a small box in my hand. I placed it on the table and told her to open it. She was fearful that it would end up being earrings or a necklace, so she just shook her head and said; "No".

I then picked up the box, opened it, and took out the ring. "Nora, will you marry me"?

She was in shock and speechless, sat there just staring at the ring. I was getting the feeling that this wasn't going to turn out the way I wanted, when all of a sudden she jumped out of her seat and gave me the tightest, most loving "yes" hug you would ever see.

Fate? Everything is mysteriously falling in place for us? Call it what you want, but the way things came together for us doesn't end here!

On Wednesday, November 17th, I took off work early so we could go downtown to get the marriage license. This would be date number six. We were off and running, making our dream come true.

Everything felt so right about this and on Sunday, November 21st, we decided to get married on Thanksgiving. This was after I had told Nora about my day on the sales truck on Thursday. I was driving that morning, when suddenly I could smell her like she was sitting next to me. I took a couple of deep breaths and got a strong feeling that she was up to something. A couple more breaths, and I knew what it was. She and her sister were together, planning on surprising me with a date that we would marry.

When I told her about this she was in disbelief. She had been with her sister, talking about the very plan I had told her about, but there was no way that I could have known about it. The time was 10:00 a.m. when I had felt all of this, the very time she and her sister were together.

Nora and her sister spent the entire day on Monday, November 22nd, trying to find a Pastor, Minister, or Officiate that would perform a marriage ceremony at noon, on Thanksgiving Day, at her parent's home. When I talked to her that evening on the phone, she was very upset that it wasn't going to happen, they had found none. I told her not to worry about it, that I would try to find someone on Tuesday while I was on my sales route.

The next day, Tuesday, I made my first sales stop of the day. It was here that I mentioned my goal of finding an Officiate. A man at this stop told me that his mother had a brother that was a minister, and he would go make a phone call for me to find out if this would be a possibility. I told him I would have to stop back later due to not having time to wait. He said it wouldn't take long as his mother lived right next door. When he came back everything was pointing to go. I would meet them for lunch and make arrangements. Over lunch everything was planned, and the ceremony would take place on Thanksgiving as we had hoped. Once again, fate had shined upon us, and our plans for our future together.

Thanksgiving Day, November 25th, our marriage took place. Sixty-nine days after we had first met, on our seventh date, we were married, in a small ceremony, in her parent's home. That was over three years ago now, and we haven't looked back. We are still very much in love and things in our life continue to improve for us. It is our wish that fate would shine on everyone as it has us.

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Still waters run deep!

by Galina Toktalieva

As long as I remember myself, I was always mesmerized by water. Even washing cups made it pleasant experience feeling blissful substance touching my skin. Being so much fond of sea, I avoided deep places and could not swim at all, combining adoration toward water with dread.

Most likely, such attitude I got by being born in region of steppes and mountings, where holy substance is rare and brings life to dry earth of nomads.During summer months, I was often sitting in fire boat fastened to the Mur coast.

Looking at the river I perceived wisdom of things, feeling myself perfect particle of perfect universe. Boat was gently rocking me and I was sure that linking chain was broken and I was floating in nowhere.Walking along Muradweg, I used to send cosmos mail messages to all possible Gods and Goddesses of water. You must pronounce your utmost wish

looking at the river - and it will be delivered to holy quarters of nature.

How could I compress all unfulfilled desires in one single wish that can be send as plea to eternity? Feeling wind drying my tears I begged

river: “Please show me the way!”

But river never confirmed or denied anything. It existed solemnly in sphere where small private misfortunes and frustrations played no role. River always wanted to show me – whatever I did, suffering was inevitable!

Only one medicine was valid – detachment.

For your own sake you better be detached of your desires and dependencies!

Dependence starts as adventure. Among tens of similar affairs, you were so easy to come through- only one gives birth to fatal addiction.

Fatality comes in image of man.

He invites you to make trip to Slovenia in his car and then picks you up at the corner of the street. He is suspicious and nervous; he makes a few rounds in area to catch glimpse of possible spies.

Contrary to you, he has something to lose.

During trip, you both keep strained silence, partly because of his CD with Russian music that plays loud – to prevent probable record of talk. He doesn’t fully apprehend the meaning of Russian songs he is listening to. In my turn, I am shy, but provocative. Instability of my situation and fears make me enterprising and dangerous.

This game is seduction. I try to seduce mature man, arouse his feelings and then look what will go out of it. Sexual satisfactions I don’t search and also never get.

Game is much more meaningful than that. I want to gain power over man’s heart.

We swirl around along Slovenian roads, captured by curiosity and trepidation. Eventually distant hotel is found. Not a single detail of that intimacy I can recollect. Trivialities of quick closeness are dimmed by anxiety. Nor can I recollect his caresses. May be there were none.

Depth of my feelings surpassed all, and if sex occurred under any circumstances, it played only role of confirmation.

We met again and made another trip. I was sure I would easily forget these affairs, as I forgot many of them that gave nothing

to me except hurt. But imagination was already at its work, and poison of dependence on imaginary images started circulation in my blood.

It was like unknown illness you could not take control of and could not predict its frightening zigzags. It took me years of struggle to get rid of it.

For a long time, in fact for a few years I listened to cassettes with Russian music he presented me – and did it every day. Every day I dreamed of dancing together with him in big hall feeling his body in elegant suit pressed against mine.

Perhaps I disturbed God of Mur river with my requests too often. Fate hit me unexpectedly.

Once I came to public ball and saw him dancing with other woman. Looking how he kept her hand, I knew unmistakably that he slept with her. His face expressed tenderness unfamiliar to me. Everything there was like in my dream – big hall full of people, lights, sounds of music and his eyes…lingering at other woman’s face.

I stepped in shadow. Pain in chest! What physical anguish can be compared with it? Lights merged spinning around. There was no past, no future, only this moment of agony that was lasting ever and ever.

I dig nails in my hand, and drops of blood appeared, but there was no ache.

I became suddenly blind and could not make one face from another.

I tried to gulp vodka in buffet, but failed and threw it at shoulder of person standing beside.

Then it was lapse in my memory. Next time I found myself standing at Hauptbrücke

and looking at dark waters below. How much time passed, a few hours, twenty minutes or may be years? From eternity point of view, it was all the same.

O, River! Why did you take my utmost dream from me? Please take instead my life!

It seemed water noise changed its tonality as if trying communicate something to me.

I could feel fresh breathing of the Mur at my skin.

To terminate all in a moment? Jump down and after seconds of injury to enter eternity – without regret, attachment and pain?

The dim waters of the Mur moved forward – and this movement was suddenly right and full of deep meaning. River – the only witness – knew what I felt. It told me the highest wisdom of moment was to die being alive and to transit to other self, other point of view.

Street was empty and I could hear bell ringing two. Suddenly I felt tremendously tired, and knew I must go to reach my small attic.

I also knew I would stand all in this life, because that day I survived death of my dream. 

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Love Knows No Bounds!

Love is an expression that has been written and spoken about since time knows when, there have been endless stories about this particular emotion and yet I do not find anyone getting tired of this.

This forum here is a great place where I can relate this story. I have wanted to tell this story since a long time. I knew of a girl exactly my age, and like each of us went through the transition of falling in love for the first time before we reached adulthood, she too, passed through the same emotion.

Well, Ruby fell in love earlier than any of us did, this was the time especially when we scoffed at this emotion, that we found love completely weird. We would roll our eyes each time she would look in that special way at the guy she was in love with. We knew the guy well, though, he was Robert and we rarely thought of him as interesting stuff for love, etc. We were sixteen year olds who had a lot of experiences to go through and Robert was 21.

Ruby was not what Robert was looking for a girl; Robert was a guy who has been through many personal tragedies till the age 21, highly intelligent, well educated and his family had high status in society, however for us he was an object of sympathy rather than love. Ruby on the other hand, was a happy go lucky kid, who would talk incessantly, and now it would be around Robert.

I don’t know exactly what irked Robert, the fact that Ruby was not good looking or that she came from a family which would require a lot of polishing to be proud of company, she was not what his status would demand. Well, with her romantic overtures and his rebuffing we surely had a good time watching those two. For all of us who had never been in love it was funny.

With this body language and reactions, Robert made it quite clear without words that he was not even remotely interested in Ruby. Time passed and soon it was that time when each one was in love with someone or another, some of us went through heart breaks and for some love soon turned into affairs. Robert we soon found had enough material to fall in love with, there were many girls who were falling for him and he was surely enjoying all the attention.

Ruby could not have been smart, but she was not stupid and so much so that she would not notice that her affection for Robert was not being reciprocated in a way any girl would like. Being friends, I personally saw the pain in her eyes, I felt pity for her. I liked Robert and I liked Ruby too, sometimes I would wish he would not treat her so badly.

I still do not have any idea what actual definition of love was for Ruby, because though Robert went through a series of affairs with glamorous girls, yet she would try to get attention from him. Time passed, we finished our colleges, took our degrees and started our career, and Ruby too, took up a job, still hopelessly in love with Robert. We could describe Ruby’s love only as worship because it was almost 7 years and Robert had not even spoke civilly to her during all that time.

All in our group started getting married, some gave their affairs marital status and others with some new people, and meanwhile we got the news that Ruby too was engaged with someone. We met Ruby at her engagement party; she said both had fallen in love with each other. We looked at her questioningly she answered us ‘ That I still love Robert does not mean I cannot love anyone else, I love my husband as much as I love Robert, but Robert is the one I will love forever’.

Today Ruby is happily married with two children and we all still respect her not because she is married, because she had the power to love someone unconditionally. I know even Robert respects her today, from making a fool of herself at times through her teenage days; she has managed to make us respect and adore her.

I don’t think she is cheating her spouse either, knowing Ruby she would have surely told her husband that she always loved someone else before she met him. And I am sure her devotion to love, she has made her husband see the point the way she made us realize what love really is.

I learned to me more compassionate in my relationship with my spouse, it is not important that we get to possess what we love the most, what is more important that we know how to love – unconditionally.

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Love Story About how to Love Someone

There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This 
romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper-cranes as a gift to his girl. 
 Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future 
doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, 
his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. 
She also told him that she couldn't visualize any future for the both of 
them, so let's go their own ways there and then ...Heartbroken, the guy 
agreed. But when he regains his confidence, he worked hard day and night, 
slogging his body and mind just to make something out of him. 

Finally with all these hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set 
up his own company. You never fail until you stop trying one rainy day, 
while this guy was driving; he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella 
the rain walking to some destination. 
Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him 
long to realize those were his girl's parents. With a heart in getting back 
at them, he droved slowly beside the couple, wanting them to 
spot him in his luxury sedan. 
He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore; he had his own 
company, car, comfort etc. He made it! Before the guy can realize, the 
couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he got out of his car and 
followed.... and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as 
ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his paper cranes beside her. 
 Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you, 
for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant 
nothing to you Her parents saw him. He asks them why had this happened. 
 They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with 
cancer. 
She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be 
his obstacle ..... therefore she had choose to leave him ... 
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't 
mean they don't love you with all they have She had wanted her parents to 
put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings 
him to her again he can take some of those back with him ... 
Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may 
escape but what's in your heart will remain forever 
The guy just wept ..... The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting 
right 
beside them knowing you can't have them 

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Sad Love Story

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.

I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.

She said, "I miss you."

I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."

She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.

I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."

Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eaten lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.

Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"

Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.

But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having lived together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go.

She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."

With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."

I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"

I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"

I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain would go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.

I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself."

She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.

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Best Love Stories:- A Girl Who Felt Ignored

This story is about a girl who felt ignored..


I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin.
I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club, I found out that I fell in love with him.
Before the trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him.
And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways.
I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there was so many other girls.
To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl...
"Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.
"I can't"
"Why? You need to study at home?" I felt disappointment grabbing me.
"No... I am going to meet a friend..."
He was always like that.
He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing.
To him, I was just a girlfriend. 
The word 'love' only came out of my mouth.
Since I knew him, I had never heard I'm say 'I love you' before.
To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all.
He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 1O0 days...2O0 days...
Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don't know why...
Then one day...
Me: Um, Jin, I...
Jin: What...don't drag, just say...
Me: I love you.
Jin: ...........you.....um, just take this doll and go home.
That was how he ignored my 'three words' and handed me the doll.
Then he disappeared, like he was running away.
The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one.
There were many....
Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday.
When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call.
But... lunch passed, dinner passed...and soon the sky was dark... he still didn't call.
It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore.
2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. 
He told me to come out of the house.
Still. I felt joy and I ran out happily.
Me: Jin...
Jin: Here...take this...
Again, he handed me a little doll.
Me: What's this?
Jin: I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. 
I'm going home now, bye.
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?
Jin: Today? Huh?
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday.
He turned around and walked away like nothing had happened.
Then I shouted...
"Wait..."
Jin: You have something to say?
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me...
Jin: What?!
Me: Tell me
I put my pathetic self behind and clung onto him.
But he just said simple cold words and left.
"I don't want to say...that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else."
That was what he said. Then ran off...
My legs felt numb...and I collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily...
How could he...
I felt that...
Maybe he is not the right guy for me...
After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying.
He didn't call me, although I was waiting.
He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house.
That's how those dolls piled up in my room... everyday
After a month, I got myself together and went to school.
But what made the pain resurface was that.... I saw him on a street...with another girl...
He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me...as he touched the doll...
I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell...
Why did he gave these to me...
Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls...
In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around.
Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him.
He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house.
I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop.
I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that....its going to end.
Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.
Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?
I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happened and joking around.
Soon, he held out the doll as usual...
Me: I don't need it.
Jin: What....why...
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.
Me: I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!
I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes were very shaky.
"I'm sorry" He apologized in a tiny voice.
He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll... 
"You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!"
But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll.
Then...
Honk~ Honk~
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.
"Jin! Move! Move away!" I shouted...
But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.
"Jin, move!"
HONK~!!!
"Boom!" That sound, so terrifying.
That's how he went away from me.
That's how he went away without evening opening his eyes to say one word to me.
After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him...
And after spending two months like a crazy person...
I took out the dolls.
Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out.
I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days... when we were in love...
"One...two... three..."
That was how... I started to count the dolls...
"Four hundred and eighty four... four hundred and eighty five..."
It all ended with 485 dolls.
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms.
I hugged it tightly, then suddenly...
"I love you~, I love you~"
I dropped the dolls, shocked.
"I....lo..ve...you??"
I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.
"I love you~ I love you~"
It can't be!
I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side.
"I love you~"
"I love you~"
"I love you~"
Those words came out non-stop.
I...love you...
Why didn't I realize that.....
That his heart was always by my side, protecting me.
Why didn't I realize that he love me this much...
I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road.
It had his blood stain on it.
The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much...
"Jo...Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't say I love you.... Um... since I was too shy... If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that i love you... everyday... till I die... Jo... I love you..."
The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now?
He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute...
For that... and for that reason... to me... it became courage... to live a beautiful life...

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Touching Love Story

There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once.

So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores.

He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.

She looked up and asked "Can I help you?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.

He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it.

"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.

He nodded and she went to the back.

She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.

So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out...

!!!RRRING! !!
The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday... "

The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother.

Later in the day. the mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.

Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.
It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn The mother opened another CD...

Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn

Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You . . . "

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A Really Sad Love Story

This was a true story about a boy and girl working in a same firm in india the boy and girl was from different part of india but they have just join the organization at a same time so they love to talk to each other very offen even they use to help each other. Day by day they love to talk to each other and even they don’t know when they fall in love with each other. Nither boy or girl express their feeling as they was affraid of lossing the relation one day boy ask that girl to be his wife and the girl was so happy on that day. She thought that god has given her every thing what ever she ask but life never be same for every one as life have some good time as well as bed time. Girl used to stay with him on his room they were love bird but did not try to touch anyone (as in india girls do not try sex before merriage). Girl was so beautiful and that boy was very handsome even every one was thinking that this are best couple of the organization.

One big day they decided to watch movie and hang out for a long drive to know each other well. That day girl was looking like pricess and due to this she meets with a new problem in her life some group of guys commented dirty about her. That boy was listing the same and go to fight with them but girl did not like that and the next day evening girl was kidnepped by the ugly group of guys. That boy has ask help from police even but they ask for time and boy was wanted to save her girl from all this trouble.

After 2 days she come back home safely and told that “I was kidnepped by them and i dont know how i made them fool and run away from them and hide in some dark room for 1 whole day and night without any food and very next day i’m here thank god that i’m safe” but she found that her lover has changed the way he looks to her. That boy did not talk to her more and just go went to office and when he come back in evening she again talk to him about the incidence. This time he reply like who knows what happends to you i can’t belive you what will the socity think when they knows that you are back from the kidnepers. I can’t accept you any more as my wife as i can’t trust that you are still vergine. The girl was socked and cry a lot  after hearing this she has no way left for the life so she decided to die and very next day she was no more in the word. Police investication says that the dath is because of poison in her body.

Do you think the death was because of posion in her body i personally feel the death was becasue the posion in her lovers mind....... The intence to share this story is just to make sure you love your partner and trust him or her a lot. Because trust is really requires in any  relation

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Holiday Love Story by Deborah Hedstrom-Page

Two years ago as I hung the ornaments on my tree and put my ceramic Baby Jesus in the manger, I had more than the holidays on my mind. A diamond ring sparkled on my left hand. After years of teaching me contentment and comfortable singleness, God had led me to say yes to Bill Page – a godly man who was an old friend, a widower, and a pastor. On December 30, 2001, Bill and I married. So this month I want to share with you a love story – but not the one you think.

When my first husband died 16 years ago, many people quoted Psalm 68:5 and Isaiah 54:5 and tried to comfort me by saying, “God will be your husband.” It didn’t work.

I repeatedly told the Lord, “I want You to be my God. I don’t want you to be my spouse. I want a flesh-and-blood husband.” God did not get mad or withdraw. He stayed close and waited.

As my grief lessened and my single parenting intensified, I turned to the Lord as never before – as I had turned to my husband before he died. And God’s Spirit responded, speaking comfort and giving direction. I experienced the reality of having a divine partner. As the years went by, I took for granted the intimacy I shared with God. I didn’t analyze it or think about it; I just lived it. But this year was different.

I had been remarried for three months when my first awareness of the change came. Praying as I drove to my teaching job, I sensed an indefinable change. God was still there. He was listening, and He loved me. But earlier that morning, I had talked with Bill about many of the things I was now praying about. The “no other one” intimacy with God I had as a single woman was now filled by my flesh-and-blood husband.

When I figured out the difference, my prayer changed to thanksgiving for the privilege of experiencing God in a unique way because of my needs as a single woman.

Two months later, however, I wasn’t so thankful. I was preparing to speak at my first women’s retreat since getting married, and I felt afraid. Would no longer having my single-life neediness for God affect the depth of my speaking? After wrestling with my thoughts for a couple of weeks, I burst into tears one night. Bill asked what was wrong, and I did my best to explain. He had been a widower for a couple of years, so he had a sense of what I meant; and he realized that my additional 13 years of being alone had left a strong reality of a divine presence.

It helped to be understood, but his next comment helped me even more:
“You know how you’re going to speak on the topic of ‘New Every Morning’ from Lamentations 3? Well, God is allowing you to live that now. You’re experiencing Him in a new, married way.”

My husband’s words changed my fretting to thinking. As a single person, the same Holy Spirit who so often had spoken directly to me, now often spoke through my husband. I thought back to the mornings I’d talked to Bill about my retreat topics and content. Each time, he’d made comments that helped me focus my sharing. God was just as near and helpful, but now He had another way to help and direct me – through my husband.

The retreat was great, and my positive attitude toward my husband even rubbed off on many of the ladies; and they, too, began speaking well of their mates. It was a new addition to the results God produced when I spoke.

Every single person has an incredible opportunity to find God in a unique, intimate way. So when you decorate your tree and wrap gifts this holiday season, take a moment to thank the Lord for His Emanuel – the God-with-us child born 2,000 years ago – and realize that your love story with Him is the greatest one ever told.


Source http://www.touchinglovestories.com/lovestory237.htm

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My First Love Broke my Heart! Any one Can Help..?

I fell in love for the first time on December 23,2010. We were more then perfefect from the start and we made each other so happy. But there was one problem.. I couldn't stand the girl he called his bestfriend. Before I came along he addmitted to me that he had had a crush on her for the past 3 years. But she had always had a boyfriend. I didn't mind it at first but then he would pay more attention to her and he started going out with her and another couple. So I told him that if he didn't cutt the connections then we were gonna break up. So he promised me he would. Well, four months down the road I find out that he has still been secretly talking to her and texting behind my back and lieing to me. Well, I gave him another warning. And around our 1 year the girls boyfriend walked into her room one morning and found them in bed together. They had clothes and claim to have done nothing. But I still broke up with him because to me it was cheating. I begged for him back the next night weirdly.. but he denied me. Saying I needed to move on. So the next week my sister invited me out with her boyfriend and some of his friends. And my ex found out and came begging for me back. Well I said I would think about it but I was going to go. I thought it was only fair for me to have some fun too. Well I met a fun guy while I was out and I had a blast cause I got a lot of things off my mind. Well I was going to still go back to him until he told me that he had been texting her and seeing her and lieing to me for months. That they had been to the mall and movies and he bought her dinner. I thought it was nice that he was being honest but I knew then that if he could cheat and lie to my face for months without feeling bad I shouldn't stay with him. So I asked him this finial question.. Would he have ever have been honest with me if I wouldn't have found out and he said no. So I thought that letting him go was the best decision. I ended up dating that boy from my fun night to help me move along but it didn't help. And that guy just ended up breaking my heart more. After we had broke up he with me I knew that I still loved my Ex and I wanted to make things work. Cause I know that the whole year we fell in love wasn't all a lie. So when I started to text him and try and get back he was already dating another girl. He told me he would't get back with me because it was all my fault cause I left him for another guy. I just lost trust and thought it was best and I was wrong. And now we don't talk much and he is still with her. What should I do? Should I try and move on and wait for something better for me? Or should I wait?


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Touching Love Letter

My sweetheart,

How are you? Life has been like a dream since I saw you first in that busy crowd.I want to tell you that i have fallen in love with you, you have done some kind of magic, magic called" love.".

Your eyes are the most dazzling eyes in the world, deep like the ocean.You are like a dream for me,like an angel from heaven in my life,like an answered prayer,like sun rays of morning,like moon of night and like the joy of flying high in the sky.

I dream that someday I will have the courage of coming in front of you and hug you tightly and say that" hey girl I want to be with you forever......I love you for you have taken my heart away from me and every night you come in my dreams please come in my life also forever".

Whenever i see you my heart starts beating fast and I want to hold your hand and kiss your red lips and make you mine till my last breath.Life is so empty without you like sky without stars and the river without water.Whenever I come closer to you I feel mesmeriesed by fragrance of your spotless body.

I want to promise you two things my love first I will always be with you and second I will wait for you till my last breath.

Falling in love with you was the second most beautiful thing in my life and the first one was meeting you.I feel like looking at your beautiful face 24 hours a day and the more I see you the more beautiful I find you.I want to touch you my angle.

Be mine forever and I will be there for you holding your hands till my last breath.If you except my love it will be a dream come true for me my angle.It seems like I will stop breathing if don′t see you anymore.

Make my life beautiful by joining your heart with mine.

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Story On Friendship

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.

"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me.

"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."

"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. 

The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg. 

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.

Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are. 

Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!! There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings. And you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift! 

Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends how much you care....

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