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We have all heard that love is affected person and love is type, however have you ever ever thought of how hilariously humorous love and romantic relationships may be as nicely? As these humorous love quotes from comedians show, love can carry a chuckle, giggle or a side-splitting chortle out of nearly anybody you may meet.

While you’re in love, you’re mechanically having an excellent time. You might be with the individual you like probably the most, and something you do with them brings a smile to your face, even after they’re annoying you worse than anybody has earlier than! So naturally, your courting and love life are positive to be stuffed with some downright entertaining moments.

In fact, there are additionally elements of affection that do not appear humorous at first, however that you end up laughing about it afterward. Unhealthy breakups, fights and misunderstandings could come up and put a pressure on issues. However as soon as you’ll be able to work via it together with your associate, you are additionally capable of see the humor within the scenario.

In spite of everything, life could be rather a lot much less fascinating if we did not function that method. Might you think about a humor-less society? Ugh. That may be horrible.

Thank heavens for comedians and their fascinating outlook on every part that goes on in our world! Having the ability to consider laborious conditions and discover a type of silver lining someplace inside all of it is really a present. And it is one thing we are able to all study from, as a result of it is vital to recollect to not take every part too critically.
That Letter, THE Letter
Tags: Lovestory, Love Letters, Love

Dear K,

Thank you for always being open to talking.Thank you for not just listening but participating and being present with me as we pull back the layers of an age-old love story: something you hate doing.

We both know I am an emotional giant. I’m a wiz with reflecting on how I feel and even better at finding the words to describe them but slow to provide you with the space needed to reflect (albeit a flaw that I am conquering every day).

Circa. 2017

Now we are years later, after a sincere but failed attempt at being ambitious college students trying to assemble what we thought a relationship should be. Yet, we found ourselves back here — staring at each other. Souls and hearts laid bare, forced to reckon with if we will leave the past behind or continue to write the pages on a roller-coaster of a love story.

When we started chatting, I honestly was not plotting on you. But as fate will have it, I sat there listening to you, and then I felt this aura of comfort fall over me- refreshing and robust yet so familiar. And I could not help but think, “Damn, I miss this girl.” Then flowed a feeling of happiness, and I just could not let this feeling go, so I decided to explore it further. When I wrote that letter, THE letter, it was merely my way of expressing my interest in chasing what I felt with you. Though I think I expressed my perspective well, I still feel this urge to explain(over-explain) further.

I want to be here, with you, right now as your friend; however, I want to set my intentions with you. When I think of you, I see both a movie reel of our past and a clear view of what could be our future. K, I want you to continue to be free, prioritize your career, creating a life where you are the center and chase all the feelings that I’ve said led me to you. That letter, THE letter, was me asking that if/when you are ready to open your heart to love, that I would be first in line. Not because I deserve it but because I will have earned it. By continuing to be your friend and a confidant, challenging you, growing with you, and hopefully loving you(friendly) as no one can.

That letter, THE letter, was me setting the tone, establishing a distant but very genuine expectation, NOT requiring a daunting commitment (I’m dramatic)from you. This does not mean I am going to wait for you but that I take you seriously.

With Love,

Q
Sex Story 4
By: Max Storyteller
Tags: Nsfw, Romance Story, Lovestory, Sex, Erotica

Sex Story 4

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Bedtime was the best part of the day for eighteen year old Nita Bainbridge. She loved to go upstairs for her nightly shower, then shower and slip on the old and paper thin flannel nightgown that she had put on every night since she had turned fifteen. It had been a birthday present from her stepfather, Lyle Hannover. Nita had spotted the nightgown during a shopping trip and her mother, Althea Hannover, had turned up her nose at the garment and insisted on a frilly, girly teddy that Nita had not been comfortable with. Lyle had noticed how much she liked the nightgown and bought it for her later.

In the last six months Nita had started wearing the flannel gown with nothing underneath it, the soft fabric felt good against her skin, and especially on her nipples. There were places in the fabric that were so thin that she could see right through it-and that was the biggest reason that she wore it so often now. Her crush on Lyle had begun to develop years before, but in recent months she had been aware that her mother’s treatment of Lyle was not that of a loving wife at all. The two seemed to exist in separate worlds, simply tolerating each other. Just a few months ago, Althea had moved all her belongings into the guest bedroom. There had been no arguments, no fussing. Nita had just come home one day and it had been already been done.

The buttons on her gown enclosed an opening that extended down below her breasts, and Nita rarely bothered to fasten any of them. After she noticed Lyle watching the gap as she moved, she stopped bothering with them at all. It wasn’t long before Althea began to become involved in so many community groups and clubs that she was rarely home at all.

“Where’s mom?” Nita asked one Friday afternoon towards the end of school. Lyle was sitting on his upholstered chair reading the newspaper.

“Some Garden Club function in Atlanta,” he said absently, not even looking up.

“Dad, aren’t you worried about mom cheating on you?”

Lyle did look up this time, surprise on his handsome face. Then he laughed and shook his head. “Trust me baby, the very last thing I worry about is your mother cheating on me. I doubt if she even remembers what sex is.” He went back to reading the paper.

“Daddy, don’t you and mom ‘do it’ anymore?” Nita felt something stir deep in her belly. She had never talked with Lyle about sex, and had never even hinted about her crush on him.

“I don’t know if it’s even appropriate for me to discuss this with you honey-“

“Why not?” Nita asked breathlessly, “I’m over eighteen, and I’m pretty sure I’ve heard worse in the locker room at gym class.” She gave him her most adoring smile and sat on the ottoman, just inches from his muscular legs. “If you tell me about it, I’ll tell you some of my stories,” she batted her eyes at him, hoping that the promise of trading her secrets for his would prove too much for him to resist.

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Roopa’s Love Letter
By: Bs Murthy
Tags: Lovestory, Love Letters, Romance, Love, Fiction

‘I read your letter a hundred times,’ he said as he pulled it from his pocket, ‘for its romantic quality.’

‘Thanks for your compliment,’ she sank into him coyly, ‘for my maiden effort.’

‘Why don’t you read it for me?’ he gave her the letter.

‘Why do you want to embarrass me?’ she said gazing at it lovingly.

‘Why not try,’ he coaxed her. ‘Having seen your love in the print of your hand, now I want to savor it in the tenor of your tone.’

She smiled with satisfaction, but read with inhibition.

“Raja dear,

Believe me, for more than an hour now, I’ve been toying with my pen to picture the feelings of my heart so that you could feel them in my missive. Well, had you been around, by now we would have made love twice over. Oh, is there any human expression other than lovemaking that is so full in its intent and content!

I wonder why I feel so diffident to find words to express that by which I breathe my life. Oh, is it not our love that helps me live. Perhaps, a woman prefers to preserve her love in the recess of her heart, as if its exposure, even to her lover, deprives it of its pristine purity. As you know, I didn’t have any inhibitions turning nude that night, before your very eyes, that too on my own. Thus, isn’t it strange that I should struggle now to bare my heart, in spite of your command! It looks like the emotions of my love are closer to my heart than the feelings of my frame. If not, how could have I steered clear of all those temptations for the appointment with our fulfillment? Oh what a destiny!

Why, I’m annoyed with you still, for having insisted on my penning down my inner feelings, although I made you privy to every nuance of my emotion. Oh, had I not conveyed my craving for you through my body, every time it was entwined with yours! But, as you know, I only live to fulfill every whim and fancy of yours.

All the same, I can feel your desire to behold our love in my hand, having seen it through my eyes. But be certain that whichever way you look at it, you will still find me fulfilled. If I could make you feel likewise, I would have a purpose to live, and a cause to die for. Don’t you pull faces (she paused to see his face and found it aglow) I know what our love means to you too.

Oh, thanks to our union, I have a revelation. As I find it hard to relive the sexual ecstasy I’ve experienced with you, the sensual pleasure of your touch has come to stay in my consciousness. It is as though the softness of your skin has seeped into my flesh.

I wait — to meet and mate.

Yours ever, by heart and soul,

Roopa Rao.”

An excerpt from the author’s Benign Flame: Saga of Love https://www.wattpad.com/story/174462304-benign-flame-saga-of-love
stumbling to never catch up
Tags: Poetry, Love, Lovestory, Poem

I saw my love through the windows of a coffee shop

I didn’t go in because he was with her and their energy was dancing to a melody that only the deepest souls can hear.

I didn’t go in because when they I saw them they were fused from their lips through the caverns of their hearts.

I didn’t go in because I was already inside, I was inside the coffee shop and I had to watch him float past the coffee shop, underneath the glow of the streetlight with her trailing behind, trying to keep up with his double-time stride that was a result of the traces of love from his head to his feet. When he loved, it was with his whole being.

I had to watch her face disappear into the dark, but her body fall under the yellow glow waiting for his next touch

I had to watch him and her glued at the hand, no matter how much she stumbled trying to keep up. He warmed her hands with his breath when they would stop to watch the traffic whiz by. The traffic worked like the electricity running through their veins; travelling like time doesn’t exist and not knowing where the next turn would be.

I knew he would bring her to her door and they would kiss, not that they hadn’t before, this kiss was different. She would kiss him and suddenly she could breathe warm air made effortlessly by the stars, and it would find it’s way through her entire body; the kiss would warm the back of her eyelids and the bottoms of her feet.

I knew he would touch her and smile. Without saying it, they would both know it’s new, it’s unlike anything you can touch, see, or dream; its beyond what you can imagine love is.

I met my love through the windows of a coffee shop. I stopped under the street lamp and we locked eyes through foggy panes.

I went in because I knew if I didn’t touch his skin with my own fingertips that he couldn’t be real.

I knew I used to stumble behind on the sidewalk with frozen fingertips begging to slow down.

I knew I saw him him peek in the window and heard him remind me of the booth he was sitting in when we fell in love.

I knew it used to be me glued to the concrete on the step of my tiny apartment, feeling like I was spinning a million times and falling into a haze of a certain type of love.

I knew eventually he found himself at the street lamp forgetting to glance up to see the booth where he sat the day we met.

I could walk at his side with ease and his stride slowed by the second because when he fell out of love he fell with his whole being . Our kisses became harsh; like spikes on the road made for ruining the trajectory of a fast machine.

I saw my love through the windows of a coffee shop and she stumbles forever behind him, and I hope she never catches up because in my opinion the worst part about losing your love is when you can walk just as fast.
SIGNS OF LOVE FROM HIM, EVEN HE DOESN’T SAY IT
Tags: Lovestory, Love Letters, Relationships, Signs Of Love, Love Life

Being in love with someone is one of the most confusing as well as surprising feelings ever, not only for women but also for men. It is one of the most difficult things to express without trying to scare the person away. So people, mainly men, mostly avoid having direct conversations about their feelings, particularly about love. So, you have to pick up the signs of love.

You must have heard that “Actions speak louder than words”. Instead of having direct conversations he mostly tries to express themselves through their small everyday gestures or body language.

We have brought up some of the surest signs of love to help to realize that your man is in love with you, even if he is too shy to say it.

1. Remembers small details:

When a man starts falling in love, the first sign is that he starts noticing you closely, observing you and remembering small details about you, and then forming inferences from those observations.

It could start with taking notice of what type of dress you wear mostly. And what color you like to wear most, what your daily routine is, what you like to have for lunch, dinner, or snack time, how you like your tea or coffee, etc.

These are the minor things for you but for him it’s a disguised attempt to tell you that he cares about you and at times he may mold himself or his routine according to yours just to see that smile on your face.

2. Brags about you:

One of the positive signs that a man is in love with you is that unknowingly he speaks too much about you. He might include you in every conversation he has and brags about you unknowingly, portraying you as a newly won medal.

You might not be aware of this as he expresses his feelings mostly in front of his friends or other people but this is one of the surest signs of love. Strange, but this is what newly found love can do to a man.

3. Compliments you:

When a man loves you, he starts taking notice of your daily things, it is one of the surest signs that the man would compliment you on one or another thing that he might find cute or attractive about you.

The reason behind this is mostly that he doesn’t want to scare you off by overexpressing himself with his emotions.

4. Listens to you:

Men are rarely patient listeners. They avoid getting involved in too many talkative situations normally but they might do this for you.

Listening to you when you are stressed by getting in deep shit talks and giving advice on critical matters. And listening to even your normal random talks just to know you more deeply and clearly. It indicates that he is definitely falling for you by showing these signs of love.

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Temper of Temporary
By: Isha Rathore
Tags: Lovestory, Self, Intimacy, Stories

Okay, so let’s never get to the point here. Being very clear, that we are very blur. If not, at least the story that I am about to start is. If there is not a story at all, then it’s me who is a blur.

Let’s assume it's the world where cyberpunk is the milk and bread of morning. Dystopia has gone behind, and we have come beyond the imagined world of George Orwell.

We are gas masks and suits in cubicles of 2 by 2, I can’t even identify man, woman, animal, robot behind the grey rusted masks.

At this ruthless factory, there is a worker I came across. I cannot identify what’s behind the suit, but every time I encounter (let's call it Amaze) Amaze, I can identify that it is him/her/it/they….

I go and look up in the directory, and what I find is the only fact that we belong to two different worlds with two different paths, not parallel, not intersecting, not even in the same quadrant or dimension.

Amaze’s eyes are a matter of curiosity, and today while sitting next to it, I do not know where the rush has come from. Probably, just a young emotion-driven individual falling in a mess as I am, in a very impossible environment.

Amaze’s smile is a point of annoyance. I am not saying it should be illegal, but it ideally should have been extinct by now. Considering the depth of shallowness that we are living in, nothing can be more fake and dream-catching than that smile.

I have never cared less about who’s my team, This is grouped world with lonely people, but absorbing the fact that it’s impossible, my still-human heart keeps questioning, What if?

What if you look into my eyes too on regular, and see me really?

What if, the curious tension is finding a solution in one conversation burning from both ends?

What if the solution turns out to be a benchmark of innocent intimacy in dystopian crowds?

What if I can just go back to hating you for being a rude robot interviewing my first day here?

What if you just know or what if I could create a machine for you to know or even, feel?

Does my want for this machine makes me a machine too?

Every passing day is a bit tougher with you on the diagonals, only if you could see from those glasses.

What if you stop me in one of the darker lobbies and just ask, “Isha, What if…?”
If you are stressed, what should you do?
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When you are depressed you need the ability to regain strength.

In research, it was found that people who get proper rest and sleep are more active than people who don't.

Even successful people like Bill Gates meditate regularly to improve their focus to work better.

Where does stress come from? Do you know why you're depressed? When you try to achieve something and something goes wrong, it can cause stress. Isn't it? It means you have to try to achieve something and that doesn't happen. And in that case, when the stress - what do you have to do?

The answer is simple and effective. There are certain steps you must follow to regain strength and get out of stress with energy and energy.

Take a rest:

In my life, I heard the situation from time to time. In many cases, the reason is that I exceeded, where things seem to be OK but remains terribly wrong. For example, you might think that by working more, to do things as soon as possible. You hurry and rested when done. But, ultimately, you will suffer great pressure and health.

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Of Unfinished Stories And Not So Happy Endings
By: Stela Panesa
Tags: Lovestory, Love Yourself, Heartbreak

It’d be stupid not to write about you now — now when I’ve made sense of all that has happened to me over the years. It’d be careless, you were there after all. As a matter of fact, you played quite an important part in helping me become who I am today.

Our story is one of those stories that make people shake their heads. A story that elicits dos and don’ts of falling in love. But nonetheless, I fearlessly share it with those close with me. As embarrassing as it is to admit that once upon a time I chased a boy who didn’t care for a good three years, I did. And well, fortunately for me, it lead me to lessons I needed — learnings that I now keep close to my heart.

You were that unfinished story I refused to write. You were that chapter I never dared to finish, afraid that I might not like the ending. Deep down, I knew I had to close whatever it is that we had. I knew that I’ll have to do so someday and that day did come.

Surprisingly, I was satisfied. I was happy with the paths we both decided to take. After hearing that you’re finally happy with someone else, I found myself relieved. The questions have been answered, I was never that girl for you.

I think deep down, I wanted to be there for when you finally felt okay. Maybe I dreamed of being the girl that changes you, of being that support you needed — or maybe I really just cared. Maybe I really did love you and maybe I wanted you to see yourself in my eyes, ever-loving and wonderful.

But maybe that was never the role I was supposed to play in your life — and that’s okay. I’m more than happy to see you okay. I’m glad that finally, you’ve found someone you want to take care of — someone you want to devote yourself to.

As for me, I’ve found my person too. I’ve finally found someone who gives me the same love I once gave to you. It’s been a while since I last experienced something like this, I really am happy.

I’m glad we had that conversation. I’m glad you spoke highly of her. I’m glad you’ve apologized for everything.

Frankly speaking, I think I’ll always have a place for you in my heart. Regardless of who I love or who I’m with, you will always be the boy who taught me how to love myself.

And I will always love you for that. I’m happy for you, I really am. I hope you marry her someday. I hope you’ll give the same amount of love I gave you back then.
In love with him
By: Amy Benson
Tags: Love, I Love Him, Lovestory, Love Letters, Love And Sex

One of the most wonderful things about women is how naturally caring they are.Look at you. You’re always there for your guy. You look after him. You always make time for him. You’d do anything for him.You never realize that, in the process…You’re actually taking something away from him. You’re taking away his purpose.You see, he wants to be your hero. He doesn’t want you to be his hero.

He doesn’t want you to be his hero.

Men love heroes. Look at how many grown men are still fascinated by Marvel comics and superhero movies.

Every man on Earth, from the time he was a boy, dreamed of growing up to be the kind of hero who would save the world — and get the girl at the same time.

Most men don’t get to indulge their world-saving side in their 9–5 jobs.

Circumstances don’t call for them to rip off their corporate ties and spring into action, revealing their superman side. Maybe they can’t save the world. But they can still get the girl.

Getting the girl is a worthy challenge for an ordinary guy with the heart of a superhero. It takes superhuman confidence. Superhuman charm. Superhuman immunity to pain. Now, all he needs to find is…

A girl who needs a hero. Do You Need a Hero? Let me guess… That’s not you.

You’re strong. You’re independent. You can fix a leaky faucet. You can drive a stick shift. You can take care of yourself. You’re never going to make that Jerry Maguire mistake of looking for a man to complete you.

Instead, you have a lot to offer a man. You’re generous. Kind. Loving. Giving to a fault. All you want is to find a man who’s willing to receive all you have to give.

And that’s why heroes aren’t showing up in your life. That’s why you’ve ended up with so many takers instead. Guys who take everything you have and leave you high and dry. If you want a hero, then you need to advertise for one. Here’s how. Just CLICK HERE
Is Prince Charming really exists?
By: Shweta Mishra
Tags: Feminism, Lovestory, Life, Dreams And Visions, Strong Women

You won’t find a yes or no answer in this blog but instead, you will find a unique perspective of looking at things.

We all wait for our prince charming or expect a fairy tale love story. We dream of perfect love just like how it shows in tv series or in social media. But the ugly truth is reality is very different than a reel or from our imagination. Social media never shows you the truth, real life is full of imperfections and the curve of life is not exponential there are a lot of spikes present in the curve sometimes our life go up and sometimes down.

Someday you will meet someone and think yeah I finally found one, I found the person my heart always desired. We forgot our own identity in the love of another person. And why not after all we start feeling special with that person and we think that he is the only one who will support you and rescue you from all difficult situations in life.

But sometimes life doesn’t work as we expect and we give up on ourselves. Some people do find one but not everyone is that lucky.

The main point here is why to wait for that prince charming, why to think that only love can make you feel loved. We have plenty of love and care inside and why spend all on another person invest it in yourself. Everyone leaves at some point only we will be with ourselves so don’t waste your love on anyone else instead work hard and focus on your goals.

Being independent is the necessity of life now as we really can’t predict people.

If you are also lucky you may find one in the process of working on your dreams and If not then also no problem you have you.

Don’t wait for a hero to appear in your life instead be one

Thanks for reading it :)
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Never Going Back Again
By: Nicky Gott
Tags: Life Lessons, Lovestory, Love Letters, Breakups, Fleetwood Mac

I’ve been listening to Fleetwood Mac lately, thinking about not thinking of you. I know, I know. It’s silly of me even to bring it up, but hon, it’s Fleetwood Mac. Can you blame me?

We used to karaoke to the entire Rumours album in the car while talking about all the things we would do one day. You were going to be a professional photographer, and I was going to pursue a degree in Not Caring. But — you went your own way, and I saw my reflection in snow-covered hills.

So, yea.

I’ve been making excuses not to call.

I have been writing you mental notes telling you about things that you don’t know. Things that may be interesting or just plain boring. I’ve undug our inside jokes and laughed at our old videos. Reread your emails and even cried when I heard your name the other day.

I’ve memorized non-existent scenarios where I am the lead actress and not the messy- 27 -year -old-extra, standing on the side of the road waiting for you to acknowledge me.

I have done a lot of growing up in the past few years. Learned about self-love and all that. I took self-defense classes and even started talking to a therapist again. I finally realized that I am loved, and I deserve all the wonderful things life has to offer. And maybe, it’s good that you went your own way because maybe you weren’t part of the “wonderful things life has to offer” deal. I’ve written many undelivered love letters where I forget to name her. I’ve made up speeches where I confront you, and I tell you how it felt to say goodbye.

Maybe you’ll hear them someday.

If I could summarize this entire thing in a track, I’d tell you to listen to Never Going Back Again. But — as I end this post, I have major Songbird vibes.

So, bye.
Very well written!
By: Brian Scott
Tags: Lovestory, BDSM, Breakups, Black Women, Marriage

Very well written! It inspired me to write a piece as well on unconditional love that I’d like to share.

I could’ve loved you unconditionally if you told the whole story. I could’ve loved. you unconditionally, if you were there for me like I was for you. I could’ve loved you unconditionally if you didn’t repeatedly say and believe, I think you’re holding me back after 28 years of marriage,even as I lay in our bed immediately after surviving a near death experience. I could’ve loved you unconditionally if you didn’t beat my already battered and concussed brain with your uncontrolled but controllable anger when I had another near death experience two years later. I could’ve loved you unconditionally if you showed loyalty and friendship over gossipships. I could’ve loved you unconditionally if you ever listened to me instead of going around the barn to find a truth that fit your narrative. I could’ve loved you unconditionally you if the truth, your truth, included those truths, as you talk about your truth. But that doesn’t fit the narrative despite hours, weeks, months, years of arguments about these inconvenient truths that don’t fit the narrative of a life in 10 minutes. They get whitewashed for a narrative that goes down easier. They serve a more palatable flavor to impress well meaning friends. I get it. I get you. It makes you uncomfortable to acknowledge those truths. Those truths are unconditionally uncomfortable mirrors. Unconditional love is an honesty few truly grasp. For many it’s just two beautiful words meshed together, full of promise often signifying very little. It’s more than an ability to put words together in a 10 minute story. It’s an honesty combined with introspection and reflection. But truthfully, who ever said unconditional love meant forever love. And that’s the truth. And we’re both going to be okay (smile at the inside joke). I wish you well. Unconditionally.
Heart and Love | Airofeast
By: Tuli Das
Tags: Heart And Love, Heart, Lovestory, Love, Doctors

His chances of survival were good, but…

Dr. Aditi was unable to sleep that night, from morning she was feeling as if she needed to know something.

Dr. Aditi received a call, she rushed to save her patient, a doctor by profession, Aditi is a 60-year-old lady.

She needs to save this 25-year-old Arnav, a soldier in Indian Army, he has got a bullet hit into his heart.

Dr.Aditi started rushing towards the hospital in her car, it was raining heavily.

She was driving the car furiously, and her heart was skipping the beats. The windscreen wiper was swiping water on her car’s screen rapidly.

‘Don’t go, please don’t go Arnav.’

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She was profusely sweating, and removing hair locks from her face which were falling on her cheeks as she was moving them behind her left ear with her fingers.

Water logged in the entire area, and she started slowing down, as her memories shuffled forty years back.

Dr. Aditi had just joined the Army Hospital. And she was asked to closely work with Dr. Akhil, who was a heart specialist. Akhil was a very jovial doctor. He never let Aditi feel, that she was a junior to him.

Dr. Akhil, being a heart specialist, always said- ‘Keep your heart big, and you can gift it to someone, someday.’…

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Darling
By: Emmanuel Okoro
Tags: Friendship, Lovestory, Girls, Love, Fiction

Their gazes collided as contents of Ngozi’s wardrobe scattered on the floor.

“I love you,” Amanda said, smiling. She always smiled.

**

They had met — Ngozi and Amanda — during one of Ngozi’s many trips to the mall, and they clicked almost immediately. Days later, Amanda would follow Ngozi home to meet her parents, and when Ngozi had introduced her as a friend, they seem to like her as well.

Amanda seemed impressed with Ngozi’s makeup kits, and the clipped images of Mo’Hits Crew and P-Square stamped squarely on her bedroom wall — it was in the way she always smiled whenever Ngozi showed her things she bought.

On some days, they would play dress up, painting their faces, and littering the floor with pieces of clothing, and on other days, they would take long baths in the tub. They got along pretty well.

Amanda exuded this unnatural calmness that Ngozi was fond of. She always there to listen to Ngozi’s rants, and she would calm her nerves with the golden words.

‘I love you.’

Maybe that was prompted Ngozi to begin to envision a future with her. Amanda was a very beautiful girl — the envy of Ngozi’s other friends who wanted desperately to be her BFF. They were inseparable.

But Amanda never saw that future Ngozi yearned for. The vacant stares on her eyes held somewhat disapproval, her body always stiff in response to Ngozi’s subtle touches.

‘I love you’ Amanda said, amidst smiles, and that was it. Love for their friendship. Nothing more. Ngozi was pained deeply — unrequited love — stricken by the realization that Amanda never nestled the feelings she had for her.

They were stuck being friends, bound to move no further.

It was fated to be that way.

***

Ngozi held her gently, a chuckle escaping her lips.

“Amanda! It’s been what? Seventeen years?!”

“I love you,” Amanda drawls in a monotone, still smiling. Ngozi turned her over and yanked the battery out of her back.

Grinning, she placed Amanda — her childhood doll — into her wardrobe, and slid it shut.
Love stor
By: Life Live Maja
Tags: Lovestory

TRAIN

This post is dedicated to my husband. The best man in the world, a man with a big heart. It was love at first sight. It was love at the hundredth sight and the thousandth sight too. True love is falling in love with the same person over and over again.

We met twenty-four years ago. Quite by accident and unplanned, we met at the train station. I had never seen him before in the city where I live. At that moment I was a student of law and I traveled to the city where I studied. He was standing not far from me and watching me, which was not very pleasant for me. I waited impatiently for the train to arrive and escape, hoping he would not follow me. Happy that I managed to escape, I sat in an almost empty wagon. Suddenly he appeared at the door of the wagon and asked me to sit right next to me, even though all the other seats were free. At that moment, magic happened but I persistently resisted participating in the conversation with him. I tried to be arrogant and unpleasant, even though as a person I am completely different. We soon arrived and the train was approaching the place where we were supposed to leave. Despite my resistance, I impatiently waited for him to ask for my phone call, but I still seemed uninterested. We both waited for the same, asking for the phone number? At the last minute, he asked for my phone number. In my wallet, I tried to look for a piece of paper to write on and inadvertently found a piece of paper with a cake recipe written on it. I wrote a number that I don’t use often. I must mention that mobile phones were not used at that time.

DATING

After I got back I told everyone about my meeting and waited for the phone call. After a few days, the phone rang and on that address, I have been in passing. And I turned down a dating invitation, and I turned down the next two. But after some time, when he decided to call me one last time, I accepted. After many years, I founded that this would be his last call.

He was persistent because of a piece of paper on which the recipe for the cake is written. Of course this one of the jokes of my husband !!!

CONFESSION OF LOVE

He loves me for who I am, although I don’t know how to make cakes, and never tried to change me. This motivated me to work on myself to bring out the best in me.
Day 1
Tags: Lovestory, Real Life, Romance, Relationships, Love

I was in my last year of high school I remember prom was approaching. Everyone was either deciding what they wanted to wear, who they were going with or who they would ask to prom. It was dramatic & half the school engaged in this ridiculous ”prom proposals”. I could of cared less…I think I told myself I didn’t but behind closed doors I did.

Anyway, at the time my best friend & I were both single, so we decided to make a pacted. We promise to go together.. Be eachother’s date. Women empowerment right? .. But part of me wanted to really find someone to go with — I think we both did. I didn’t want to let her down as much as she didn’t want to let me down. I was curious…I craved the romance in the movies. Reality check NOTHING is like the movies except the heart break!

A few months before prom a friend convinced me to make a profile on this dating app. I had just turned 18 I wasn’t sure what to expect. I browsed..none of these men seemed like my type. After all I was still in high school.. I don’t think my type even existed..

But then there he was..

His beautiful chestnut eyes, long hair, tall etc. The list goes on. We talked nonstop all day & all night. He was funny, sweet he complimented me in many ways than one. The next day at school we texted all throughout the day my best friend could sense the disconnection. My eyes literally glued to my phone every chance I got. She finally asked & I was dying to tell..I had met someone! Someone I was actually interested in. Her face was filled with shock & disappointment almost like ”how could you” ”you promised!” but her respond was didn’t match the look she had in her eyes.

She wasn’t too thrilled. I think she was worried to she’d go alone to prom. I had already promised & the kinda friend I was/still am I would never go back on my word I ride till the wheels fall off.

Let’s get back to him.. Let’s call him chestnut. Chestnut was older than me by 4 years. I liked the thought of an older man. Maybe he could teach me something. We met a few times In person the chemistry was amazing. I was blinded so blinded I don’t think I could see his flaws or cared to see them anyway. Chestnut was my first love I had never been in love before him.. I mean I had petty interactions but I never actually felt the feeling of love. He was patient and understanding. My mom was semi strict so I still had curfews at 18 (he never complained about it) & I was different than what he was use to but that didn’t bother him. Chestnut was the bad boy..but he also had the sweetiest heart. He also put my feelings first..

Until one day things changed..
This is 2019’s Cindrella story😉
By: Priyanka Arora
Tags: Cinderella, Modern Love, Lovestory, Short Love Story, Short Story

Sneha, 28 years old , Senior Software Developer at Amazon, Banglore. Sneha works in Banglore, and her family lives in Delhi. She has an elder brother too working as an engineer in Pune. Sneha is happy go lucky girl. She loves her friends. Going out with friends , dressing up, meeting up old friends. Sneha works 10+ hours in weekdays and on weekends write poems and go out with her friends. Sneha is Single. She has never been in a serious relationship. Sneha’s most friend are married. Everyone wants Sneha to get married, but she is waiting for the RIGHT one! When asked, what she’s been looking for she always had one reply ” Just a real person. Who accepts me the way I am. And I enjoy his company!“.

On 23rd November, Sneha visits Delhi to attend her cousin brother’s marriage. There she met with Gaurav, his cousin’s bestfriend. Gaurav is 27 years old, Marketing executive at a firm in Delhi. Both Sneha and Gaurav were attracted towards each other. And Gaurav ended up asking Sneha’s number. Both, agreed to go on a date following weekend. The date was okayish as both were pretty different and had entire different interests.

On Sunday, Sneha returned to Banglore. Both kept in touch a little bit. 2 months later Gaurav visited Sneha in Banglore. They spent time together and for the first time, felt at ease. 3months later they both decided to get married!

One month after the marriage, they invited friends over. Sneha’s friend Riya asked”Aree tell me na, how come you liked Gaurav! Nobody could fit in your cutoff list, tell na Sne!“. To which Sneha told shyly “When Gaurav visited me, while returning back I took him to the airport in my car. And he not even for one second shied about me driving and he siting next to me”. Riya” And….?that’s it , that he let you drive?”. Sneha“No, ….yeah..see there has been those tiny moments. I remember we were browsing something on facebook on my phone, and there were some messages I didn’t want him to see. He saw the messages briefly but never asked my about them. And respected my privacy! And also, he never judged me for being a mess! I come late from work and my kitchen and cupboards both are pretty messed up🙈 . He used to very sweetly help clean the mess, and never gave those looks. I don’t know its too hard to explain!”

THE END……..

OOps were you expecting something different? Guys its just simple. But did you get the answer? ………Answer is actually in treating equally to themselves! Girls want nothing more than being respected and treated equally! That’s it.🙌
Love in Crazy Times
By: Amit Kumar Gupta
Tags: Lovestory, Liberalization, Relationship Advice, Indian

The protagonist Amit is a daring middle class guy who chases both love and dream of starting his own business. The story, narrated in the first person by Amit, is set in Delhi from the period of 2005 to 2011. The story follows life of Amit, a small town boy armed with optimism and confidence, who comes to Delhi in search of a job. The story also narrates personal and professional struggles of his friends Suraj and Shantanu, who came to Delhi from Lucknow and Kolkata respectively.

He is faced with the hypocritical Indian society and the corrupt business class on his path. His victory is not easy and comes after a long trail of personal and professional setbacks.The story also shows how India, after the economic liberalization, is offering immense opportunities as well as challenges to young people. Its also about the cultural gap between a small town and a metro, and how parents find it difficult to adjust in a fast changing nation.

Relying solely on central protagonist’s over reactions, the book is slow and does not achieve anything in terms of plot. Even if you ignore numerous grammatical and spelling mistakes, the confusing timelines and progression of the narrative will leave you dumbfounded. Amit turns out to be a whiner, and even though there are deliberate attempts to show him as a loser in order to illustrate his inner conflict, it comes off as contrived and superficial. There are too many incidents sprinkled through the narrative which have no connection with the main story line neither they contribute to any of the characters. In the end, they just add to the length of the book.

It is a book in which the lead character tries hard to do something of his life. There are good chances you will not feel the same about your life after reading the book. Even though it is only 150 odd pages long, it will seriously test your patience. Read at your own risk.
STILL HOLDING ON 3
By: Anjie C. Nkweti
Tags: Cameroonian Writer, Short Fiction, Lovestory

I was fuming. It was my fault for holding on to hope that one day he would see me more than just Ika, the best friend; suddenly, my empty two bedroom apartment felt too large. Here I was at thirty, a marketing director for a thriving beverage company in Douala, a company car and a great salary. To the society, I was living the dream. I was ready to exchange all of that for Mathew. Ika, you have to get out of this house, so I speed dialed my get out partner.

“Hey Ika”.

“I’m sad Elmo and I need to get out of the house”. I loved how I could make him jump at my whims.

“oh ok, I’m actually at Zik’s place, you know him right?. I’ll text you the directions”

“Awesome!” I wasn’t used to Zik but I just needed to get out.

When I walked into Zik’s house, I wanted to walk back out. Elmo forgot to mention that it was a born house. I could hear my eggs berating me for wasting them.

“Ika, are you okay?” Elmo asked. I had frozen at the door. I nodded. Inside, i saw Zik chatting with his wife Sally. I envied her. Twenty four years old and she was living my mother’s dreams. Staring at the newborn was like a hypnotizing drug. I felt light headed, then i started seeing my own baby and soon every guy looked like a potential husband. Ika you’re wasting

Elmo and I got back at about 11; 45pm. He was the kind of gentleman who had an unspoken rule about not entering a lady’s house after a certain hour; who waited for you to lock your door and then texted or called to say good night. His future wife was lucky.

I had changed to my night gown when I heard a knock at the door. Had Elmo forgotten something? I didn’t have a peep hole so I just opened. Before the door was fully opened, Mathew was standing in my living room in shorts and a t-shirt. Dull red eyes as if he had not slept in days, Sweat plastered the t-shirt to his body and his chest rose and felt as he tried to catch his breath and he was bare feet!.

“Mathew! what the heck?”

“I had an argument with Dione”

“How does that concern me?”

“It was about you”

“How did I enter your marriage matter?”

“She heard me talking to you earlier”

“Mathew, that’s your business, please get out!”

I held the door opened. He grabbed my arm and spun me around. In a split second, our noses were inches apart. I was already in my translucent blue night wear and feeling very vulnerable beneath. In that second, the lines between wrong and right became blurred.

Forbin Audrey Rita M. Ebune Glory Mafor Edna Emade Mbidimbom ~Edna