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Mark and Tamara
By: Hilah Johnson
Tags: Lovestory, Short Story, Short Fiction, Love Letters

Tamara crossed her legs, then uncrossed her legs, then crossed them again and tapped her foot impatiently, regretting that she was wearing sneakers. Sneakers don’t make a very satisfying noise on a tile floor.

But Mark had insisted on the 5:30 appointment time, which meant she hadn’t had time to go home and change from her work clothes and so she sat in her rumpled scrubs and eight-hour mascara and dirty Keds in the new therapist’s waiting room, alone, because of course Mark would be late.

And Tamara would be early. Even when she tried hard not to be early — to be fashionably late, even — she failed. Her father was obsessively early everywhere he went and she’d learned it from him. You never knew what traffic was going to be like, and better safe than sorry, and what if you saw a stray dog on the side of the road? You’d want to be sure you had plenty of time to pick it up and take it to the shelter, wouldn’t you?

Mark was kind of like that imaginary stray dog her dad always made time for but never found. Scruffy and cute, playful and charming, but unlike a dog, Mark was not loyal. When it came to loyalty, in fact, he was more like a feral cat. Prowling from house to house, eating whenever and wherever he could, then slinking home with a bloodied ear, purring for a Band-Aid.

She always gave him the Band-Aid. Even after he told her he was getting his own apartment, and moved out with the TV that she’d paid for, she continued to take his late-night phone calls. Drunk, lonely phone calls that began with a list of regrets and ended with a list of rebukes on her hair, her family, her decision to go with the Panasonic over a Sony TV. She listened and nodded and let him talk until he talked himself to sleep and then she’d whisper into his empty ear, “You’re better than this and I can be better, too. You’ll see.”

“Tamara?”

Tamara jumped, startled from her thoughts. The therapist smiled gently.

“Are we waiting for Mark?”

Tamara glanced at her watch: Five-thirty-two.

“If he’s running late, you and I can start without him.”

“No, no,” Tamara said, “Let’s wait. He’ll be here.”
I Miss My Ex...
By: Gabriella Okechukwu
Tags: Lovestory, Love, Relationships, Goals

I Miss My Ex...

As I woke up, I had a huge smile on my face. Damn, I could feel my giddiness from inside. He was Dark and had a face I thought beautiful and he was mine. I giggled to myself and that woke him up. “Hey,” he said. Good morning I said back with a smile.

He had a big smile and it was beautiful. His eyes shone every time he looked me up & down. He would hug me up tightly, I always wondered if it had anything to do with my size. He enjoyed carrying up me against a wall and I would wrap my legs around him, quite frankly I enjoyed it too lol. He was warm, soft-spoken, sometimes clueless, but most of all, he always fed me.

He definitely knew me. And his body, Oh how I...

Lost in my thought, I heard him calling, “Babe, babe, where did you go?” I smiled and shook my head. Then he said, “what’s your plan for today?”

I opened my eyes. Sighing I picked up my phone and it read 5 am. I did it again. When is this going to stop, why do I see him every day in my dreams? It’s been over a year, he’s not thinking about you and he’s not yours anymore Ella. I scolded myself.

Still, in my thoughts, I stood up from the bed, stretched out, and said out loud, Hmm “What’s my plan for today”. I wonder if he’s asking. I smiled slyly.
#1 Love
By: Ebooks Store
Tags: Lovestory, Crime, Romance, Love, Stories

It was easy to fall in love with a Larsson — seriously who could resist any one of those boys? And while each them had taken turns featuring as Maya’s adolescent crush, there was only one of them who had been her best friend.

Alex Larsson.

She’d loved him the most, convinced they’d be friends forever. Which might have happened if Maya’s father hadn’t been a shady criminal with a mistress on the side.

Banished from L.A. meant leaving her old life behind, forgetting those perfect Larsson boys and her best friend. And forget about all of them she did. Well, up until her fancy law degree landed her an awesome job back in the city she’d once called home. And boy was she glad to be home.

Oh, and her old BFF? Not only had Alex Larsson gotten a fancy law degree of his own, but he’d turned into the hottest man she’d ever seen. And what she wanted now couldn’t be further from friendship if she tried.

Did she risk tainting the memory of the purest, most amazing relationship of her life for the “possibility” of more?

Yeah, some things are worth the risk.

And Alex Larsson, was one of them

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C4. The Start of Something New
Tags: Lovestory, Life Lessons, Start Over, Love

I’ve been getting to know this person as of late. He makes me really happy most of the time. More often than most people are able to. We met towards the end of the winter, when flu season was at its height. We couldn’t meet in person for weeks because he was sick, then I was sick. The first thing I knew for sure about him was the fact that he killed my impatience. I mean, I was incredibly impatient to begin with, but he never let me pressure him into speeding things up to a rate at which we shouldn’t be going. He was cautious; he liked me a lot and didn’t want to rush in. I appreciated this once I started to see its benefits.

We’ve been talking for a little over two months now. Our relationship is blossoming with the spring, which means my mental state is in a place that feels constantly uplifted. I wake up earlier to start my day. I’m thinking deeply about my future. I’m taking on projects and completing them. I’m realizing that I’m ready for a shift, for a great move. And oddly enough, even though we’ve only known each other for 2 months, I want to take a jump with him. I want to start my life with someone, and he makes it all feel so easy. We disagree on a lot of things, but nothing having to do with the future we want to have together, or separate.

I’ve been thinking about moving to Paris. I’ve been thinking about moving to the west coast. Maybe Portland. I’ve been thinking about opening a vintage shop with him. Where I can work as a software developer while still running the place. I’ve been thinking about a lot of things, and every option for our future seems so deeply appealing.
This morning…
By: Ak Owusu-Nyantakyi
Tags: Lovestory, Love Letters, Creativity, Loss

Everything reminds me of you. From the Lover’s Rock playing on the radio on my way to work… I actually don’t even like Lover’s Rock. Maybe it was the Busy Signal rendition of “One More Night” He always reminds me of you…

…To my google photo reminder of you unbraiding my hair.

I wish I could send this to you. I wish I could text you without feeling sensible about the past.

I wish there was no before.

Just now.

Just this moment before I walk into my first meeting of the day.

So that I can say “hey, remember this song?”.

If I could do just that without everything else, of you and of me.

Filling the throbbing vacuum in between.

Maybe I could go about my day

With this…

Or rather..

That

A moment tucked away in my heart.

Because I know you would respond with your own moment

Sweetly mingled with mine.

You would not say one thing, you would say two more things

With a laughing emoji with two hearts.

You would say, “Yah man! Errting irey with Busy Signal”

In that dumb Jamaican accent you think you have.

But you would also say “Reminds me of when we first met…”

And I would smile like a girl with no sense.

I’d walk into this dreadful meeting with your warmth around me.

But I can’t text you

I can’t call you.

Nothing will ever simple again.

Not with you.

Everything will be based on pride, necessary reminders and principles.

Yes, I am too proud to grovel at your feet ever again

Yes, I remember everything. I can’t forget even if i tried

Yes, I will never let you hurt me the way you did again.

I don’t want you

I don’t want to see you

I don’t want to text you on the phone

I don’t wan’t to send you photos of us happy once in a while

But this morning…

This morning, I wanted to say “hey.. remember this song?”

With the hope that you would text back.
A Girl with Innocent Emotions
By: Samia Akhtar
Tags: Emotions Taking Me Over, One Sided Love, Love Story

A Girl with Innocent Emotions

Episode 3

Emma was head over heels in his love. She had become a day dreamer. She used to thought about him. She was doing his school studies. But her relationship had affected her studies. She did not pay attention during class lectures. She was experiencing a beautiful and mesmerizing feeling of love. A love which was totally one sideed.

On the other hand, Emray felt nothing about him. He was confused about his feelings. She started talking to Emma’s friend Selen. Selen was very easy going girl. She dated more than one boys. She started chit chatting with Emray.

Once during a conversation between Emma and Emray, he told her that Selen is very pretty. Emma felt jealous of this talk. Suddenly Emray realized he should not mention him in his talk. So he changed the topic.

Emmray and Emma were very close to each other. They could talk about on each and every topic. They have been very close to each other without defining their relationship.

Emmray used to call her sweet heart, darling on text and call. They chatted late night. Those were the best feelings for Emma she ever felt.

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Girls with innocent emotions Episode 2

https://medium.com/@samiaakhtar_72909/a-girl-with-innocent-emotions-c8ee443b1b11

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Thanks for the ex, I learn a lot from a relationship
Tags: Lovestory, Love, Love Yourself

Go strange forward to the ideal relationship, it's rare, I mean very rare not up to 10 but when you move on, the new ones come. The only thing you need to know is a relationship, in general, have a limit of time.

And yes, when you truly love a person, you can't think about anyone else till you totally move on. This feeling is so amazing when you haven't missed them day and night anymore and no need to find a way to get your ex back. It's when your heart once again beat harder with the others and you know you will be loved and love again. Trust me, this feeling can't be better especially when you escaped from a toxic relationship.

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I had read a lot of study since that love and now I am in love again with full of feeling that I know it's love. Loving someone isn't easy and go further with them is a different story so I choose to have fun first. If love has a limit of time, I will do all my best for you till the better come to you and I choose to move on. If you don't bring any toxic issues to this relationship, I promise to stay and never change the way I treat you.

Never blame for anyone come and go, trust in your gut feeling, when it knows the perfect time to move on, you will know. And at the moment you accept yourself, you know someone else will come on your way, take attendance. Take time and enjoy the valuable time with the new ones or someone who truly bring you a love life.
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By: Jubaer Utshob
Tags: Lovestory, Relationships Love Dating, Partners, Relationships, Marriage

Dating is enough even under normal conditions -- add the global pandemic into the mix and it gets even trickier. But while COVID-19 has changed the face of dating as we know it, that doesn't mean that you need to put your relationship ambitions on hold. Whether you're searching for a partner who you want to stroll through the park with (albeit while staying 6 feet apart) or chat for hours with over video chat, an online dating site or mobile dating apps could be the answer. After all, in these times, where better to find deep, meaningful companionship than on the internet?

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Here's an overview of the best dating sites on the market. My recommendations are based primarily on my own experiences using online dating sites as a woman, with some word-of-mouth impressions from friends thrown in for good measure. There are lots of good dating website and app options here, whether you're looking to meet new people, find others with shared interests or finally meet your life partner. So what are you waiting for? Sign up for these top dating sites or apps, start chatting and maximize your chances of meeting your perfect match. We'll update this list periodically.
MY LOVE LETTER TO GOD
Tags: Lovestory, Christianity, Love Letters, Jesus Christ, Help

I remember when the world and my emotions tried to push me to my breaking point and there I found You . I remember how I sought You but didn’t realize all I had to do was open the door because You never failed to knock. I was crashing and there I found You in my sinking water; You instantly became my breath of fresh air and ever since then I’ve never felt so alive .

No one has ever filled me like You do and this only opens a deeper craving for You. I get goosebumps whenever I think of Your presence. in my life and how You never fail to speak to me whenever I am desperate for Your calming voice .

I’m steadily building my identity in You because I know that’s what matters most . My goal is to have the kind of Peace You give irrespective of events in my life .

I’ve postponed writing this for a long time because I was trying to gather the best words to describe You and how I feel. However, waiting for that would equal waiting a lifetime because You are beyond perfect .I hope this encourages everyone reading this .

Never underestimate what God can do in your life ❤️.
He’s someone I truly love the most, but he’s not mine.
By: Be Cool Be Me
Tags: Lovestory, Broken Heart, Crush, Love Letters, Love

I remember I first met him 5 years ago as a respective person I ever met, his well manner, his well educated, and good knowledge, has earned me respect and admiration .We met a couple times in four months only and he had my heart already .

I can say I hardly ever fall for somebody unless I know him clearly or longer time, but for this man I only fall for him after meeting him twice and know he was single. Why did I mention ‘single’ ? Let me tell you the step of me for falling for a person.

Whenever I want to fall for a person, I always do some investigations like how is his background? (Just to know who he really is) what is he like? (Just so I know whether I can get along or not) then last step is whether he has someone or he’s single. And yeah he passed all these three step so I can tell myself, He’s my crush!!!

I knew I fall for him the fifth month I knew him and I noticed that he has everything I want in a man. I feel a lot of thing toward him. I respect, admire, care, love, worried, miss all the positive feelings. I didn’t talk or mention much about his things whenever we met or talk but I noticed everything about him whether what he likes and dislikes. A small detail about him is like a short chapter for me to understand. Later on, We have met more and get to talk more openly and know more about each other. I’m so happy about that.

However, I never feel hope about this and I feel the limitation between us. He didn’t say anything , so neither did I , but I show him how I noticed and care about him while he acted as normal to me. I didn’t feel upset about him, but about myself that I cannot stop myself from that. I hate that the negative things about him have turned into a mistake he should change and I feel sorry about that. I can accept all his negative sides and hope We can work it out in the future.

To me he’s my inspiration and motivation because I have changed myself a lot into more positive even he didn’t say a word, but I want myself to be better and better for him(and my future self)

I know clearly that there’s a special place for him in my heart no matter what.

Am I stupid about this? I will write more about this whenever that feeling attack me. This is the only one way I can reveal it out. Thanks for reading and would love to hear what you think about this.
love at first sight
By: Anil Kumar Padhy
Tags: Lovestory, Love Text, Love At First Sight

love at first sight

I cannot say for certain if there is such a thing as love at first sight, but I do know that the moment I first saw her which made me to believe this concept.

For the first time I fell in love at first sight 😍.

It is 5'o clock in the evening and the weather is so romantic and that was the time when I first saw her.

And in her smile I see something more beautiful than the stars.For the first time I felt like flying in the sky.That feeling was really awesome…

At that moment I felt like

Insatiable is my desire for her

Insane is my love for her,🤎

Limitless are my boundaries for her,🔗

True are my feelings for her,🤩

Wildest are my imaginations for her, 🛡

Intense is my passion for her,

Soul is my offering for her

Commitment is my promise to her.

Then it seemed the same in my mind that I should go to her and say

“Will you be my beautiful princess? I am not your prince charming, but I will do my best to become him for you”💏

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Meeting the love of your life for the first time…
By: Phindintokozo Ntshingila
Tags: Lovestory, Heartbreak, Foolishness, Love Letters, Heartbreakissue

My girlfriend left me,I can’t move on. I thought she would always be here but I abused her emotionally and mentally.

I had a great life before her,I was happy and content with life. I wasn’t working the career I envisioned but it was good. I was 27 the first time we met and she was 20 something (I guess). She was studying to be a nurse,her salary greatly outweighed (still probably does) but that didn’t matter,she was a mess when she met me but that didn’t stress me.

We met at a retail store,she didn’t have a weave or a R100 haircut just a couple of tatooes and a smile that caught my eye a mile away. We exchanged numbers and spoke frequently over social media,our conversations would take hours on end with emojis and smiley faces. This was the perfect match for Cupid but I don’t know why now I feel so stupid. She was Kelly and I her Nelly, little did I know it would end so terribly.

I couldn’t let this angel go and I couldn’t let my player lifestyle go. I had just recently broke up with my ex and she was the rebound so I cheated on her. We moved in together,well it was her apartment anyways. Three months later I invited a girl over our new apartment(her apartment) a couple of hours passed a couple of bangs later I felt like a boss (an alpha male to be exact) Just like a womanizer would feel…
Yoruba Demon with an MSc.
By: Miss To Mrs
Tags: Cheating Spouse, Entanglement, Lovestory, Heartbreak, Yoruba Demons

It was a rude awakening, a horrible one at that. My heart was racing so fast I thought it would leap out of my body, literally. I cannot recall ever developing a fever that quickly. My temperature spiked, shaky hands; boy, I surprised myself. The weight of information I held in my hands — staring me in the face consumed me. Nothing made sense from that moment onward. Not even the idea of trying to coerce sleep for me or slapping life into his snoring face for questioning could get me to move an inch from where I sat, still and gob-smacked.

Yeah! You are damn right: he cheated! No excuse in this world could justify this act, save for he had none.

I was livid 😡, 😤🤬 vibrating. I cannot remember being that upset with anyone or at anything. When the wave of shock was over, disappointment, pain, and the reality of being betrayed stung; it cut deep and hurt so bad.

How did I miss this? What was I doing all this while 14 months and I could not recognise the smell of fornication on this dude? 🤦‍♀️ Who did this to me? For once, I decided to look the other way and trusted for a minute and voila, this!!

The most annoying thing is how I found out. I had been away for 2-weeks and wanted to do some catching up. So I checked through his phone gallery to look at photos he took while I was away. I saw one that caught my attention, one he had taken several weeks before at a meeting with some friends. He only ‘forgot’ to mention that his ‘exes’ were at the meeting too. So I went through his chat with me to confirm if it was the same meeting he told me about or another and if he had mentioned it. No, he did not. He intentionally skipped that details.

I searched further, curious to know why he didn’t mention it; if all was well. Then I found it, his cheat receipts, messages, pictures, voice notes, all sorts. Commitments and declarations he made to her. They all sounded deeper and more passionate than those he professed to me. They had SEX four days to my birthday (and it was not their first). That crowned it all up. I was weak.

You guessed right. It was one of his exes. The unmarried one of the two he hung out with on that day. The one he told me had become his friend after their ‘situation ship’ ended. The one who I was cool with whenever he was on the phone chatting away with her, hanging out or spending his birthday evening with her. Yes, that same one.

What did I do to get this kind of treatment from a man I gave my all and held nothing back? A man I had gone under and beyond for? A man I had risked it all for? This was 6 months before our wedding. Gosh!😞😥

Yes, there were red flags. I only thought we could work on it, that he would get better. I was wrong. Entirely wrong the whole time.

The story doesn’t end here. I have more.

I’m not a professional writer. I’m just here to vent.

#Anuncommonhomosapien
How I Found Real Love on The RealReal
By: Samantha Southard
Tags: Lovestory, Sustainable Fashion, Second Hand, Designer, Gucci

It was love at first sight. No, no, not the kind of love at first sight that my friends laugh at me for when I tell them that it was Parent’s Weekend 2018 when I saw one of those dreadful ‘J name’ boys standing in the corner at Sig Nu staring back. This was real love. A love that was going to be with me through every season, one that could get with my friends, take care of my baggage, cling to me everywhere I go, and one that I would definitely shed tears for if I was without. The name of my lover? Gucci Jackie O Hobo bag.

Jackie pursued me. She followed me around Safari for weeks even sending my phone messages asking if I forgot about her. I played hard to get but was glad to see that the love was mutual. We met at The RealReal. She was wearing this jet black ensemble composed of the Gucci monogram, accessorized perfectly in timeless gold, and angled her body in a way that showed off her best assets. She knew what she was doing. And just like a mail-order bride, I bought her a one-way ticket to Los Angeles and asked her to live with me.

A week later, I traded J-bae for Jackie. Her dad, The RealReal, flew her down the aisle and I’ll never forget the moment when I slipped off her white dust cover to reveal those leather stitched curves that I had been dreaming about. Jackie’s wonderful. She has so much personality and spunk yet is so eloquently refined when snuggled under my underarm. She is full of stories from her past lives telling me about her experiences when she was in love and times when she felt pain connecting each memory to the scars found on her body. I tell her that her scars are beautiful, that the new girls don’t have her same wit or classic charm. I tell her that this second-hand will be the last hand she passes through.

While many people might see my Jackie as depreciated value not holding the rank that she once did, I think she’s making a better statement now than ever. When I’m seen with Jackie, I stand for prolonging the life cycle of goods and promoting a continued closed loop within the fashion industry. Her father handed her over to me for $600, a generous $1,200 off of her birth price. Girls like her always hold their value. Her dad also provided me with an authenticated birth certificate of Jackie, noting that her Italian roots were truly worth swooning over.

Jackie’s made me a better woman. She’s challenged me to practice what I preach. Her presence in my life reminds me to give items another life, and with it, another chance for them too to find someone who loves them. She’s taught me that we should care for the things we have in our lives by investing in them the same way we do with our relationships. At the end of the day, Jackie will be by my left side whether or not J-bae is holding my hand on the right. But if in some way the stars were to align, and I find myself standing in the middle with each by my side, then I will consider myself immensely lucky in love.
Wars
By: Bruno Barbosa
Tags: Sentimentos, Lovestory, Relationships, Sad, Love

Wars

How many wars I have waged with you.

You hit me with your "weapons" and in the short term it is not so lethal to the physical body, the physical changes come after your "weapons" reach my soul, my heart, my mind and the love that still remains for you. Every time you hit me, consequently you hit me too, and every time you destroy me, you destroy the love and the good image that I strive to imagine you have.

You made everything so hard, everything so hard.

Everything became so difficult, so dense. Because you decided to do that after I already had enough ties, and insufficient strength to leave you.

One hour you are hot, once cold

One hour he treats me like a king, and once like any other.

Sometimes you make me think you are missing a part, and you force me to believe that that part is not me.

You kill my dreams, my hopes, discredit and play with my feelings. He says I'm the drama king, I just hope the drama doesn't start from you again when you lay your head on the pillow and miss me.
I am in love with a married man…
Tags: Lovestory, Self-awareness, Relationships Love Dating, Datingamarriedman, Relationships

How we met you may ask?…Well it is not really a long story. I had just started on my new job when my boss decided to send me to attend a business meeting on her behalf. For me it was a great opportunity to network and meet new people in which i did, believe me.So, i entered the boardroom where the meeting was held and went straight to the first empty chair i could lay my eyes on without even looking who sat next to it.As usual, the meeting began with self-introduction and so, i also had my turn. For him he said it was love at first sight but for me, well i did not even notice him.The meeting went well and before it was adjourned ,i distributed my business cards with my contact details to everyone including him. He did not waste time ,i got the first call from him later that day and many more after that. As they say the rest is history…

I hate how he makes me feel at times, he has his own way of making me feel like i am the only person that matters in his life, like i am the only source of his happiness, like we have a future together .I hate how my body reacts when he touches me, how my heart beats fast whenever i hear his voice or how much he makes me feel loved, he just loves me right.I hate how he gives my life a purpose, how he is my sunshine on the rainy days, how he handles my moods, my curves, just how he knows how i like it gentle in the beginning and rough at the end .All it takes is just one brief look at that finger then suddenly it hits me like a rock, he had already given his heart to someone else.

I hate how i only see him when he has no plans with his family,i hate i always wait for him to contact me or how we always end the conversation when it gets too deep. Yes, i want it to get too deep, i want us to get to that part where we discuss our future. I want him to know all about my dream wedding,the venue,the cake and oh the wedding dress.I do not just want him to know my favourite colour or that i have a family but i want him to be a part of it.
The Trip Back
By: Bad Millennial
Tags: Lovestory, Hope

The Trip Back

He’s not in love with me.

That’s what he said in the car, right in the middle of a long journey back home from our hiking trip with his family. His cousin deep sleep in the back seat.

To be fair, what he truly said was: “I can’t fall in love”, which I interpreted as “He’s not in love with me”, since we were together, even if not officially.

In the middle of the trip back, how inconvenient is that? I couldn’t do anything, even though what I really wanted to do was jump right out of the moving car.

I know what the most rational thing to do is: leave him.

I’m going to suffer more if I keep this going.

He told me he had plans of moving to another state. Where there is less chaos and more nature.

He will be back to maths college and it will fuck him up. More than life already has.

He started desperately pointing out all of the reasons why I should jump out of the moving car that was our relationship, trying to talk me out of wanting to be with him.

He’s not in love with me. That was all I could think about. And instead of crying or making a fuss out of it, I acted like that didn’t really affect me. Like it wasn’t about me he was talking about. All I could say was: “Not even butterflies? You know, in your stomach, when you see someone you love? Don’t you get them”

And he said no, and kept his eyes on the road. There were about two hours left for us to get home. And my heart felt like it was going to burst into a million little insignificant pieces.

I wanted to say: “Well, then we have a problem here dear because I am deeply in love with you. Butterflies all over the place, listening to Adele in the car, singing Celine in the shower, laughing alone at work kind of in love. It might be the first time I feel like this and it’s because of you. So how are you not feeling slightly the same?”

But I was scared. I didn’t want it to end.

Maybe, that he doesn’t know he loves me. Or Maybe he does but doesn’t feel worthy of love. He put up walls and pushed people away and now doesn’t remember how to bring them back in.

I know it’s crazy.

It’s irrational even.

But what I feel for him is too strong. And I’m willing to take the chances.

I’m willing to try to build something with him.

I’m willing to break down the wall he made, piece by piece.

I’ll do it because I can’t wait to see the side of him that’s hidden behind the wall.

I’ll do it until it hurts too much to keep going.

And if that happens then I’ll let go. But I’ll always know that I tried.

I tried and I tried til I ran out of reasons to try.
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A Social Media Attraction of Love
By: Amlesh Kumar
Tags: Fiction Series, Fiction Writing, Lovestory, Love, Fiction

Yesterday was a very tired day when I came to office. My Mom waiting for me. When I came to my house I change my clothes and take food. My mom sited near me. I completed my food and went to sleep. But I think about my whole day which I spent in office. When I was in my office, I complete my project which is very important.

In this project Office colleagues and I make a blueprint of investment Plan and When company invest money to our company then what’s the benefit they got. The meeting time fixed around 01:00pm. At that time top investor came and he is highly interested in our project and they think to invest in our company. We can ready our project to the meeting. In 01:00pm Mr. Charles Came with his secretary to attend the meeting. When meeting started I described everything in detail and explain him that how this plan help you to get profit.

After some time meeting was over and we were went for lunch. In lunch time everybody talking one another and take their lunch. I think that I used Instagram at that time.

I unlock my phone and started Instagram. When I scroll down I saw that my friend posted a photo. I liked his photo, When I scroll another one to two post I saw a profile which Posted some photos on Instagram. I surprised to see her, She is very cute, Her eyes like a beautiful black. Her hair is in air and she is enjoying that moment with his friends. He saw her name and check her profile, He want to talk to that girl. He think about it and he wanted that one time I meet her and looking her all day. He really loved her and he saw her profile every time.

In Next morning he is ready for office, he came for breakfast. When he came for breakfast his mother is also sitting near him. He is thinking about that girl, His mother told him, “what are you thinking dear”. He not want to tell this matter to his mom. He said “Nothing”. After complete his breakfast he is going for office. When he is going for office he unlock his phone and open Instagram and see her profile. He send a message to her “Hey! How are you dear”. Just typing and sending that text to her. He closed Instagram and keep his phone in his pocket. After he reach the office he check his Instagram Profile. But…

I will Update you in the Next One……Stay Tuned
Love Exuberantly
By: Valerie J Runyan
Tags: Lovestory, Wellbeing, Valentines Day, Happy

February is the month of “love” it is also my Birthday month- I had a fabulous milestone one! Plus it was a Leap year.

Within this endorphin drenched month- there were hellacious winds that if one were to wax poetic- they were either blowing your love of this lifetime toward you or, sweeping the bane of your existence the hell out of the life you are experiencing right now!

During this visually inoculated month of mostly red pink and white, I have been in “love” several times- lasting anywhere from forty-eight hour, four hours, two weeks and of course the entire month.

First, there was the cute guy- new to town and new to me (Mr. forty-eight hours)

Because I can’t resist an accent, purposely and accidentally he and I were at the same happenings- also we shared some meals and some kisses (Mr. two weeks)

I got invited to a party that was spectacular from- door to door limo service, fabulous catered food and only top shelf alcohol, plus beautiful women in every direction I even thought of looking- who are on every vibration of the female sexuality spectrum, also being adored and returning the favor (Ms. four hours)

Lastly but most certainly not least, are the two that keep my heart open to “love exuberantly” a bit longer than these amorous twenty-nine days on steroids- my constant (Mr. and Ms. entire month)

I have found it to be oh so true especially this month that- “love” is indeed a very splendid thing!
A letter
Tags: Lovestory, Sadness, Heartbreak, Love Letters, Love

When you walked out the door, a part of me left with you that i hope you’ll always carry. I felt the weight of the world fall onto my chest when i heard the lock turn, knowing you would never return. I felt my stomach twist into a thousand knots. My vision was so blurred by the tears you left me with. My mind was spinning in a thousand different motions on why you would have made that decision to leave.

It would be so easy to be angry with you. Angry for not fulfilling all the promises you made. Angry for making me wait until you decided weather i was worth pursuing or not. Angry for leaving me so unsure. Angry for letting my heart fall and you not being able to catch it.

Being angry is the last thing i will ever be with you. I appreciate you for letting me fall. I appreciate how you made me feel about myself. I appreciate you showing me a glimpse of a good man. For a second, you made me feel like i was worth so much. Until you turned it off.

Making me feel how worthy i am, even if it was for a second, makes me now understand that that’s something i should always feel. I should never have to feel like a second choice. I should never have to feel like i am a chore. I should never have to question where we stand.

So, thank you. Thank you for giving me a glimpse of the good. I will forever be thankful for the time we spent together. I will forever cherish the memories we made. I will never forget how you made me feel like the luckiest girl.

I wish you good. I wish you happiness. I wish that you find the love you’re looking for, for i know i will. Because of you.

Here’s to you, my dear.

xoxo
The envy of angels.
By: Umzila Kawulandelwa
Tags: Lovestory, Gratitude, Edgar Allan Poe, Poem, Love

To better understand this post I recommend you read the poem “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe. A friend sent it to me saying she thought I’d like it and omg I loved it! I read that poem and replace “Annabel Lee” with “Tshegofatso” cos that is my love’s beautiful name.

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.

I’m so sad about my angel’s passing because ours was a love that made time stand still. We understood each other on a soul level. He was my soul mate. Yin and yang. We fed off each other’s energies and kept each other balanced. What a love!

We spent so much time loving upon each other and very little time fighting each other. In hindsight it feels as if at soul level we knew we didn’t have a lot of time together so we loved each other as hard as we could.

Trust me. I know how incredibly lucky we both were to have found each other. We grew together. Became better versions of ourselves through loving each other. When we fought we fought from a space of love and wanting us to win. We always remembered that we were in the same team.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

My Tshegofatso. Maybe we were actually meant for each other. The way we loved left angels drenched with envy. Oh my sweet. Can you believe just by being ourselves and loving as honestly, truly and bigly as we did we made ourselves the envy of angels?!

But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Nothing could ever come between us, not even death.

I love you forever my angel man. ♥️
Little Moment#1 — MyBreakupSeries
Tags: Lovestory, Breakups, Little Things, Love

If i would have known or predicted, I would have never taken small things granted when i was in a relationship.

One day i reached home from work earlier than my girl friend. I started watching Friends on Netflix.

When Joey and Chandler were busy in their own little world, through the windows of living room, I saw a cute girl walking towards the house in a bright outfit. My heart started racing and I had one of those moments: “She took my breath away”. Actually, I exaggerated it. Like they show in movies, my heart did not race and she didn’t take my breath away. It sounded cool when i was writing. But i want to keep this article authentic and I want to write only stuff that really happened 👆🏻

Photo by Adeolu Eletu on Unsplash

So, the truth is when i looked at her, it felt nice and the moment was beautiful. The reason being, I usually go to office early and reach home after her. Most of the time, I got used to seeing her in pajamas and looking at her in work clothes felt really different. She was stylish and had this professional look. I liked it a lot. Okay! I will admit. My heart raced a little bit.

Okay! back to the story, I pretended I didn’t see her. She knocked. I let her in. As usually, I asked how her day was and as usually, she went for 30mins explaining every little thing from morning to evening 😄

Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash

Since then, whenever i come early from work I used to wait for that little moment to watch her walk towards the house in her bright outfits mixed with a funny walk. Yeah! she has a funny walk too 😊

Photo by Timo Stern on Unsplash

It seemed so small back then. But, it was a one of those little moments I remember and cherish forever ❤️
One Day
By: Anissa A. Hanjani
Tags: Lovelife, Lovestory, Relationship, Findinglove, Love

You have to know one thing: I never thought one day I write a post like this. I never thought there comes a day that I pour my heart to write again.

Especially, for you.

I had spent my time as a teenager falling with someone I couldn’t reach. Imagine running for a wild goose chase for 5 years, then you knew that it failed. Such a great heartbreaking experience. Although it was only myself to blame as to my obliviousness and innocent thoughts.

I spent the next 3 years running through hills and valleys. Seeking meanings behind words, checking facts, trying to achieve something. These activities were keeping my mind busy enough to enjoy a life as a single. Keeping my companies also giving me another form of joyous moment in my youth. All things were wonderful already.

Then, you might ask, “Did you date someone?”.

I wanted to, if I have to tell you the brutal truth. But, after that long wild goose chase, I forgot how love feels. I forgot the sensasion of falling in love or feeling jealous. I forgot how it feels to have the emptiness inside my heart when I yearn for someone.

Until one day, I accidentally found you again.

It all started with awkwardness. My introvert side hated the fact that I opened my boundary to get to know you again. To ask a simple, “How are you?” and “What are you doing?”.

“I was on a field practice,” you answered.

It felt funny that our initial online meeting gave me this kind of electrifying sensation. We never met before. This virtual world was where our first encounter happened years ago as teenagers. Nevertheless, I knew something: it was attraction.

It was such a strange experience.

Before you, in the same virtual place, I met men. Lots of them. But, why didn’t it feel just the same as when I found you again?

Why?

Why?

And how?

As we explore each other, you spread a strong magnetic sensation in every word you sent. Your understanding, humbleness and humor slowly becomes a routine that I wait. As I open my eyes, I smile. As I rest my mind, I smile. I feel like a puppy waiting her friend home after his long day work.

Thus, I understand: this is love.

I remember now. The curiosity when your words don’t arrive faster. The feeling of yearning. The joyful waiting moment. The sensasions for lots of thing, from my happiness to funny jealousy.

One day, as this unbearable pandemic ends, I am filled with hope to lie my eyes on you in our real life. Having a nice date in a café. Going to a quiet place to have a mindful conversation. Or just being alone together.

One day, in a nice weather, I will find you. For real, now.
I like that June.
By: Deruan Bintang
Tags: Lovestory, Saling Sapa Dalam Doa, Unrequited Love, Love Letters, Love

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I like this June (or maybe I’ve liked you already?). Life is like roller coaster and that month is so… “up and down”(?). I am afraid of tomorrow, “what if you will leave me alone” OR “what id this is just the wat you wanna say ‘thank you’ to me?”.

I like this June, The day I told you about my day, The day I shared you about my insecurity, The day you listened my interest, The day you told about your life,

… or maybe I just like you and that’s all.

Ah! Actually it was nice, the day when we argued because you asked our friend and I become jealous(?) because you didn’t ask about my day! Hahaha

But you still wanted to talk to me, you still reached me even I just read your messages, and… you still replied my long-messages.

You’re still there. At that time.

And I am afraid.

I am really afraid, what if it just the way you say ‘thank you’ -in polite way- to me?

So, welcome July.

Maybe ‘Night on July’ will miss your ‘good night’ notification, like the thing that you used to send to me before go to sleep.

And maybe, I might be okay:)
That unstoppable feeling that drives you
By: Ruth Bokhobza
Tags: Life Choices, Lovestory, UX, Future, UX Design

As this is my first story on Medium, I’m scared I might say the wrong things. But I have decided I will just try, and start with why on the first place I have discovered Medium.

I have been very confused for a very long time. Very peer stressed about that eternal question: what do you do? or what do you wanna do when you grow up?

I don’t know. Or, well, I didn’t know.

I am the passionate type.

“She can’t even wake up in the morning if there isn’t something she really wants to do that day”

But it is true that passion and love are what have always driven me.

I have been told I was a great writer, a great photographer or a great pastry chef, and as much as this could make me feel good about myself, I have always felt I wasn’t good enough and also I always knew inside of me, it wasn’t what I actually wanted to do.

But when you are younger and you have to decide what to do after high school, you see just a few “obvious” career roads in front of you. You don’t really know how many things you could actually do or become.

I have decided to move abroad for love. It may have been crazy, but I just knew it was right and I was unstoppable.

And I have always looked for that unstoppable feeling about my career too!

I have decided to study Sociology and Communication, and then I have worked with Diamonds, and then in Social Media and then as a Pastry Chef.