A real story about love in life is not always cheerful, optimistic and with a happy ending, as many people think, but is often sad to the point of tears. It can be filled with regrets about what has not come true, about what cannot be returned.
Nature brought joy with the last warm autumn days. I sat on a park bench, smoked cigarette after cigarette and sadly looked into the distance. When you are almost 50, you no longer want noisy companies, no alcohol, no dubious, decorated girls who only look at your wallet. I want simple human warmth, love, care... But I myself missed my happiness.
I was brought out of my far from cheerful thoughts by a bright blue ball that fell near my feet. Looking up, I saw its owner - a blue-eyed girl about 6 years old, who ran up to get the toy, smiled at me and, after hesitating a little, said: “Uncle, please give me the ball...”. I handed the toy to the child and caught myself thinking that the look of those sincere sky-colored eyes was so similar to the eyes of the one I once loved.
Lena... Lena, my dear, what an idiot I was. I ruined your life and crippled mine. All these thoughts flashed through my head in a split second. The girl said “thank you” and ran away to the man and woman who were holding hands and talking cheerfully. Probably her parent, I thought. And the woman was so similar to Elena... But Lenochka and I could have had the same little one,” I sighed out loud, and a bitter tear rolled down my long-unshaven cheek.
I first saw Lena in Yalta on the seashore, when I came to Crimea to take a break from worries and have fun on my 35th birthday. Then I decided to wake up early and still meet the dawn, since soon I had to leave home, to dusty and stuffy Moscow. During the entire two weeks of my stay in Crimea, I did not succeed in this. After sitting at the bar in the company of beauties, I returned to the hotel room after three in the morning, and often not alone. What a dawn it is...
So, when I came to an almost deserted beach, sleepy and yawning, my attention was attracted by her - a girl of about 20 with golden hair sparkling in the light of the rising sun, slender, in a light blue dress the color of the sea and a snow-white hat. She sat near the water with an album in her hands and sketched a seascape. , there was so much simplicity and naivety in her movements that I involuntarily looked at this drawing angel. She was the complete opposite of the young ladies I was used to spending time with, brightly made-up girls with curvaceous figures and cheeky manners. I only needed sex from them, often I didn’t even remember their names.
And her face, breathing simplicity and attractiveness, charmed me for several minutes and turned my head. I don’t know if I would have met her myself, but the opportunity just turned up. Suddenly the wind blew, tore the girl’s hat off the girl’s head and carried it out to sea. She groaned, but didn’t try to catch up. Apparently, she was afraid of strong waves or did not know how to swim at all. I rushed into the water, quickly took out the hat and handed it to its owner. The girl smiled, thanked me, and our conversation from a few phrases turned into a long conversation about everything in the world.
We came to our senses only when the sun began to mercilessly give us its hot rays. It was time to hide in the shadows. We exchanged phone numbers and decided to take a walk in the evening and watch the sunset together. We spent the rest of my vacation walking by the sea, riding a boat, eating ice cream, hugging and kissing. I haven't had such romance for a long time.
Fortunately, she also lived in Moscow. Although, rather, unfortunately. After all, if we went to different cities, then our relationship in the stream of endless routine would most likely be forgotten or perceived as just a summer memory filled with happiness. However, when we returned to Moscow, our meetings continued. Lena was not like all the other girls. Kind, soft, open, sincere, she was like a breath of fresh air for me. But even at 35, I was not ready for a long-term and serious relationship. Overdressed beauties spoiled me and darkened my soul with lust and depravity. If I ever had one. Hardly.
And when one cold, dank autumn day Lenochka came to me, excited, confused and with trembling lips, told me that she was pregnant from me, I was seriously chickened out and offered to give her money for an abortion. I assured that we would always be together, but I was not ready for a child. When she heard this, her eyes turned from sky blue to dull gray from tears, and she, like a bird with clipped wings, flew out of the barely closed door. For the first time, I got angry with her and didn’t pursue her. “What a fool,” I thought, “Well, well, she’ll come back wherever she goes.”
But she didn't return. Not that day, not the next. I tried to call her, but the phone was turned off. The doors of her small apartment on the outskirts of the capital greeted me with a locked lock and cold aloofness.
After grieving a little, I began to forget my blue-eyed miracle. Work, friends, random young ladies again filled my life. Everything returned to normal. But I remembered Lena only sometimes and immediately drove away thoughts about her.
Days, months, years passed. Once I went to the cemetery to put flowers on the grave of a friend who died in a car accident. Walking past the monuments, I saw a face with painfully familiar features painted on a granite slab. It was her, Lena. I froze in place. Sometimes when I thought about her, I thought that she was probably married and happy with someone. Having come to my senses a little, I began to peer into the date of death and realized with horror that about 8 months had passed since our last meeting, when she ran away from me in tears...
I started making inquiries about her. Fortunately, connections and acquaintances allowed. It turns out that she died during childbirth. The child did not survive either.
Elena, Lena, Lenochka... you could become the meaning of my life, my happiness. But I lost everything. Fool, what a fool I am!
This fleeting meeting with a girl in the park awakened in me all the emotions and feelings that had been suppressed with such difficulty. I realized that I had lived my life in vain, wasting precious days on dubious pleasure and entertainment.
After sitting on the bench for a while, looking after the friendly and happy family, I wandered home. To an empty apartment in the center of the capital, where no one is waiting for me, and never will be.
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The fireplace burned quietly, and he told her that he would only be leaving for a month. It's necessary. There are many problems that need to be solved that she, naive, will never understand. There is something more important than their love story, and something bigger than this mansion, although much more! “Well, it doesn’t matter where I am: overseas or behind this wall, I’ll just finish my business and come back,” he said. He also told her to have fun and not think too much about him.
Today she woke up on the floor, wearing yesterday's dress. She doesn't remember when the guests left. Why did the guests come? There was a holiday... of some kind. She didn't drink, no. The phone just rang... Here it is! No one can find him, he is missing. His boss couldn't lie! No, it can't be, you just have to wait...
She wanted to get lost in these rooms, at least for a while. The next room contained a collection of weapons. That autumn they went hunting. It was fun. How long has it been? Year and month. Who cares? Family jewels, a transparent case with a ring, a deed of gift... Dear, dear, ring, where is it? Nothing good was felt when the stern faces of departed relatives looked at her from the portraits. The next room is for the child. It should be pink if it's a girl. And if it's a boy, then...
A ray of sunset slid through the huge window of a large mansion. Somewhere from the neighboring rooms rustling sounds were heard, Daria shuddered. The silence again took her by surprise. You need to close the curtains. Or not: open again tomorrow. She looked into the flight between the stairs - there was a telephone down there, and maybe there were missed calls. Challenges? It’s better to go to the hall, there’s a piano there. Music will dispel doubt and fear. The mansion was silent, one window was lit, and all night a gentle and sad melody was heard, which died down in the morning.
How can I tell her? Miami is behind us. A capricious beauty in a white swimsuit remained there, and now no one is waiting for him. A rainy train station, a taxi, someone's shadow flashed in the window... a bad feeling.
He smiled, looking at her funny drawings in the hallway with their love story. Impatience and anxiety did not allow me to breathe. Dasha! Here she is! Dasha went down the stairs slowly, step by step, her face on this cloudy day looked very pale, even white. She did not take her shining eyes off Oleg and walked towards him with open arms, he also extended his hands to her. When she was already standing very close, her gaze went into the distance, somewhere through him. Oleg looked back at the open door. He threw himself at her feet. He still heard her “Nothing, I’ll wait” and felt her palms, and when he raised his face, amazed and very sympathetic neighbors stood near him. “It’s been three months since she died,” it hit him like thunder, and suddenly he realized that they hadn’t seen her.
I want to tell the sad story of my love. My story includes all sorts of details, so if you are too lazy to read, then it’s better not to read... I just want to speak out, not to my friend, to anyone.. but here, now.. just write about it. So...
Once upon a time, almost 4 years ago, I met a guy... We fell in love with each other very much. We just had crazy love. We couldn’t live without each other even a day, he loved me like no one else had loved. I loved him in a way that no one else loved him. We breathed this love, we lived it. We were happy.. we were very happy! There were no halves.. We were one whole! Soon we began to live together. We were always close... I liked to cook for him and even he liked to cook for me.
I never thought that it could happen like this... that it could all be so alive, so real. He was the closest, dearest, only, beloved. Eh... it would take a long time to describe everything that I felt, everything that he felt, everything that we felt together. But you know how it happens... we were together 24 hours a day, 7 days a week... every day and we missed each other, despite such closeness we constantly missed us. Over time, you begin to realize that something bright is missing in your life.
You know, when this period of euphoria passes and you are already so accustomed to a person that it seems to you that he will not go anywhere, here he is next to you... this is how it should be, but how could it be otherwise... he has been with you for almost 4 years years, you have become attached to him, very much, too much... and he simply cannot help but be there. And he... he feels the same, he thinks the same. And then you start hating him... hating him for all sorts of stupid reasons.
Because he sits at the computer, because he watches TV, because he doesn’t give you flowers, because he doesn’t want to go for a walk... and I’m generally afraid to remember money issues. And he... he hated me too. You can’t imagine the most terrible thing is this love that turned into hatred! And now, being alone in this apartment in which we lived for 4 years, only now I understand what nonsense this is, it’s just ridiculous, what have we done, what have we turned us into and where is this happiness?
We broke up a little over 2 months ago. This happened when all this had already become unbearable. When we didn’t see each other all day, we started quarreling right away. Just because of some little things that weren’t worth anything in this life. In the last month of our relationship, it was clear to both of us that this would all end soon. When we sat in the evenings in different corners, each doing his own thing, on his own wavelength, but we had the same atmosphere.
The atmosphere of negativity that filled us, that was already flowing through our veins. I then signed up for dancing in order to somehow distract myself, to diversify my life, and in general I had wanted to for a long time and thought that it was just the right time. And somehow I became very involved in them, that I no longer really cared what was happening between us, that our relationship was dying.
I had a new environment, all our mutual friends became of little interest to me. I was all about dancing. I'm just a fan. And this happens to everyone... you realize that there is no point in anyone anymore when you don’t even try to fix something, when you see that he doesn’t do anything about it either. That he doesn’t care, that he doesn’t give a damn either.
Previously, we somehow tried to fix everything. And then we were simply blown away, and probably both he and I had simply lost our strength... we no longer had the strength or desire to change anything. This moment came... the last straw, his last cry and it was as if I had been hit in the head... so sharply.
I told him we needed to talk. It was my initiative.. I said that I didn’t want anything else, that I wanted to break up... he said that he had been thinking about it for a week. A long conversation, tears, lump, sediment... and nothing more, the next day he moved out. It was hard... yes it was hard. And of course you understand. We broke up, but we still had common problems that we needed to solve. We continued to quarrel, all because of these some kind of problems that are now worth nothing.
Then we started communicating, I just don’t know how, you can’t call them friends, or acquaintances either. He just came sometimes, drank tea, talked about everything. About work, about dancing, about everything but not about us. We were just talking. I found a new job, I had new friends, dancing, I only came home to spend the night. Everything was fine with me and so was he. I no longer suffered and did not want to return to him. He also resigned himself. That's how 2 months passed.
And then a situation happens that killed me, killed me and everything that was left alive in me. His brother calls me and offers to meet and discuss something. I didn’t have any second thoughts, because I communicated normally with his brother and didn’t even notice that he had recently started writing to me on VKontakte very often.
We meet and he starts... - You see, I treat you very well, I don’t like everything that’s happening, I’m afraid that everything will go too far and that’s why I want to tell you everything.. He found someone else. He found her 10 days after you broke up.
“I know it’s unpleasant for you to hear all this now, but I decided that you should know everything.” And he likes her madly, her photo is on his desk, he takes such good care of her... they see each other all the time. And as soon as he told me the first two words—he said something else—it was as if a bomb had exploded in my chest. I cannot adequately describe how painful it was for me. This is very painful. It's cruel. And I broke... I was killed, I was destroyed. I cried in bed for two nights without getting up.
I was killed at work for two days. How bad it was. How this lump pressed me. He just destroyed it. I realized that I still love him, that I cannot live, breathe without this person, that I need him... that he is my everything. And at the same time, I hated him now because he forgot me so quickly and found a replacement. How hard it is to write about this...
And a few days later a friend calls me, she is our mutual friend... and after talking with her. It was as if I had descended to earth. A stone just lifted from my soul, although I didn’t fully believe this whole story. She told me that she had a heart-to-heart talk with him. And that this brother of his came up with everything... there is none of this. That he values me and what happened between us. That he really loved me, that he was happy with me and now remembers only good things. Well.. it's always like that..
And he and his brother had a very strong quarrel and I don’t know for what purpose, maybe to annoy him, he decided to come up with such a story. I don’t know where the truth really is... but I don’t think a guy could fall in love with someone else like that in a week and forget everything that happened between us.
He loved me very much... and was ready to do anything for me. He once saved my life... but I won’t talk about that. I don’t know... really... yes, I felt better after talking with my friend, a little bit easier... but from that moment, after his brother’s call, everything in my life went downhill. It was as if he had destroyed my peace of mind, or... I don’t know what to call it... but I really felt good. I even got used to it without him... it was easy for me. And he broke everything.
And every day after that just killed me. I lost my job, I lost people who were close to me... Everyone around me was cruel to me, everyone accused me of something... every day it just finished me off. And you know... the biggest loss happened very recently, I lost him for the second time, I lost him forever! He will never come back to me...
It was raining, I was heading to the dance... broken, completely killed, destroyed, crushed... I was going to the dance. I didn’t want anything, not to dance, not to see the people I wanted to see all the time... but I knew that now I simply had to go there, through force, through myself... I simply had to go, not think about anything, about anyone , just dance.. dance and nothing more. And I was able... I suppressed everything, all the weakness, I was able... I danced, yes... but for the first time it was so disgusting to me, I wanted to kill everyone who was there, I was sick of everyone, I wanted to run away from there! How so... after all, I can’t live without this anymore... dancing is my everything, but I was disgusted by everything.
And in the locker room I simply couldn’t stand this pressure in my chest, I broke down completely.. I called him, why.. how could I.. I called him and offered to see him... I really needed to talk to him! After all, he is the person to whom I could tell everything, absolutely... I really needed to talk to him.
I wasn't going to return him... I just wanted to talk. It continued to rain... no, it was a terrible downpour... I sat at the bus stop and waited for it. I was waiting for him... and he arrived, he sat down next to me, lit a cigarette and was silent, and I didn’t say anything... and we just sat and were silent for several minutes. I tried to say something, but it was as if I had filled my mouth with water... I didn’t know where to start.
Then he said - will we remain silent? And I immediately felt cruelty... cruelty in his voice, in words, cruelty inside him... cruelty and composure. He continued to say something, and in every word there was dryness and indifference. He said that it was easier for him to live this way, that it was necessary, and that he advised me to do the same. Some kind of horror.
Then I spoke.. I talked and cried for a long time about what was happening in my life.. I could no longer hold on... I was as if defeated, I cried all the time, it was raining and it was getting dark, I didn’t take off my sunglasses... it was already dark and I didn’t take them off... there was terrible pain under them. But he remained cruel and said that there was no need for tears.
And I just started to choke, my head hurt... my whole face was swollen, I probably looked very pitiful... but I didn’t care. And at some point he could no longer hold on and hugged me. He hugged me so tightly, pressed me to himself - what are you doing... everything will be fine, stop it. He hugged me and stroked my hair, and then there was some kind of clouding of my mind. I didn’t want to say it... it wasn’t me anymore. It was simply impossible to stop me!
- “I love you, we can fix everything, we did something stupid... I need you, I need you, I know... you feel bad too, come back to me, we can fix everything, we wanted a wedding, a family, children... You told me I was there for life! Let’s just forgive each other for everything now... and start over with a new leaf, change, do everything to save us!”
When he started talking, I didn’t believe a single word of his - “I’m sorry, yes... I felt bad, I was depressed, I didn’t know how to live... but I suppressed all my feelings, I don’t love you anymore, there’s nothing to save, I do not love you!" I didn’t want to believe it.. I didn’t believe in it.. I didn’t believe that in 2 months you could forget 4 years of relationship! But he continued to say: “I treat you well, I appreciate you as a person, I loved you and was happy with you! And I am grateful to you for this time!”
I couldn’t calm down, he hugged me and said these words... words that destroyed me from the inside, that killed me inside me. Which devoured me and left nothing in me! It doesn’t happen like that... it doesn’t happen like that... he loved me, he loved me very much, he was ready to do anything for me... And now he says: “I don’t feel anything now, I don’t feel anything, I’m sorry, but I’m sincere with you.”
And then there was nothing left in me... I got up and walked... I don’t know where, why, but he followed me and said something else. I remember that he said that he really offended me, and that I probably wouldn’t communicate with him anymore. I remember that he would like to be my friend or not communicate at all, but not be enemies...
And the rain continued to fall, and I didn’t see anything, I walked through the mud through the puddles, and he followed me... I stopped somewhere, he asked me to go home, let him take me, and I just stood there and slowly died... It was death, the real one... I was no longer there. Then I turned around and told him for the last time how much I needed him... and he said “sorry” and left.
He left... just left, leaving me alone in this state, at night, in the rain on the street... alone. How could he? Once he was afraid to let me go two meters into the store at night, he was very afraid for me... and now he left me there and left... without leaving anything behind. I don’t know how long I stood there.. what I felt was death... really... death... I was killed, I’m no longer alive.
For a week I couldn’t move away, I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep, I gave up on everything... then I was fired from work... I don’t have the strength to dance... I’m not just exhausted from energy, I’m no longer alive. I have no idea how I can come to terms with this and move on. I do not want anything…
I couldn’t understand how he could leave me there alone... after he once saved my life. I couldn't believe it. And I got it into my head... that this cannot be forgiven, that I hate him for this, although in reality... everything is not like that. And yesterday I found out that he followed me all the way to the entrance until he was sure that I had gone home. A friend told me about this, he asked me not to talk about it, but you know.. this is a friend.. and I felt even worse, I was even more drawn to him.. but nothing more will happen.. I died..
fasting is death...
Death. . .
Today I saw “death”... It was real... the most cruel and cold-blooded. The death of something real, something living.. it was a murder... Someone was killed.. maybe it was me.. I don’t know... probably now I’m gone. It's probably not me now. It happens... it happens suddenly, when you don’t expect a blow at all, when you stand firmly on your feet and feel confident, confident in yourself and your abilities! And then just bang... And you no longer feel anything... only sharp pain, muffled by a state of shock and the smell of death.
And then loss of consciousness, clouding of mind... and you try to reconstruct fragments, words, faces... But there is fog in your head, you need to remember something important, but there is fog everywhere... and then it happens that all this gimmick in your head is no longer makes no sense..
Everything has already been decided for you! We decided that you need to forget everything... in that very place, at that very moment, just forget and come to terms with some truth that you don’t even remember. Remain the way you were left in that very place... at that very moment! And there.. just standing there.. you understand that everything has passed, that everything has really passed.. that now no one cares about your safety. And you continue to stand there and kill all the weakness, all the fears, all the pain and all the grievances...
You kill all the feelings in yourself, this whole fucking anomaly... You kill yourself in yourself.. This is probably how we become cruel. But what then, excuse me, is the price of these feelings, which are suppressed by the desire to be cold-blooded?
It was very difficult to tell... it was as if I was going through everything all over again...
Touching stories rarely appear on the first pages, which is probably why it seems that nothing good and kind is happening in the world. But as these little love stories show, beautiful things happen every day.
They're all from a site called Makesmethink, a place where people share their thought-provoking stories, and we're sure you'll agree that these little funny stories are thought-provoking. Be careful though: some of them may lift your spirits, while others may move you to tears...
"Today I realized that my dad is the best dad I could ever dream of! He is my mom's loving husband (always makes her laugh), he comes to all my football matches since I was 5 years old (I'm 17 now) ) and is a real stronghold for our family.
This morning, while looking for pliers in my dad's toolbox, I found a dirty folded piece of paper at the bottom. It was an old diary entry in my father's handwriting, dated exactly one month before my birthday. It read: “I'm 18 years old, an alcoholic, a college dropout, a victim of child abuse, a man with a criminal record for car theft. And next month I'll be adding 'teen dad' to the list. But I swear that "From now on, I will do everything right for my little girl. I will be the father I never had." And I don't know how he did it, but he did it."
"Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that when I was in high school, no one asked me to his prom. That same evening, he showed up at my house in a tuxedo and took me to his prom as his date."
"My 88-year-old grandmother and her 17-year-old cat are both blind. Usually my grandmother is led around the house by her guide dog. But lately the dog has also been leading her cat around the house. When the cat meows, the dog comes up to her and rubs her about her, after which she follows him to her food, to her “toilet,” to the other end of the house to sleep, and so on.”
“Today, approaching the door of my office at 7 am (I’m a florist), I saw a soldier in uniform standing waiting. He stopped by on the way to the airport - he was leaving for one year in Afghanistan. He said: “Usually every Friday I I'm bringing home a bouquet of flowers for my wife and I don't want to disappoint her while I'm gone." He then placed an order for delivery of 52 bouquets of flowers, each of which should be delivered to his wife's office every Friday afternoon. I gave him a 50% cut "discount".
"Today I walked my daughter down the aisle. Ten years ago, I carried a 14-year-old boy from his mother's fire-engulfed SUV after a serious accident. Doctors initially said he would never walk. My daughter visited him in the hospital with me several times ". Then I began to come to him myself. Today I watch how, contrary to all the doctors’ predictions, he stands at the altar on his own two legs and smiles, putting a ring on my daughter’s finger."
"Today, by mistake, I accidentally sent my father a message saying 'I love you' that I wanted to send to my husband. A few minutes later I received a response: 'I love you too.' Dad." It was like that! We so rarely say words of love to each other."
"Today, when she came out of an 11-month coma, she kissed me and said, 'Thank you for being here and telling me these beautiful stories without losing faith in me... And yes, I will come out marry you".
“Today is our 10th wedding anniversary, but since my husband and I have recently been unemployed, we agreed not to give each other any gifts this time. When I woke up in the morning, my husband was already up. I went downstairs and saw the beautiful fields "There were flowers all over the house. There were about 400 flowers in total, and he didn't spend a single coin on them."
“Today my blind friend explained to me in vivid colors how wonderful his new girlfriend is.”
"My daughter came home from school and asked where she could learn sign language. I asked why she needed it, and she replied that they had a new girl at school, that she was deaf, only understood sign language, and she couldn’t someone to talk to."
“Today, two days after my husband’s funeral, I received a bouquet of flowers that he ordered for me a week ago. The note said: “Even if cancer wins, I want you to know that you are the girl of my dreams.”
“Today I re-read the suicide letter that I wrote on September 2, 1996 - 2 minutes before my girlfriend appeared at the door and said: “I’m pregnant.” I suddenly felt that I had a reason to live. Now she is my wife "We have been happily married for 14 years. And my daughter, who is almost 15, has two little brothers. I re-read my suicide letter from time to time to feel gratitude again - gratitude for having a second chance at life and love." .
"Today, my 12-year-old son, Sean, and I visited a nursing home together for the first time in months. I usually come alone to visit my mother, who has Alzheimer's disease. As we walked into the lobby, the nurse saw my son and said, " Hi, Sean!" "How does she know your name?" I asked him. "Oh, I just popped in here on the way home from school to say hi to my grandma," Sean replied. I didn't even know that."
“Today, a woman who is having to have her larynx removed due to cancer signed up for my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father and twelve close friends also signed up with her for the same class. to be able to talk to her after she loses the ability to speak out loud."
“I recently went into a second-hand bookstore and bought a copy of a book that was stolen from me when I was a child. I was so surprised when I opened it and realized that it was the same stolen book! My name was on the first page and the words written by my grandfather: “I really hope that many years later this book will be in your hands again and you will read it again.”
“Today I was sitting on a park bench eating my sandwich when I saw an elderly couple stop their car at a nearby oak tree. They rolled down the windows and turned on jazz music. Then the man got out of the car, walked around it, opened the front door where the woman was sitting ", extended his hand and helped her get out. After that, they walked a few meters away from the car, and the next half slowly danced under the oak tree."
“Today my 75-year-old grandfather, who has been blind due to cataracts for almost 15 years, said to me: “Your grandmother is the most beautiful, isn’t she?” I paused and said: “Yes. I bet you miss those times when you could see her beauty every day." "Honey," Grandpa said, "I still see her beauty every day. In fact, I see her more clearly now than I did when we were young."
“Today I was horrified to see through the kitchen window as my 2-year-old daughter slipped and fell headfirst into the pool. But before I could reach her, our Labrador Retriever Rex jumped after her, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her towards the steps. shallow water where she could stand on her feet."
“Today on the plane I met the most beautiful woman. Assuming that I was unlikely to see her again after the flight, I complimented her on this occasion. She smiled at me with the most sincere smile and said: “No one has said such words to me in the last 10 years.” It turned out "We were both born in the mid-1930s, both single and childless and living almost 5 miles apart. We agreed to go out on a date next Saturday after we got home."
“Today, after learning that my mother was home from work early because she had the flu, I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home from school to buy her a can of soup. There I ran into my father, who was already at the checkout. "He paid for 5 cans of soup, a box of cold medicine, disposable wipes, tampons, 4 DVDs of romantic comedies and a bouquet of flowers. My dad made me smile."
“Today I was waiting on a table for an elderly couple. The way they looked at each other... it was clear that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me guess.” You two have been together for a very, very long time." They laughed and the lady said, "Actually, no. Today is our 5th anniversary. We both outlived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to experience love."
“Today my grandparents, who were just over 90 years old and who had been married for 72 years, died within an hour of each other.”
"I'm 17 years old, I've been dating my boyfriend Jake for 3 years, and last night was our first time together. We've never done 'this' before, and there wasn't 'this' last night either. Instead, we baked cookies, watched two comedy, laughed, played Xbox and fell asleep in each other's arms. Despite my parents' warnings, he acted like nothing less than a gentleman and a best friend!"
“Today is exactly 20 years since I risked my life to save a woman who was drowning in the fast flow of the Colorado River. And that’s how I met my wife, the love of my life.”
Antipyretics for children are prescribed by a pediatrician. But there are emergency situations with fever when the child needs to be given medicine immediately. Then the parents take responsibility and use antipyretic drugs. What is allowed to be given to infants? How can you lower the temperature in older children? What medications are the safest?
One day I was walking through the local stores, doing some shopping, and suddenly I noticed the Cashier talking to a boy no more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier says: I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.
Then the little boy turned to me and asked: Uncle, are you sure that I don’t have enough money?
I counted the money and answered: My dear, you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.
The little boy still held the doll in his hand.
After paying for my purchases, I approached him again and asked who he was going to give this doll to...?
My sister loved this doll very much and wanted to buy it. I would like to give it to her for her birthday! I would like to give the doll to my mom so she can pass this on to my sister when she goes to be with her!
...His eyes were sad when he told this.
My sister went to God. That's what my father told me, and said that soon my mother would also go to God, so I thought that she could take the doll with her and give it to my sister!? ….
I finished my shopping in a thoughtful and strange state. I couldn't get this boy out of my head. Then I remembered - there was an article in the local newspaper two days ago about a drunk man in a truck who hit a woman and a little girl. The little girl died instantly and the woman was in critical condition. The family must decide to turn off the machine that is keeping her alive, as the young woman is unable to recover from her coma. Is this really the family of the boy who wanted to buy a doll for his sister?
After two days, an article was published in the newspaper, which said that that young woman had died... I could not hold back my tears... I bought white roses and went to the funeral... The young girl was lying in white, in one hand there was a doll and a photo, and on one side there was a white rose.
I left in tears, and felt that my life would now change... I will never forget this boy's love for his mother and sister!!!
Please DO NOT DRIVE WHEN ALCOHOL!!! You can ruin not only your life...
4445The new admirer treated Lena with care and tenderness, and she already felt something more than just sympathy for him. But even six months later he made no attempts to get closer...
Lena liked that she had such a young, athletic and cheerful mother that even passers-by addressed them the same way - “girls”. They really were more like friends: they liked the same music, art films, youth fashion (Lena admitted that her mother’s bright T-shirt and short pants looked even more appropriate than on her, nineteen years old).
Lena did not feel deprived in a single-parent family. She understood that her mother did everything in her power to give her the opportunity to live in abundance, enter a good university, and got rid of her drunkard father, putting an end to her “great love.”
Their house was open to guests. The men cast admiring glances at the mother. But no one stayed overnight, which made the daughter happy: let Dina’s personal affairs be outside these walls!
Ideal son-in-law
One day, while primping herself in front of the mirror, her mother said:
- They will come to us this evening... And I would like you to take a closer look at one person.
And, noticing the confusion in her daughter’s eyes, she laughed:
- No, this is not at all what you thought! You know, this is exactly the kind of son-in-law I would like to have.
Lena snorted:
- Bride?
- What's wrong: I looked, so look at it too. It’s not for you, but we’re organizing a show for him - how can you not like him?! - And she gently pressed her daughter’s cheek.
In the evening guests arrived. Lena did not know only one of them - Boris - and realized that everything was started precisely because of him. But he’s really good: tall, charming, with a wide smile (Lena was once again convinced of how similar her tastes are with her mother).
He began to visit them almost every evening, was witty, and dined without ceremony, as if he were his own, in the kitchen. Brought tickets to concerts. Always three. But Dina felt her daughter’s dissatisfaction and, under various pretexts, tried to send them away together.
At first, Lena was impressed that Boris was so careful and gentle with her. She already felt much more than sympathy for him, and began to get nervous: almost six months passed, and the admirer did not make decisive attempts to get closer. The girl became depressed and openly shared with her mother.
Well, you have to! - Dina was sincerely upset. - Aya has already decided that everything is fine with you!
They developed an insidious plan. Young people who had been dismissed after Boris's appearance began to visit the house again. Lena left in the evenings if he did not talk about the meeting in advance. But Boris still came whenever he wanted, and in Lena’s absence he happily spent the evenings with Dina. Not even ten minutes had passed before she was laughing heartily at his jokes and compliments, but she tried with all her might to turn the conversation to her daughter: “Look, here Lenochka is three years old! Such a doll... And already in the first grade she won a reading competition!”
He didn’t understand himself: the girl was beautiful, smart, with an easy-going and easy-going character - what more could you need! But how can he forget the meeting with Dina, who sunk into his soul at first sight? He spent the entire evening looking after her. But when, having asked to be his escort, he took her home, she resolutely broke away from his embrace: “Let him go, boy,” making it clear that the age difference was an insurmountable barrier. Boris, not wanting to give up, rushed to visit. She grinned: “Well, come back sometime. I’ll introduce you to my daughter.”
Lena turned out to be so similar to her mother... And he made up his mind.
The wedding took place in a fashionable restaurant. When the orchestra started playing a song about the mother-in-law, they were pushed into a circle laughing. Boris spun Dina around with all his might and looked into her eyes so that she was scared.
Bitter epiphany
Dina tried to visit the young people only in the absence of Boris.
Lena noticed this:
- Mom, why are you angry with him?
- Yes, I’m just busy in the evenings! - Dina lied. “You know what a cool novel I have!”
Lena enjoyed the role of wife, remodeled Boris’s bachelor apartment to her taste, stoically endured toxicosis... She was not happy that she became pregnant right away, thinking that her husband had become colder towards her because of the spots on his face and his larger figure. Now they hardly ever went anywhere together. Boris became gloomy and irritable, citing problems at work. Lena cried little by little, but her mother consoled her: everything would work out with the birth of the child.
One evening, feeling lonely and lonely, Lena decided to go to her old house. Hearing loud voices from behind the door, she opened it with her key and quietly entered. Finally, she “caught” her mother’s elusive gentleman! I imagined how they would laugh together now...
But suddenly, growing cold, she recognized Boris’s voice. Through the gap between the curtains, Lena saw him kneeling in front of Dina. Suddenly he jumped up, grabbed his mother’s hands and began kissing her. Dina twisted her head, trying to escape. Lena somehow distantly thought that her husband had never kissed her like that.
As if her mother had read her thoughts, she suddenly rushed forward and began to slap her son-in-law on the cheeks, as if driving a desperate phrase into his head:
She loves you! Fool! She loves you!
Lena quietly, on tiptoe, slipped out of the apartment. There was a continuous ringing in her head and the same thought was spinning: she urgently had to make a decision. Herself. For the first time in her life, she has no one to consult with...
When there is no main thing
We often mistake other feelings for love: respect, gratitude, or even sympathy.
Therefore, without being sure that your partner’s feelings are serious, you should not make a hasty decision about marriage.
Psychologists say that those women who experienced their father’s love in childhood are happy in marriage. He shapes his daughter’s image of a future life partner and gives her self-confidence.
A mother's excessive love for her children does not always benefit them. Trying to protect her child from the storms of life, a woman deprives the child of independence.
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“All this happened almost three years ago... We submitted an application to the registry office. We are me and Arsen (the best guy in the whole world!). We decided to celebrate this matter. We gathered a group of friends and went to the forest for a picnic. We were so happy in those seconds that our intuition chose to remain silent about the tragic outcome of this whole story (so as not to upset us and spoil this “melody of the fairy tale”).
I hate intuition! I hate it! Her tips would have saved the life of my beloved….. We drove, sang songs, smiled, cried with happiness…. An hour later everything stopped... I woke up in a hospital room. The doctor looked at me. His look was frightened and confused. Apparently, he did not expect that I would be able to come to my senses. After about five minutes I began to remember... Some truck crashed into us... While I was remembering the details... My voice carefully whispered the name of the groom... I asked about his whereabouts, but everyone (without exception) remained silent. It was as if they were keeping some kind of unpleasant secret. I didn’t let the thought that something happened to my kitten come to me, so as not to go crazy.
He died..... Only one piece of news saved me from madness: I was pregnant and the child survived! I'm sure this is a gift from God. I will never forget my beloved!”
Second life story about Love
“How long ago was it... What a romantic platitude! The Internet introduced us. He introduced, but reality separated. He gave me a ring, we were going to get married... And then he left me. I quit without regret! How unfair and cruel this is! For two and a half years I lived the dream that everything would come back... But fate stubbornly resisted this.
I dated men in order to erase my beloved from my memory. One of my boyfriends met me in the same city where my precious ex lived. I never thought that I would meet him in this crowded metropolis. But what we least expect always happens... My boyfriend and I walked holding hands. We stopped at a traffic light, waiting for the green light. And he stood on the other side of the road... Next to him was his new passion!
Pain and trembling pierced my entire body. Pierced right through! We made eye contact, carefully pretending that we were complete strangers. However, this look did not escape my boyfriend. Naturally, he bombarded me with inquiries and questions when we returned home (we lived with him). I told you everything. Petya packed my suitcases and sent me home by train. I understand him... And he probably understands me too. But only in my own way. Thanks to him for sending me home without scandals and bruises “as a souvenir.”
There were two and a half hours left before the train departed. I found my loved one's number and called him. He immediately recognized me, but did not hang up (I thought that was exactly what would happen). He has arrived. We met in a station cafe. Then we walked around the square. My suitcase was waiting for me alone at the station. I even forgot to take it to the storage room!
My ex and I sat down on a bench by the fountain and talked for a long time. I didn’t want to look at my watch, I didn’t want to hear the sound of the rails…. He kissed me! Yes! Kissed! Many times, passionately, greedily and tenderly... I dreamed that this fairy tale would never end.
When my train was announced... He took my hands and said the most bitter words: “Forgive me! You are very good! You are the best! But we can't be together... In two months I'm getting married... Sorry it's not on you! My fiancee is pregnant. And I can never leave her. Forgive me again!” Tears flowed from my eyes. It seemed that my heart was crying bitterly.
I don’t remember how I ended up in the carriage. I don’t remember how I got there... It seemed to me that I was no longer living... And the ring he gave him sparkled treacherously on his finger... Its shine was very similar to the tears that I shed during that day...
A year has passed. I couldn’t resist and looked at his VKontakte page. He was already married... They already called him dad...
“Daddy” and “happy husband” was and remains my best memory and best stranger…. And his kisses still burn my lips. Do I want to repeat the moments of a fairy tale? Now there is no. I won't let the best person become a traitor! I will enjoy the fact that he was once in my life."
The third story is about the sad, about Love from life
"Hello! It all started so great, so romantic... I found him on the Internet, met him, fell in love with each other... Cinema, right? Only, probably, without a happy ending.
We almost never met. Somehow they quickly started living together. I liked my life together. Everything was perfect, like in heaven. And things came to an engagement. There are a few months left before the wedding... And the beloved has changed. He started shouting at me, calling me names, insulting me. He had never allowed himself to do this before. I can't believe it's him... Darling apologized, of course, but his apologies are very little for me. It would be enough if it didn't happen again! But something “came over” the beloved and the whole story repeated itself again and again. You can't imagine how much it hurts me right now! I love him to the point of complete madness! I love so much that I hate myself for the power of love. I stand at a strange crossroads... One path leads me to a break in relationships. The other (despite everything) is in the registry office. What naivety! I myself understand that people do not change. This means that my “ideal man” will not change either. But how can I live without him if he is my whole life?..
Recently I told him: “My love, for some reason you spend very little time on me.” He didn’t let me finish. He started freaking out and shouting loudly at me. This somehow alienated us even more. No, I’m not inventing any tragedy here! I just deserve attention, but he doesn’t let go of his laptop. He parts with his “toy” only when something intimate “pecks” between us. But I don’t want our relationship to be solely about sex!
I live, but I feel like my soul is dying. My dearest (closest) person does not notice this. I won’t think that he doesn’t want to notice, otherwise bitter tears will be shed. Vain tears that can’t help me in any way...”
Sad stories about Love are taken from real life. . .
Continuation. . .
“28 years ago, one man saved my life by protecting me from three scoundrels who tried to rape me. As a result of that incident, he received a leg injury and to this day walks with a cane. And I was very proud when today he put that cane down to walk our daughter down the aisle.”
“Today, exactly ten months after his severe stroke, my dad stood up from his wheelchair for the first time without assistance to dance the father-bride dance with me.”
“A large stray dog chased me from the metro almost all the way home. I was already starting to get nervous. But suddenly, right in front of me, a guy appeared from somewhere with a knife in his hands and demanded my wallet. Before I had time to react, the dog attacked him. He threw the knife and I ran away. Now I’m home, safe and all thanks to that dog.”
“Today my son, whom I adopted eight months ago, called me mom for the first time.”
“An elderly man with a guide dog came into the store where I work. He stopped in front of a stand with postcards and began to take each of them close to his eyes in turn, trying to read the inscription. I was about to approach him and offer help, But a huge truck driver beat me to it. He asked the old man if he needed help, and then began to reread to him all the inscriptions on the postcards, one after another, until finally the old man said: “This is the right one. She is very cute and my wife will definitely like her.”
“Today during lunch, a deaf and mute child whom I have cared for 5 days a week for the past four years looked at me and said: “Thank you. I love you." Those were his first words.”
“When we left the doctor’s office where I was told I had terminal cancer, my girlfriend asked me to be her husband.”
“My dad is the best dad you could ever ask for. To my mom, he’s a wonderful, loving husband, to me, he’s a caring father who never missed a single one of my football games, plus he’s a great housekeeper. This morning I reached into my toolbox for pliers father and found an old note there. It was a page from his diary. The note was written exactly a month before I was born, it said, “I am an alcoholic with a criminal record who was kicked out of college, but for the sake of my unborn daughter, I will change and become the best father in the world. I will become for her the dad I never had.” I don't know how he did it, but he did it."
"I have a patient who suffers from a severe form of Alzheimer's disease. He rarely remembers his name, where he is and what he said a minute ago. But one part of his memory miraculously remains untouched by the disease. He remembers his wife perfectly. Every morning he greets her with the words: “Hello, my beautiful Kate.” Perhaps this miracle is called love.”
"I work as a teacher in a poor neighborhood. Many of my students come to class without lunch and without money for lunch, because their parents earn too little. I periodically lend them a little money so that they can have a snack and they always pay it back after a while, despite my refusals.”
“My wife is an English teacher at a school. About two hundred of her colleagues and former students wore T-shirts with her photo and the words “We will fight together” when they learned that she had breast cancer. I have never seen my wife so joyful.”
“Coming from Afghanistan, I found out that my wife had deceived me and ran away with all our money. I had nowhere to live, I didn’t know what to do. One of my school friends and his wife, seeing that I needed help, They took me in. They helped me get my life back on track and supported me through difficult times. Now I have my own diner, my own home, and their children still consider me part of the family.”
"My cat ran away from home. I was very worried because I thought that I would never see him again. About a day passed after I posted missing notices and a person called me and said that he had my cat. It turned out that "He's a beggar who spent 50 cents to call me from a pay phone. He was very nice and even bought my cat a bag of food."
“Today, during the evacuation due to a fire at the school, I ran out into the street to find the main bully in the class and saw him holding the hand of a little tear-stained girl and calming her down.”
“On the day my grandson had his graduation, we got to talking and I complained that I never got to my graduation party because no one invited me. In the evening the doorbell rang, I opened the door and saw my grandson in a tuxedo. He came to invite me to his graduation.”
“Today, a homeless man who lives near my bakery bought a huge cake from me. I gave him a 40% discount. And then, watching him through the window, I saw him come out, cross the street and give the cake to another homeless man, and when he smiled back, they hugged.”
“About a year ago, my mother wanted to homeschool my brother, who has a mild form of autism, because he was being teased by his peers at school. But one of the most popular students, the captain of the football team, learned about this, stood up for my brother and persuaded everyone team to support him. Now my brother is his boyfriend.”
"Today I watched a young man help a woman with a cane cross the road. He was very careful with her, watching her every step. When they sat next to me at the bus stop, I wanted to compliment the woman about how She is a wonderful grandson, but he heard the words of the young man: “My name is Chris. What’s your name, madam?”
“After my daughter’s funeral, I decided to clear the messages on my phone. I deleted all the inboxes, but there was one unread message left. It turned out that this was the last message from my daughter, which was lost among the rest. It said: “Dad, I want you to you knew I was okay.”
"Today I stopped on my way to work to help an elderly man change a flat tire. As I got closer to him, I immediately recognized him. He was the fireman who pulled me and my mother out of a burning house 30 years ago. We spent a little time with him." chatted, then shook hands and said at the same time: “Thank you.”
“When my wife gave birth to our first child and my family and I were waiting for her in the hospital, my father had a heart attack. He was immediately given help. The doctors said that he was very lucky, because if he had not been in the hospital during the attack, they "We might not have had time to help him. It turns out that my son saved my father's life."
“Today I saw an accident on the road. An elderly drunk man crashed into a car driven by a teenager and the cars caught fire. The young man jumped out into the street and first of all pulled the culprit of the accident out of the burning car.”
“Five years ago, I volunteered for a suicide prevention hotline. Today, my former manager called me and told me that they had received an anonymous donation of $25,000 and a thank you in my name.”
“I wrote an SMS to my supervisor, telling him that my father had a heart attack and I would not be able to attend my appointment. After some time, I received a response saying that I had the wrong number. And after some time A complete stranger called me back and said a lot of sincere, hopeful words. He promised that he would pray for me and for my father. After that conversation, I felt much better.”
“I am a florist. Today a soldier came to me. He is leaving to serve for a year, but before that he decided to place an order according to which his wife will receive a bouquet of flowers from him every Friday for this year. I made a 50% discount for him, because he made my day happy.”
“Today, my school friend, whom I had not seen for a long time, showed me a photograph of us and him, which he wore in his helmet throughout his eight years of service.”
“Today, one of my 9-year-old patients with a rare form of cancer is undergoing her fourteenth operation in the last two years. But I have never seen her frown. She constantly laughs, plays with friends, makes plans for the future. She is 100 "I'm sure she'll survive. This girl has the strength to endure a lot."
“I work as a paramedic. Today we took the body of a skydiving instructor who died because his parachute did not open. On his T-shirt was written: “I will die doing what I love.”
“Today I came to the hospital to visit my grandfather, who is suffering from pancreatic cancer. When I sat down next to him, he squeezed my hand tightly and said: “Every day, when you wake up, thank life for having it, because every second who “Somewhere there is a desperate fight to keep it that way.”
“Today my grandparents, who lived together for 72 years, died within an hour of each other.”
“Today I watched in horror from the kitchen window as my two-year-old son slipped while playing next to the pool and fell into it. But before I could come to the rescue, our Labrador Rex pulled him out of the water by the collar.”
“Today I turned 10 years old. I was born on September 11, 2001. My mother worked at the World Trade Center and survived only because she gave birth to me in the maternity hospital on that terrible day.”
"A few months ago I lost my job and couldn't pay rent. When I went to my landlord to tell him I was moving out, he said, 'You've been a good tenant for 10 years, I know you've got difficult times, I'll wait. Take your time, find another job, and then pay me.”
I’ll tell you my very sad story about love, which brings me to tears even now. I am Marina, age 44 years. I love the one who left this world.
I am sane and not seeing a psychiatrist.
When I seriously fell in love, truly wanting to have children with Maxim, I was 24 years old. I’ve been crying for exactly 20 years, and I can’t forget him.
Lord, he didn’t have a lot of money or a cool, late-model foreign car.
He didn't even give me flowers. He was just nearby, and loved not with words and kisses, but silently helping me with his deeds.
You know, I wasn’t sad then, and I never cried. My tears flowed with happiness that soon we would get married, move to live with his mother, and then... we would have many children.
We will feed them, put them on their feet and raise them so that they respect and love each other - just like us.
Maxim was stingy with compliments, did not like pathos, slobbering speeches and lots of promises.
And he learned how to perform them.
I didn’t know anything about another love, but I clearly understood that I would never meet anything like this again.
Maxim worked as a driver, often traveling long distances. He didn't like to talk about his work.
There’s no need for you to know a lot, Marie, otherwise you won’t have time to grow old,” he laughed it off.
We scheduled the wedding for the summer... I remember everything in detail. Parents, mine and his, were not against it, planning in advance, and who, I wonder, will be born: a girl or a boy?
In the morning, in May, Maxim, as usual, left.
And he didn’t return...
Until now, for 20 years I have not known about his whereabouts.
Statements were written, calls were made to friends and ex-girlfriends, work colleagues and superiors. To no avail.
Maxim has gone missing. He still hasn't been found. The car was also missing.
My story is open ended. I cannot cross out of my life and forget a person who can come back at any moment.
It’s as if my life “froze” at the fateful May mark.
I feel sad, often I bring myself to tears, not understanding why everything happened this way. And what exactly happened, damn it?!
Can anyone help me?!
Neither fortune tellers nor prophetesses told me anything useful.
It was a sad story about love that brings the main character to tears.
Sorry, but I have nothing to calm her down.
The material was prepared by me, Edwin Vostryakovsky.