Romantic Love Stories – Real Stories About Love
I’m not sure because I’m writing this on a Thursday at 0:23 am, but I have in my heart many things that are weighing me.
He always liked me, since I was 10 years. I fell in love her hair, her way of being, everything I liked about him. After four years I had the luck to see him at a party, and as we finished a game of teens kissing in the laundry room of my friend. It was the happiest moment. My dream at that time my biggest dream, who would say that today desire greater things “had come true: he had kissed, embraced, touched the most beautiful man to me, and that made me go crazy every day in school.
So we circled, he fell into the hands of many friends of mine at the time, I fought for as if it were mine, and only had him a kiss. Talks innocent, even daring on my part led us to see us one day, all too “teen”, almost no talk, we were ashamed. Me to the bus stop and looked at me as if to say “what?”. I was overwhelmed at the same time wanting to kiss him hard, for all his time until we met again. I did not think twice: I kissed him. And today, I do not regret. My group arrived, I kissed her mouth and left. That day I was happy.
Continued past the time we met and even two months, a 9 December we were in love, promising to love, this game.
I was too young for him, and equally loved me, loved me. I made a thousand mistakes the next. I cheated, I lied and I defended myself thinking it was just because I was fifteen. What did I know about love? I did not realize what I really felt with my hand until it was far from mine. Yet I looked and I saw him fall in love. We came back, this time forever, we thought.
He spent a whole year and it was my trip to Bariloche. I never felt so excited to leave, it seemed pointless, a waste of time and money. But as I went. I think what is being experienced on that trip, away from family, away from the control or whatever, made the vision of reality and confused me completely changed what was a bad experience he had lived in Bariloche. This might not cheated, but abused, hurt him in any way possible.
We became separated. He spent a month, he met another woman and again I found myself crying for him, because I really loved him and knew what he had done had been an almost instantaneous disorder caused by the trip, adolescence, hormones and the 24-company hours a day for thousands of teenagers scrambled.
I never tired of insisting. We went back again. His heart was just broken and it no longer could avoid.
The fate made that vacation we had planned together, could not happen and ended up going with his best friend, whom I love like a friend of mine.
I always knew and I was sure he loved me more than I could imagine. That his love was unconditional, I was all for him, as was everything to me. Many things went through my face and I could not see. He lied, deceived me. I paid in kind and left me.
I think my life has no meaning without it, and if so, I still can not find it. Before leaving we made a promise: that the two would be fine, so he could see that I missed and could not live without me, without us. She gave me her engagement ring, he took me and here we are fulfilling that promise. God knows when one will notice. I realized a while ago.
There is something that weighs in me. Guilt, pain, regret. For my personal problems, I could never make love. I could never show you more than words and kisses what was for me. Sorry still not be me touch him, kiss him and get me. I do not want what we dream so many times, I steal another person who will never feel what I feel for him. I do not want a man who never will be on your height, can make me what he never could. This was my fault, but not voluntary, and my pain is deep. After four years I could not show you all my love and life I planned to, it was faster than I can imagine.
I love the life, the strange and I’m waiting.
We’re only two and when we are together is more than love. With him was my life, I gave into his hands. With him was all that I am. But if you ask me what I want at this point, I do not want my life back, I just love him and make him happy.
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