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14 Jul 2015 15:57

There was a blind girl who
was filled with animosity
and despised the world.
She didn't have many
friends, just a boyfriend
who loved her deeply, like
no one else.
She always used to say
that she'd marry him if she
could see him. Suddenly,
one day someone donated
her a pair of eyes…
And that's when she
finally saw her boyfriend…
She was astonished to see
that her boyfriend too was
blind…
He told her, "You can see
me now, can we get
married?"
She replied, "And do
what? We'd never be
happy. I have my eye sight
now, but you're still blind.
It won't work out, I'm
sorry."
With a tear in his eye and
a smile on his face, he
meekly said, "I
understand. I just want
you to always be happy.
Take care of yourself, and
my eyes.." ,

14 Jul 2015 16:04

A Sad Love Story
One night a guy and girl
were driving home from
the movies. The boy
sensed there was
something wrong because
of the painful silence they
shared between them that
night. The girl then asked
the boy to pull over
because she wanted to
talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed and
that it was time to move
on.
A silent tear slid down his
cheek as he slowly
reached into his pocket
and passed her a folded
note. At that moment, a
drunk driver was speeding
down that very same
street. He swerved right
into the drivers seat,
killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl
survived. Remembering
the note, she pulled it out
and read it.
" Without your love, I
would die." ,

14 Jul 2015 16:12

A Silent Love
From the very beginning,
the girl's family objected
strongly on her dating this
guy. Saying that it has got
to do with family
background & that the girl
will have to suffer for the
rest of her life if she were
to be with him.
Due to family's pressure,
the couple quarrel very
often. Though the girl love
the guy deeply, but she
always ask him: "How
deep is your love for me?"
As the guy is not good
with his words, this often
causes the girl to be very
upset. With that & the
family's pressure, the girl
often vents her anger on
him. As for him, he only
endures it in silence.
After a couple of years, the
guy finally graduated &
decided to further his
studies in overseas. Before
leaving, he proposed to
the girl: "I'm not very
good with words. But all I
know is that I love you. If
you allow me, I will take
care of you for the rest of
my life. As for your family,
I'll try my best to talk
them round. Will you
marry me?"
The girl agreed, & with the
guy's determination, the
family finally gave in &
agreed to let them get
married. So before he
leaves, they got engaged.
The girl went out to the
working society, whereas
the guy was overseas,
continuing his studies.
They sent their love
through emails & phone
calls. Though it's hard, but
both never thought of
giving up.
One day, while the girl
was on her way to work,
she was knocked down by
a car that lost control.
When she woke up, she
saw her parents beside
her bed. She realized that
she was badly injured.
Seeing her mum crying,
she wanted to comfort
her. But she realized that
all that could come out of
her mouth was just a sigh.
She has lost her voice......
The doctor says that the
impact on her brain has
caused her to lose her
voice. Listening to her
parents' comfort, but with
nothing coming out from
her, she broke down.
During the stay in hospital,
besides silence cry,.....it's
still just silence cry that
companied her. Upon
reaching home, everything
seems to be the same.
Except for the ringing tone
of the phone. Which
pierced into her heart
every time it rang. She
does not wish to let the
guy know. & not wanting
to be a burden to him, she
wrote a letter to him
saying that she does not
wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the
ring back to him. In return,
the guy sent millions &
millions of reply, and
countless of phone calls,..
all the girl could do,
besides crying, is still
crying....
The parents decided to
move away, hoping that
she could eventually
forget everything & be
happy.
With a new environment,
the girl learnt sign
language & started a new
life. Telling herself
everyday that she must
forget the guy. One day,
her friend came & told her
that he's back. She asked
her friend not to let him
know what happened to
her. Since then, there
wasn't anymore news of
him.
A year has passed & her
friend came with an
envelope, containing an
invitation card for the
guy's wedding. The girl
was shattered. When she
opened the letter, she saw
her name in it instead.
When she was about to
ask her friend what's
going on, she saw the guy
standing in front of her. He
used sign language telling
her "I've spent a year's
time to learn sign
language. Just to let you
know that I've not
forgotten our promise. Let
me have the chance to be
your voice. I Love You.
With that, he slipped the
ring back into her finger.
The girl finally smiled..

17 Jul 2015 21:07

why not tell our love story

17 Jul 2015 21:13

Quote by quiete
why not tell our love story

nay u can post our love story here when ur free..

24 Jul 2015 03:02

it soon to post here tay

24 Jul 2015 04:01

24 Jul 2015 04:02

Nice c0llecti0n......

27 Jul 2015 22:23

When I got home that night
as my wife served dinner, I
held her hand and said, I’ve got
something to tell you. She sat
down and ate quietly. Again, I
observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to
open my mouth. But I had to
let her know what I was
thinking. I want a divorce. I
raised the topic calmly.
She didn’t seem to be annoyed
by my words, instead she asked
me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This
made her angry. She threw
away the chopsticks and
shouted at me, you are not a
man! That night, we didn’t talk
to each other. She was weeping.
I knew she wanted to find out
what had happened to our
marriage. But I could hardly
give her a satisfactory answer;
she had lost my heart to Jane. I
didn’t love her anymore. I just
pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I
drafted a divorce agreement
which stated that she could own
our house, our car, and 30%
stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore
it into pieces. The woman who
had spent ten years of her life
with me had become a stranger.
I felt sorry for her wasted time,
resources and energy but I
could not take back what I had
said for I loved Jane so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front
of me, which was what I had
expected to see. To me her cry
was actually a kind of release.
The idea of divorce which had
obsessed me for several weeks
seemed to be firmer and clearer
now.
The next day, I came back home
very late and found her writing
something at the table. I didn’t
have supper but went straight
to sleep and fell asleep very fast
because I was tired after an
eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still
there at the table writing. I just
did not care so I turned over
and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented
her divorce conditions: she
didn’t want anything from me,
but needed a month’s notice
before the divorce. She
requested that in that one
month we both struggle to live
as normal a life as possible. Her
reasons were simple: our son
had his exams in a month’s
time and she didn’t want to
disrupt him with our broken
marriage.

27 Jul 2015 22:24

This was agreeable to me. But
she had something more, she
asked me to recall how I had
carried her into out bridal
room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day
for the month’s duration I
carry her out of our bedroom
to the front door ever morning.
I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days
together bearable I accepted
her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s
divorce conditions. . She
laughed loudly and thought it
was absurd. No matter what
tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said
scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any
body contact since my divorce
intention was explicitly
expressed. So when I carried
her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy. Our son
clapped behind us, daddy is
holding mommy in his arms.
His words brought me a sense
of pain. From the bedroom to
the sitting room, then to the
door, I walked over ten meters
with her in my arms. She closed
her eyes and said softly; don’t
tell our son about the divorce. I
nodded, feeling somewhat
upset. I put her down
outsidethe door. She went to
wait for the bus to work. I
drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us
acted much more easily. She
leaned on my chest. I could
smell the fragrance of her
blouse. I realized that I hadn’t
looked at this woman carefully
for a long time. I realized she
was not young any more. There
were fine wrinkles on her face,
her hair was graying! Our
marriage had taken its toll on
her. For a minute I wondered
what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted
her up, I felt a sense of
intimacy returning. This was the
woman who had given ten years
of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I
realized that our sense of
intimacy was growing again. I
didn’t tell Jane about this. It
became easier to carry her as
the month slipped by. Perhaps
the everyday workout made me
stronger.
She was choosing what to wear
one morning. She tried on quite
a few dresses but could not find
a suitable one. Then she sighed,
all my dresses have grown
bigger. I suddenly realized that
she had grown so thin, that was
the reason why I could carry
her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had
buried so much pain and
bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out
and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment
and said, Dad, it’s time to carry
mom out. To him, seeing his
father carrying his mother out
had become an essential part of
his life. My wife gestured to our
son to come closer and hugged
him tightly. I turned my face
away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this
last minute. I then held her in
my arms, walking from the
bedroom, through the sitting
room, to the hallway. Her hand
surrounded my neck softly and
naturally. I held her body
tightly; it was just like our
wedding day.
But her much lighter weight
made me sad. On the last day,
when I held her in my arms I
could hardly move a step. Our
son had gone to school. I held
her tightly and said, I hadn’t
noticed that our life lacked
intimacy.
I drove to the office…. jumped
out of the car swiftly without
locking the door. I was afraid
any delay would make me
change my mind…I walked
upstairs. Jane opened the door
and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I
do not want the divorce
anymore.
She looked at me, astonished,
and then touched my forehead.
Do you have a fever? She said. I
moved her hand off my head.
Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t
divorce. My marriage life was
boring probably because she
and I didn’t value the details of
our lives, not because we didn’t
love each other anymore. Now I
realize that since I carried her
into my home on our wedding
day I am supposed to hold her
until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake
up. She gave me a loud slap and
then slammed the door and
burst into tears. I walked
downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I
ordered a bouquet of flowers
for my wife. The salesgirl asked
me what to write on the card. I
smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you
out every morning until death
do us apart.
That evening I arrived home,
flowers in my hands, a smile on
my face, I run up stairs, only to
find my wife in the bed – dead.
My wife had been fighting
CANCER for months and I was
so busy with Jane to even
notice. She knew that she would
die soon and she wanted to
save me from the whatever
negative reaction from our son,
in case we push thru with the
divorce.– At least, in the eyes of
our son— I’m a loving
husband…

27 Jul 2015 22:27

i found that story at sizzlingfeed and it really bring me to tears

27 Jul 2015 23:14

From the very beginning, the
girl's family objected strongly
on her dating this guy. Saying
that it has got to do with
family background & that the
girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to
be with him.

28 Jul 2015 03:35

Quote by quiete
i found that story at sizzlingfeed and it really bring me to tears

thanks for posting nay this story making me cry too '

28 Jul 2015 04:55

Quote by imranali786
From the very beginning, the
girl's family objected strongly
on her dating this guy. Saying
that it has got to do with
family background & that the
girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to
be with him.

thanks 4 posting

4 Aug 2015 10:23

I a m tired of always waiting for your call
that never comes. I'm tired of waiting
for I love you and instead getting a
pause...u used to love me soo incredibly
much...and now I feel nothing from you
..no feelings for me no compassion...im
sick of my mom coming home and having to
wipe off the tears so she doesn't lecture
me. having to hide my feelings because
everyone is so sick of me being miserable
but loving you too much to leave this
bullshit. I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
AGAIN...BUT YOURE NOT IN LOVE WITH ME AND
ITS KILLING ME SO MUCH. I hope i am the
one for you and someday you realize it.
for now ill be patient....I am tired of
being tired...tired of waiting for you to
give me an answer...tired of being treated
like im not a human being...tired of
being in love with someone who's not in
love with me. mostly tired of everything
that has to do with this. But my loves
going to be there forever, even if I
don't want it to be. even if I want so
badly to move on from you. I can't...I!
I ll be in love with you even if u get
married and leave me. that's the sad
part.. I am always going to be waiting
inside...waiting for my heart to explode.
for you to always remember me would be the
only up to this..

4 Aug 2015 10:33

I'm so tired of
pretending everything’s ok. My tears are starting to
show and my smile is
fading away. Every time I meet someone
now, I have to make my heart a little bit harder.
Because I know if I open my
heart and let them in, I will be left broken. I’m tired
of trying, sick
of crying, I know I’ve been smiling, bit inside I’m
dying. It’s the loneliest
feeling in the world- to find yourself standing up
when everyone else is
sitting down. I know what it feels
like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the
sound of your own
footsteps. I know it seems like I’m
this strong girl who can get though anything, but
inside I’m fragile. People are always telling
me to smile, like smiling is going to just take away all
the hurt and pain. Well I’ve tried that,
I’ve tried hiding my sorrows and covering the sadness
in smiles and what I’ve
learned is that…when it huts this much inside your
hear always has a way of
showing it no matter how many masks you wear. You
can’t just hug me and
say its okay because right now it doesn’t feel that
way. Her sadness did not have
that. It dripped slowly into her life without her
noticing it, at least, not
noticing it until it consumed her fully and smothered
her with darkness. All I can see is a past
that I barely recognize anymore. Look at me. You may
think
you see who I really am, but you’ll never know me. I
just say ‘oh I’m fine’
and walk away. Nobody’s ever said to me ‘no you’re
not’. You say I’m always happy,
and that I’m good at what I do, but what you’ll never
realize, is that I’m a
damn good actress too. I don’t know what I want
in life; I don’t know what I want right now. All I know
is that I’m hurting so
much that it’s eating me, and one day, there won’t
be any of me left. There is a girl in my
mirror crying tonight and there is nothing I can tell
her to make her feel
alright. I can’t stop crying. And
it’s not the loud screaming crying…it’s just the tears
continuously roll down
my face, and I can’t do anything to stop them.
Death is God’s way of
saying ‘you’re fired’, suicide is my way of saying ‘I
quit’. I lay in my bed at night,
hoping I will wake up in the emergency room and hear
the words, ‘she’s not
going to make it’? The days when nothing
really goes wrong but you feel like you hate the world
and, the smallest thing
that happens can make you break down right there
and cry. I sit in my room, and
hide in my shell, the life I’m living, my own private
hell. The crimson tears,
down my arm they run. I look down at my arm, what
have I done? I hate to see the one I
love happy with somebody but I surely hate it more to
see the one I love
unhappy with me… We were like Romeo and
Juliet. I thought we’d do anything for each other.
But Romeo didn’t break
Juliet’s heart. A break up is like a
broken mirror. It is better to leave it broken than
hurt yourself trying to fix
it. Don’t say we’re not right
for each other, the way I see it, we’re not meant for
anyone else. I don’t know what to do
now that we’re apart; I don’t know how to live
without the other half of my
heart. There is nothing sadder
in this life than to watch someone you love walk away,
after they left you. To
watch the distance between your two bodies expand
until there is nothing life
but empty space and silence. You said you didn’t
want
to see me get hurt, so does that mean you closed
your eyes when I cried?

4 Aug 2015 10:55

I Hate love Stories ( just joking)

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