Stories of love

I love you. I love you so much. Thank you for being there for me all the time. You are the reason i get up in the morning without such a grumpy attitude, because i’m looking foward to texting you in the afternoon. I’m sorry that we haven’t been able to actually be together. That day will come soon. We’re not that far apart. I know i’m making you a “friendship bracelet” but really, i don’t like it’s name. Makes it sound like we’re nothing but friends. We got more going on though. SLEEP EARLIER! Don’t stay up for me,  but okay C: maybe deep down i like it that you do♥ 

Love, Me.

submitted by: glumbumx3

I sat next to you in every class from elementary school to high school. We were inseperable. Ever since the day I moved in next to you, our windows facing each other, we decided we would be best friends. We actually met at the after school program our mothers brought us to when we were 5. I remember you cornering me and telling me I would be your girlfriend some day, but we were so young then. You gave me my first kiss and slobbered all over my face. This was nothing like the movies. It was young love. When we were 9, you taught me how to ride a bike and made sure I didn’t fall. But I would, and I would walk home with scrapes and bruises and you would laugh, but you always did catch me. You would throw rocks at my window on Saturday mornings to wake me and you’d come over and watch cartoons and eat Cookie Crisps. You’d always add choclate milk to them; a habit I found odd but when I was alone, I favored it. When we were 12 we would ride our bikes to the community pool and sit with our bodies half in the water. But not for long, because then we would grab each others hands and swim to the bottom together. You were the only boy my mother let me spend time with, even have sleepovers with, even when she wanted me to hang out with more girls. I never did. All I wanted to do was be around you. 

Then came high school. You were playing football and my head was in the books. We never had time for each other anymore, but on the mornings we would walk to school together, we’d never run out of things to say. I’d listen to you tell me about your games and you’d listen to me talking about school. But when we were actually there, we would go our seperate ways, sadness in our step. I’d go through the halls and see you with your new link to the chain, and when practice was over I’d see her come home with you, but never met your mother. I was the only girl who your mother wanted you with, but she never told you that. That girl was replaced soon, anyway.

When you got injured, I watched you as you lied in bed, waiting. But that girl would only show up for a few minutes and then left. The girl who claimed to love you never took care of you. And I regretted everyday not going over there and giving you everything you needed. I did go over, once. I walked up to your room with a bowl of Cookie Crisps and knocked on your door. You couldn’t get up, but you yelled for me to come in, and when you saw it was me you lit up.Just came to bring you this. And to tell you that girl isn’t worth it, at all. You laughed and said I could’ve told you that. See? This is why I love you. Always looking out for me. I smiled, but I wondered what the “this is why I love you” meant. I wondered if he meant it like I meant it, because I meant it with all “I love you” can be meant with. He was terrifying when he said things like that. Maybe because, deep inside, I knew there was some truth to it. But on the surface, we were just friends.

Soon enough, the time for graduation came, and there we were, together, at someone’s party. Everyone was drinking and had fallen over each other, saying the usual: I’ll miss you, keep in touch, friends forever; only to lose communication not even a month later. But we were never like them. We would always carry a piece of each other no matter where we went and no mtter who we met. The memories we shared took over me and I kept going for more and more cups. I couldn’t forget you no matter how hard I tried, but I needed to, for just one night. I could barely walk; let alone drive home. But you asked around and found me passed out somewhere. You awoken me. I got you, you said as you lifted me and carried me home. I felt safe with you, like I always had. Your arms were warm and welcoming to me, the drunk me. I asked you to lay me on the grass; it was too hot out and the grass was cool. You were next to me, looking at me like I always wished you would, wiping the hair out of my face and behind my ears.

I was looking straight at you, realizing we were on my front lawn, where you and I always ended up on nights we would watch the stars and talk about our future. I don’t know what was going through your head, but I knew it was about me, because at that moment you let your hands slide down my sides, and then I felt the warmth of your fingertips at the nape of my neck. You leaned into me and we kissed. I was surprised, then got so wrapped up in it that I forgot how to breathe. Our mouths parted but our bodies did not. You told me you loved me and I was too nervous to say it back, but you smiled anyway, because you already knew.

While I was in my room that night, I knew you really did love me, because I was drunk and you were sober. You knew what you were doing. I knew you felt what I did. You wanted me as I always wanted you.

It took you 13 years to do what you said you would do. I was falling over you and you caught me. We’ll always carry a piece of each other.

Love, Me.

by: breannawrites

You’ve written me a letter before I left for vacation for a month..You said you’ll be here when I come back. You’ll run to me, hug me tightly, & kiss me repeatedly…Well now you won’t be here. You won’t run to me. You won’t hug me. You won’t kiss me at all…You’ve broken all the promises..You’ve made me so happy until I read that one relationship status on facebook..You haven’t broke up with me yet and you already put it as “single” I thought it was just a joke and I started thinking if it was real…People commented and I just wanted to run away because I don’t believe it at all..Now, I sit here with tears in my eyes as usual. It’s been almost a month since that happened and I’m not back from vacation yet…I still love you. I still miss you. I still want you. But, we’re just friends…which we never actually were. It was all love at first sight. I would call you “hubby” and you’d call me “hunny.” Now, I don’t even know what to call you…It’s weird not saying “hubby” I’ve always said it for about 7 months..It could’ve been 7 months in 2 days but you ended it..now I’m just crying every night & when you have to go, I type “I love you” and backspace it all the time…

Love, Me  

by: rawrritzsarahx

It’s only been 18 Days. E i g h t e e n. I’m falling more and more in love with you with every second i’m with you. We’ve already been through so much together, in only a period of 18 days. We share everything. You share my feelings, my thoughts, everything, as i do you. What i feel, you feel, and vice versa. It’s amazing how at the end of the day i’m always sure that i will be ohkay, that we will be ohkay. You give me hope again. You came into my life when i was drowned in my own tears. You took my hand, and pulled me out. You wiped away the tears from my face. You give me reason for everything. Even for the little things. You give me reason to sing again, to want to do my best and be my best. And the best part of all this? We’re over 4,000 miles apart, and still growing stronger everyday. I dont care what other people have to say about us, because they dont know how we feel, or how our journey goes. I love you, and all your imperfections. Because thats what makes you beautiful, inside and out. Our story will be incredible. Long distance commitment is so incredibly difficult, but i want this. I want to work for this, for us. TMJ, I love you so much. I’m certain i dont want to spend this life with anyone else now that i have you. You’re my happy ever after.

Love, Me.

by: blowingboobies

To you,

Hi honey. How do you do? It’s been a couple of days since we actually talked and I’ve missed so effin badly. I know you’re busy and all, and I know I said I understand but hey, what do you know? A girl can have her breakdowns, right? And when she does, don’t blame her for wanting her man by her side.

I had a conversation with a friend of mine just a couple hours a go as we’re enjoying some yogurt in Yogurtland. He was asking how my long distance relationship with you went, and I answered, “Good. I mean, we don’t have a status or anything. We’re just… us.” And he nodded like he understood and suddenly put his cup down and ask, “How can you do it? How can you not see each other and still love one another?”

I smiled and simply said, “Because we love one another, thus distance does not matter. And Skype is the saviour.”

On my way home I began to think about how we manage to work this on and off relationship for three years and now we’re parted by the Pacific Ocean and still manage to love each other the way we did three years a go. I don’t know if it’s the relationship without status or what, but I know we manage to pull this off because, well… we’re just us. And we don’t need some status to make us call each other or talk to each other. All we need is a simple thing called love and that keeps us going forward and forward.

I’m not sure what the point of this submission really is. I just miss you too badly and I’m really really glad when your MSN blinks green a few minutes a go. :)

Love,

Me

by: sashaaparilla

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This is a blog made of your love stories; whether they are fiction, non-fiction, your friends’ love stories, or your love story. These are all about love and all different kinds of love. Even if you’re long distance. Even if you live in the same town. Even if you’re neighbors. Even if you’re not together. If it was love, and you believe it was love, I want to hear it.

Love me.