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22.09.2019

People from different countries talk about joyful moments from their lives ... (translation of the article "Tiny Love Stories to Make You Smile" on fit4brain.com)

Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that no one invited me to graduation when I was finishing school, so I didn’t go. He showed up at my house this evening, dressed in a suit and took him to his prom as a girlfriend.

Today I was sitting in the park eating my sandwich for lunch when I saw a car with an elderly couple drive up to an old oak tree nearby. His windows dropped and the sounds of good jazz were heard. Then the man got out of the car, helped his companion get out, took her a few meters away from the car and for the next half hour they danced under an old oak tree to the sound of beautiful melodies.

Today I operated on a little girl. She needed the first blood group. We didn't have one, but her twin brother has the same group. I explained to him that it was a matter of life and death. He thought for a moment and then said goodbye to his parents. I didn't pay attention to it until we took blood and he asked, "So when will I die?" He thought he was giving his life for her. Luckily they are both fine now.

Today my dad is the best dad you can dream of. He is my mother's loving husband (always makes her laugh), he has been to every one of my football matches since I was 5 (I'm 17 now), and he supports our entire family by working as a construction foreman. This morning, as I searched my father's toolbox for pliers, I found dirty folded paper at the bottom. It was an old journal entry written by my father exactly one month before the day I was born. It read: “I am eighteen years old, an alcoholic who was kicked out of college, an unfortunate suicide, child abuse victim and a criminal history of car theft. And next month, the "teenage father" will also appear on the list. But I swear that I will do everything the way it needs for my baby. I will be the father I never had. " And I don't know how he did it, but he did it.

Today my 8 year old son hugged me and said, "You are the best mom in the world." I smiled and asked sarcastically, “How do you know? You haven't seen all the mothers in the world. " But my son, in response to this, hugged me even tighter and said: “I saw. You are my world. "

Today I was seeing an elderly patient with severe Alzheimer's disease. He can rarely remember his own name and often forgets where he is and what he said a minute earlier. But by some miracle (and I think this miracle is called love), every time his wife comes to visit him, he remembers who she is and greets her with the words "Hello, my beautiful Kate."

Today my Labrador is 21 years old. He can barely get up, he can hardly see or hear anything, and he doesn’t even have the strength to bark. But every time I walk into the room, he wags his tail happily.

Today is our 10th anniversary, but since my husband and I recently lost our jobs, we agreed not to spend money on gifts. When I woke up this morning, my husband was already in the kitchen. I went downstairs and saw beautiful wild flowers all over the house. There were at least 400 of them, and he really didn't spend a dime.

My 88 year old grandmother and her 17 year old cat are blind. A guide dog helps my grandmother to move around the house, which is natural and normal. Recently, however, the dog began to drive around the house and the cat. When the cat meows, the dog comes up and rubs his nose against it. Then the cat gets up and begins to follow the dog - to the stern, to the "toilet", to the chair in which she likes to sleep.

Today my older brother donated his bone marrow for the 16th time to help me with cancer treatment. He communicated directly with the doctor, and I did not even know about it. And today my doctor told me that the treatment seems to be working: "The number of cancer cells has dropped dramatically in the last few months."

Today I was driving home with my grandfather when he suddenly made a U-turn and said: “I forgot to buy a bouquet of flowers for my grandmother. We'll stop by the florist at the corner. It will only take a second. " “What's so special today that you have to buy her flowers?” I asked. “Nothing special,” Grandpa said. “Every day is special. Your grandmother loves flowers. They make her smile. "
Today I reread the suicide letter I wrote on September 2, 1996, two minutes before my girlfriend knocked on the door and said "I'm pregnant." Suddenly I felt that I wanted to live again. Today she is my beloved wife. And my daughter, who is already 15 years old, has two younger brothers. From time to time I reread this letter from my death to remind myself how grateful I am - I have a second chance to live and love.

Today my 11-year-old son is fluent in sign language because his friend Josh, with whom they grew up since infancy, is deaf. I am pleased to see how their friendship grows stronger every year.

Today I am the proud mother of a 17-year-old blind boy. Although my son was born blind, this did not prevent him from studying perfectly, becoming a guitarist (the first album of his group has already exceeded 25,000 downloads on the network) and a great guy for his girlfriend Valerie. Today his younger sister asked what he loves most about Valerie and he replied: “Everything. She is beautiful. "

Today I was serving an elderly couple in a restaurant. They looked at each other so that it was immediately evident that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me guess. You've been together for many, many years. " They smiled and the woman said, “Actually, no. Today is our fifth anniversary. We both outlived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to love. "

Today my dad found my little sister - alive, chained to the wall in the barn. She was abducted near Mexico City five months ago. The authorities stopped looking for her two weeks after her disappearance. My mother and I have come to terms with her death - we buried her last month. All our family and her friends came to the funeral. Everyone except her father - he was the only one who continued to look for her. “I love her too much to give up,” he said. And now she is at home - because he really didn’t give up.

Today I found in our papers an old diary of my mother, which she kept in high school. It listed a list of qualities that she hoped to ever find in her boyfriend. This list is almost an accurate description of my father, and my mother only met him when she was 27.

Today in the school chemistry lab, my partner was one of the most beautiful (and popular) girls in the entire school. And although I had not even dared to speak to her before, she turned out to be very simple and sweet. In class we chatted, laughed, and in the end we still got an A (she turned out to be also smart). After that, we began to communicate outside the classroom. Last week, when I found out that she had not yet chosen with whom to go to the school ball, I wanted to invite her, but again I didn’t have the heart. And today, during lunchtime in a cafe, she ran up to me and asked if I would like to invite her. So I did, and she kissed me on the cheek and said: "Yes!"

Today my grandfather has an old photo from the 60s on his nightstand, in which he and grandmother are laughing merrily at a party. My grandmother died of cancer in 1999 when I was 7. Today I looked into his house and my grandfather saw me looking at this photo. He came up to me, hugged me and said: "Remember - if something does not last forever, it does not mean that it is not worth it."

Today I tried to explain to my two daughters 4 and 6 years old that we will have to move from our house with four bedrooms to an apartment with only two until I find a new well-paid job. The daughters looked at each other for a moment, and then the younger one asked: "Will we all move there together?" “Yes,” I replied. “Well, then there’s nothing wrong with that,” she said.
Today I was sitting on the balcony of the hotel and saw a couple in love walking on the beach. Their body language showed that they were truly enjoying each other's company. When they got closer, I realized that they were my parents. And 8 years ago they almost got divorced.

Today, when I knocked on my wheelchair and told my husband, "You know, you are the only reason I would like to get rid of this thing," he kissed my forehead and replied, "Honey, I don't even notice it."

Today my grandparents, who were already over ninety and who lived together for 72 years, both died in their sleep, about an hour apart.

Today my 6-year-old autistic sister spoke her first word - my name.

Today, at the age of 72, 15 years after the death of my grandfather, my grandmother is getting married again. I am 17 years old, and in all my life I have never seen her so happy. How inspiring it is to see people at this age, so in love with each other. It's never too late.

On this day, almost 10 years ago, I stopped at an intersection and another car crashed into me. His driver was a student at the University of Florida - like me. He apologized cordially. While we were waiting for the police and the tow truck, we got into conversation and soon, without holding back, laughed at each other's jokes. We exchanged numbers, and the rest is history. We recently celebrated our 8th anniversary.

Today, when my 91-year-old grandfather (military doctor, war hero and successful businessman) was lying in a hospital bed, I asked him what he considered his greatest achievement. He turned to his grandmother, took her hand and said: "The fact that I have grown old with her."

Today, as I watched my 75-year-old grandparents in the kitchen have fun and laugh at each other's jokes, I realized that I was able to see for a short moment what true love is. I hope someday I will be able to find it.
On this day, exactly 20 years ago, I risked my life to save a woman who was being carried away by the swift current of the Colorado River. This is how I met my wife - the love of my life.

Today, at our 50th wedding anniversary, she smiled at me and said, "I wish I had met you earlier."

Have you heard the tale of the Crane and the Heron? We can say that this story was copied from us. When one wanted, the other refused, and vice versa ...

Real life story

“Okay, see you tomorrow,” I said into the phone to end the conversation, which had lasted more than two hours.

One would think that we are talking about a meeting. Moreover, in a place well known to both of us. But that was not the case. We were just making arrangements for ... the next call. And everything looked exactly the same for several months. Then I called Polina for the first time in four years. And I pretended to just call to find out how she was doing, but in fact I wanted to renew the relationship.

I met her shortly before leaving school. We were both in a relationship then, but a spark really ran between us. However, only a month after we met, we parted with partners. Nevertheless, we were in no hurry to get closer. Because on the one hand, we were attracted by something in each other, but on the other hand, something constantly interfered. As if we were afraid that our connection would be dangerous. In the end, after a year of mutual study of each other, we became a couple. And if up to that time our relations developed very slowly, then since we became together everything has started to spin at a very fast pace. A period of strong mutual attraction and dizzying emotions began. We felt that we could not exist without each other. And then ... we parted.

Without any clarification. It’s just that one day we didn’t agree on another meeting. And then none of us called the other for a week, expecting this act from the other side. I even wanted to do it at some point ... But then I was young and green, and did not think to do it - I just took it and took offense at Polina for so easily abandoning our reverent relationship. So I decided not to impose on her. I knew I was thinking and acting stupid. But then I could not calmly analyze what happened. It was only after some time that I began to really understand the situation. Gradually I realized the stupidity of my act.

I think we both felt that we were a good match for each other, and just started to fear what might happen next to our "big love". We were very young, we wanted to get a lot of experience in love affairs, and most importantly, we did not feel ready for a serious, stable relationship. Most likely, we both wanted to “freeze” our love for several years, and “unfreeze” it one day, at one fine moment, when we feel that we are ripe for it. Unfortunately, this did not work out that way. After parting, we did not completely lose touch - we had many common acquaintances, we went to the same places. Therefore, from time to time we bumped into each other, and these were not the best moments.

I myself do not know why, but each of us considered it our duty to send the other a caustic sarcastic remark afterwards, as if an accusation of what had happened. I even decided to do something about it and offered to meet to discuss "complaints and grievances." Polina agreed, but ... did not come to the appointed place. And when we met by chance, two months later, she started stupidly explaining why then she made me stand pointlessly in the wind, and then didn't even call. Then she again asked me to meet, but again she did not appear.

The beginning of a new life ...

Since then, I began to deliberately avoid places where I could accidentally meet her. Thus, we have not seen each other for several years. Some rumors reached me about Polina - I heard that she was dating someone, that she had left the country for a year, but then returned and started living with her parents again. I tried to ignore this information and live my own life. I had two novels - as it seemed, very serious, but in the end nothing came of them. And then I thought: I'll talk to Polina. I could not imagine what had shot into my head then! No, I know. I missed her ... I really, really missed her ...

She was surprised by my phone call, but also delighted. We talked for several hours then. Likewise the next day. And the next one. It's hard to say what we discussed for so long. In general - all about a little and a little about everything. We tried to avoid only one topic. This topic was ourselves ...

It looked as if we, in spite of the past years, were afraid to be honest. However, one day, Polina said:

- Listen, maybe we will finally decide on something?

“No, thanks,” I replied immediately. “I don’t want to disappoint you again.

There was a silence in the receiver.

“If you’re afraid I’m not coming, you can come to me,” she finally said.

“Yeah, and you’ll tell your parents to kick me out,” I snorted.

- Rostik, stop! - Polina began to get nervous. - Everything was so good, and you ruin everything again.

- Again! - I was outraged in earnest. - Maybe you can tell me what I did?

- Most likely what you can't do. You won't call me for months.

“But you’ll call me daily,” I imitated her voice.

- Don't turn things upside down! - Polina shouted, and I sighed heavily.

- I don’t want to be left with nothing again. If you want to see me, then come to me yourself, - I announced to her. - I'm waiting for you in the evening, at eight o'clock. I hope you come ...

- Whatever, - Polina hung up the phone.

New circumstances ...

For the first time since we started calling, we had to say goodbye in anger. And most importantly, now I had no idea if she would call me again, and would she come to me? Polina's words could be interpreted exactly as an agreement to come and a refusal. However, I was expecting her. I cleaned my studio apartment, which didn't happen very often. Prepared supper, bought wine and flowers. And I finished reading the story: "". Every minute of waiting made me even more nervous. I even wanted to give up my rude behavior and intransigence in the matter of the meeting.

At fifteen minutes past eight I began to wonder whether I should go to Pauline's? I didn’t go just because she could come to me at any moment, and we would have missed each other. At nine o'clock, I lost hope. Angrily began to dial her number to tell her what I think of her. But he did not complete the matter and pressed "Hang up". Then I wanted to call again, but I thought to myself that she might regard this call as a manifestation of my weakness. I didn’t want Polina to know how worried I was that she didn’t come, and how painfully her indifference hurt me. I decided to spare her that much pleasure.

I went to bed only at 12 o'clock in the morning, but I could not sleep for a long time, because I was thinking about this situation. On average, every five minutes I changed my point of view. At first I thought that only I was to blame, because if I had not been stubborn like a donkey and came to her, then our relationship would have improved, and we would have been happy. After a while, I began to reproach myself for such naive thoughts. She would have kicked me out anyway! And the more I thought so, the more I believed in it. When I was almost asleep ... the intercom rang.

At first I thought it was some kind of mistake or joke. But the intercom kept ringing persistently. Then I had to get up and answer:

- Two o'clock in the morning! - angrily barked into the receiver.

Needless to say, I was surprised. And how! With a trembling hand, I pressed the button to open the entrance door. What will be next?

After a long two minutes I heard a call. I opened the door ... and saw Polina sitting in a wheelchair, accompanied by two orderlies. She had a cast on her right leg and right arm. Before I could ask what happened, one of the men said:

- The girl herself checked out of her own accord and insisted that we bring her here. On this, apparently, her whole future life depends.

I didn't ask anything else. The orderlies helped Polina to sit on a large sofa in the living room and quickly left. I sat down opposite her and looked at her in surprise for a whole minute.

There was complete silence in the room.

“I'm glad you came,” I said, and Polina smiled.

“I've always wanted to come,” she replied. - Do you remember how the first time we agreed to meet, but I didn’t come? Then my grandmother died. The second time my dad had a heart attack. It sounds incredible, but it's still true. As if someone didn't want us to ...

“But now, I see, you didn’t pay attention to the obstacles,” I smiled.

“It happened a week ago,” Polina pointed to the plaster cast. - Slipped on the icy sidewalk. Thought we would meet when I recovered ... but I thought I should just put in a little effort. I was worried about you ...
I didn't answer and just kissed her.

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site collected 10 stories about people whose love is not afraid of trials.

One evening I realized how much you need to love women. In the underpass I helped my grandmother to go upstairs with her bags. She thanked her, then, having hesitated a little, asked to accompany her to the courtyard of the house. It turned out that my help was needed to get there as soon as possible, since her husband meets her every time she leaves the house. An almost blind old man with a cane could barely move around the yard. He went to meet his beloved and take the packages from the store from her. I immediately remembered how often I refused to meet my girlfriend from the store or from the train, because I was too lazy.

At the age of 19, I lost my leg. Then I met a girl, we had love. Suddenly she went abroad, said to earn money for us. I wanted to believe it, but I knew that she was lying. At one point, I told her that I wanted to leave her (she’s better off). About a month later I was sitting at home, the doorbell rang. I took crutches, opened the door, and there she is! Before he could say anything, he got a slap in the face, could not resist and fell. She sat down next to me, hugged her and said: “Idiot, I didn’t run away from you. Tomorrow we are going to the clinic, we will try on a prosthesis for you. I went to make money for you. You will be able to walk normally again, do you understand? " In this moment I had a lump in my throat, I could not say a word ... I held her tight and just cried.

My older sister got married. Very often, her husband is capricious and makes a displeased face, they say, I will not eat this: she cut the meat not the way he likes it. In these moments, I remember my sister's ex-boyfriend: she cooked chicken liver, and he always ate it, said that he hadn’t tasted anything tastier. And then it turned out that he was allergic to the liver. He loved his sister madly.

After giving birth, my wife's eyesight began to deteriorate. She had worn glasses before, but then it became very bad. I didn’t have the strength to watch how she was suffering - he took additional work, even found money on the Internet. He worked like an immortal pony, almost a year did not get enough sleep. And so it happened! I saved up for my wife for laser vision correction. She recently returned from the hospital, was surprised at everything around. And don't give a damn about this year, about wasted energy and sleepless nights! I have a healthy son and a happy wife, and this is the main thing.

At the age of 18, I was diagnosed with a small brain tumor. I thought I was cancer and would die soon, so I told my boyfriend that I would understand everything if he left me. To which he translated everything as a joke and replied that he could only throw me over the thigh (he is a wrestler) if I once again start a similar conversation. As a result, the tumor turned out to be benign. Now I am 21 years old, we have been married for 2 years, we are raising a daughter. I will never forget his support at such a difficult moment for me.

Recent times mom has heart problems, I have been living with her for a week, my father has been on a business trip for a month. He was supposed to return yesterday. In the evening we sit in the kitchen, I look at her: thin, pale, beautiful. There is an icy calm on his face, and his hands are trembling. The keys are in the lock, dad is back. Mom ran to the door, grabbed him, cries and says something unintelligible. He hugs her to him, and I stand aside and smile. His love is her most important medicine.

I met a guy on the Internet. Cheerful, educated, good-natured. Plus a very pleasant appearance. We talked on Skype for several years. Later I realized that I love him. He reciprocated, but was afraid to meet. She insisted on her own, came to him a thousand kilometers. It turned out that the young man is disabled. Can't walk. Spent three months together. Soon we will submit an application to the registry office. For me he is the best, my Professor X!

I am sterile. The first girl with whom he was in a serious relationship, I didn't talk about it for a long time, I was afraid, and when the truth was revealed, she just left. I went through a year of depression, then there was still a relationship, but they ended in nothing. About six months ago I met a girl, fell deeply in love, kept silent about my problem, yesterday I told everything. I was ready for anything, but she looked at me and said that in the future it would be possible to take the child from the orphanage. I burst into tears, I want to marry her.
We recently moved to an apartment in St. Petersburg and started making repairs. When the floor was dismantled, they found a niche with letters: the woman Anna wrote to her husband Eugene, how they live with their three children, how they survive, or rather, how the city does not give up, how they all look forward to meeting. The last letter cut into the soul: “We are very much looking forward to you, Zhenechka. I can’t write anymore, I’ve run out of pencil, but I’ll think about you. Feel us, look at the sky and feel. "
I met with the most ordinary beautiful girl, spoiled by a good life. It was easy and fun with her, and the means allowed her to satisfy her whims. Made her an offer, she agreed. But literally a couple of weeks later I had an accident, I was partially paralyzed. A pampered girl for several months was a nurse for me, a loving woman and a reliable friend despite how helpless and pathetic I was. She sold a lot of things that I thought she couldn't live without. I learned to cook because I needed special food. She forbade me to apologize. Not a shadow of doubt, disgust or fear flickered on her face during all this time.

"The first of April - I don't believe anyone!" - who does not know this saying ?! But for me this notorious date, which coincided with the day of my appearance in the law office, meant nothing, and you can't fool me anyway! I don’t take anyone’s word on other days either! And not at all because I was once "burned in milk", it's just that I have been like this since childhood.
Even at school, the nickname Thomas the unbeliever firmly adhered to me, and not only because of the name Fomin, but also because I always doubted everything. “It will be very difficult for you in life! - my mother told me. - Trust the person who gave birth to you and wants only happiness! You risk being left not only without friends, but also without protection from your family! "
My mother and I have always been very close, talked a lot about life, about relationships between people. And, as I got older, I began to ask her more serious questions, in particular, concerning my father. And as a result, I came to the conclusion that my attitude to life is not accidental at all! The fact is that I grew up in an incomplete family. Dad left us when I was two years old, and I don't remember him at all. He has a different family for a long time and a completely adult child. And all that my mother and I have left of him is only his last name, which I sometimes greatly regret ...

They say you can't escape fate. But how to understand - who is your destiny? The one whom you have known all your life, or the one you are ready to get to know every day?
Yura and I were "married" in kindergarten. The wedding was solemnly played - the whole group and the teacher with the nanny were invited. And for those around us, we became an inseparable couple: together we invented pranks, together we received from adults "what they deserved." When my grandmother sometimes picked me up from the kindergarten during the "quiet hour", I, leaving the bedroom, invariably went to the bed of my "faithful" for a farewell kiss on the cheek. The teachers laughed at such an open manifestation of children's love, but were secretly afraid - what would all this lead to?
And this led to the fact that Yurka and I went to the same school, to the same class and, of course, sat at the same desk. All ten years of study I regularly copied math from my “husband”, and he did English and Russian. At first they teased us with “the bride and groom”, but then they stopped - we did not pay any attention to it, simply because we had long been accustomed to the ridicule of others. Why worry? After all, they just envied us! Our parents were friends, we regularly visited each other and even occasionally spent vacations together. So the phrases of relatives about our happy family future did not bother Yura and me at all. Accustomed to the nickname "newlyweds" since kindergarten, we felt quite comfortable in this role.

I was seventeen, and this handsome grown man with exquisite gray hair was over forty. And yet, for me, there was no more desirable husband than him. I fell in love with my father's friend, the head of a large company. After school I tried to enter several institutes at once, but did not get enough points. I didn't want to go to study "anywhere" just to get a diploma. Mom was crying, grandmother called friends and acquaintances in search of cronies, and dad ... My “coming” dad, “Sunday” dad, who left the family ten years ago, found, as it seemed to everyone then, the best way out of the situation. He appeared at our house, as usual, on Sunday morning, and from the doorway ordered cheerfully: - Lyalka, stop roaring! - this is for mom. - Natasha, get ready quickly! - that's for me. - Again at ice cream parlors? - sobbed mom. - It still seems to you that she is a little girl, but we have problems! - I know. Therefore, I say: let him get ready quickly, they are waiting for us. You will, Natasha, work! There was silence: three women, opening their mouths, stared at my dad in shock. Satisfied with the effect, he laughed cheerfully. - Don't be alarmed, ladies! There is nothing wrong with that. A year will work, gain experience, then with experience it will be easier to enter. My friend just now needs a sensible secretary, and you, Natasha, are still so sensible! - Dad winked mischievously, and I immediately felt easy and cheerful.

At the mention of a date, girls usually roll their eyes dreamily, anticipating romance. I shudder with disgust - a consequence of sad personal experience. The first boy who invited me on a date was Maxim Erokhin. We studied together from the first grade, but only in the seventh grade did he pay attention to me. I was not myself from the unexpected happiness that fell on me. The one on which all the girls were drying up, suddenly resigned his next passion, beautiful and clever Caroline, and invited me to hang out in the evening near the school. I set out to water. All of herself so awesome, hobbled over to the school porch to kill him on the spot. I put on my mother’s high-heeled boots and perfumed her dressing room fifteen minutes late, as expected. Max carelessly chased the ball with the boys. “Come with us,” he suggested to me. I showed the pins capriciously. “Then stick around somewhere,” he commanded. I settled down on a bench near the sports ground. I sat there for two hours. Max ran up from time to time: either he handed the gloves over to save, then he trusted the mobile phone to hold it. When he managed to score a goal, he shouted triumphantly to me from afar:- Did you see that ?! I showed admiration. - How about tomorrow? He asked when it was time for me to return home.

The stranger from the minibus at first seemed to me like an ordinary impudent person who wanted to achieve my location by all means. But very soon I realized that I myself needed his attention. That evening everything turned out as badly as possible. Just before the end of the working day, the chef shouted for nothing, however, then he apologized, but that didn't make me feel better - the mood was ruined. The necessary minibus left from under my very nose, which means that we will again have to pick Mishka out of the kindergarten later than everyone else - the teacher is already glancing askance at me, dissatisfied with the fact that she has to guard my five-year-old son until late. And on top of all the misfortunes, the cosmetic bag tore when I took it out of the bag to tint my lips, and almost all the makeup spilled into the dirt. Almost crying, I wandered over to the small market next to the bus stop. For now, the next minibus will do ... During this time I will have time to buy Mishka a kinder-surprise, he loves them very much. *** - Girl, be careful! - some guy literally pulled me off the road at the last moment - in frustrated feelings I did not notice how the red light turned on, and almost stepped under the wheels of the "gazelle".

A beautiful love story is the most common subject for movies and books. And not in vain, because love twists and turns are interesting to everyone. There is not a single person on the planet who has not experienced at least once sincere affection, has not felt a storm in his chest. That is why we invite you to read non-fictional love stories: people themselves have shared these stories on the Internet. Honest and very touching, you will love it!

Story 1.

Parents divorced a year and a half ago. My father moved away from us, I live with my mother. After the divorce, my mother did not meet with anyone. I was constantly at work to forget about my dad. And about 3 months ago, I began to notice that my mother seemed to have someone. She became more cheerful, dresses better, lingers somewhere, comes with flowers, etc. I had two feelings, but then one day I come home from university a little earlier than usual and see my father walking around the house in trukhan and carrying coffee to my mom in bed. They are together again!

Story 2.

When I was 16, I met a guy. It was a real first love, mine and his. The purest and most sincere feelings. I had a great relationship with his family, but my mom didn't like him. At all. And she began hostilities: she locked me in the room, locked the phone, met me from school. This went on for 3 months. My beloved and I gave up, and each went his own way. After 3 years, I quarreled with my mother and left home. Happy because now she will not be able to decide everything for me, I came to him to report it. But he greeted me rather coldly, and I left, choking on tears. Many years later. I got married, gave birth to a child. A friend of that guy, a former classmate of mine, became the godfather of my child. And then one day his wife told me the love story of their friend, the story of our love, without even knowing that I was the same girl. His life did not work out either, he was married many times, but there was no happiness. He only loved me. And that day, when I came to his house, I was simply confused and did not know what to say. I recently found him on social networks, but he hasn't visited his page for many years. At the age of 16, my daughter met a guy and has been dating him for a year and a half. But I won't make my mom's mistake, even though I don't like him. At all…

Story 3.

3 years ago my kidney failed. There are no relatives or relatives. She got drunk with grief in the nearest bar and burst into tears, there was nothing to lose. A 27-year-old man sat down to me and asked what had happened. Word for word, I told about the grief, met, exchanged numbers, but I never called. I went to the hospital, and who was my surgeon? That's right, the same one. Helped to recover from surgery, we are planning a wedding.

Story 4.

I am a perfectionist. Recently we recalled how a guy stood in front of me once at the post office. So, on his backpack the zipper was not fully zipped. I tried to restrain myself, but in the end I boldly took a step forward and buttoned it to the end. The guy turned around and looked at me indignantly. By the way, we remembered it together with him, celebrating 4 years of relationship. Do what you want - maybe it's fate ...

Story 5.

I work in a flower shop. Today a buyer came and bought 101 roses for his wife. When I was packing, he said: "My girl will be glad." This buyer is 76 years old, I met my wife at 14, and now it's already 55 years old. After such cases, I begin to believe in love.

Story 6.

I work as a waitress. My ex, with whom I am on good terms, came and asked to book a table for the evening. He said he wanted to propose to the girl of his dreams. Okay, everyone's done. He came in the evening, sat down at the table, asked for wine, two glasses. Brought it, was about to leave, he asked me to sit down for a couple of minutes to talk. I sat down, and he knelt down, took out a ring and proposed to me! TO ME! Do you understand? I am in tears, my face is still in shock, but I sat down to him, kissed him and said yes. And he told me that he always loved me, and we parted in vain. And this will seal our relationship forever! God, I'm happy!

History 7.

Nobody believes me, but my husband was sent to me by stars. I am not a beauty, I am overweight, and the boys did not indulge me with attention, but I really wanted love and relationships. I was 19, I was lying on the beach at night, looking at the sky and sad. When the first star fell, I made love. Then the second one, on which I made a wish to meet her that very night, and decided that if the third falls, it will definitely come true ... And yes, she fell, literally right away. That night, my future husband wrote to me by mistake on the social network.

History 8.

At the age of 17, I had my first love, and my parents did not approve. Summer, warm nights, he came under my windows (1st floor) at 4 am to invite me to meet the dawn! And I ran through the window, although I was always a home girl. We walked, kissed, chatted about everything and nothing, we were free as the wind and happy! He brought me home by 7 am, when my parents were just getting up for work. No one noticed my absence, and this was the most adventurous and romantic act in my life.

History 9.

I walked with the dog in the courtyard of high-rise buildings and saw how one elderly man walked and asked everyone about the woman. He knew her last name, place of work, about her dog. Everyone brushed aside, and no one wanted to remember this certain woman, but he went and asked, asked. It turned out that this was his first love, he came many years later to his hometown and the first thing he did was to find out if she lived in the house in which he saw her for the first time and fell in love. At the end, a couple of guys about 14 years old called this woman. You should have seen their eyes when they met! Love doesn't just disappear!

Story 10.

My first love was crazy. We loved each other madly. On August 22, we "got married" by exchanging silver rings on the roof of an abandoned construction site. Now we are not together for a long time, but every year on August 22, without saying a word, we come to this construction site and just talk. That time was the best of my life.

History 11.

I lost my engagement ring a year ago, I was very upset, but my husband and I could not afford to buy another one. Yesterday I came home after work, there was a small box on the table with a new ring and a note "You deserve the best." It turned out that my husband had sold his grandfather's watch to buy me this ring. And today I sold my grandmother's earrings and bought him a new watch.

History 12.

With my first love, they were together from the cradle. And we had a cipher in which each letter was replaced by a serial number in the alphabet. For example, "I love you": 33. 20. 6. 2. 33. 13. 32. 2. 13. 32, etc. But in the end, already in adulthood, life took us along different banks, and we almost stopped communicate. She recently moved to my city for work, and we decided to meet. We walked for several hours, and then dispersed to their homes. And already closer to the night I received an SMS from her: "Let's try again." And at the end, those same numbers.

History 13.

My boyfriend had an anniversary a week ago, but we live in different cities. I decided to surprise him and come that day to spend it together. I bought a ticket, went to the station, I'm late. I run without looking back to my carriage ... Fuh, I made it. The train starts to move, I sit, I look out the window and who do I see? Yeah, her boyfriend with a bouquet of flowers. It turned out that he decided to give me the same surprise.

History 14.

And my beloved and I got along thanks to a fucking sense of humor. Once, when he was still just my neighbor, I asked him to look at a broken outlet. This joker, touching the outlet, began to pretend to be an electric shock - twitching and yelling. When I was already ready to push him away from the socket with the plinth that had just been torn off in panic, he sank to the floor with a lifeless look, and then jumped up with a shout: "Ahaaa". And I ... What about me? I grabbed my heart and imitated a heart attack in a very natural way. As a result, they laughed all evening, drank each other with brandy and never parted.