Cute Love Stories
it's their 7th month anniversary and the girlfriend calls her boyfriend .
Girl:
i love you
Boy:
Yeah I know, everyone loves me!
-Girl:
Really?
- Boy:
Yeah.??.??.??everyone of my friends that are girls tell me that everyday.
- Girl:
Oh...but am I only your friend?
- Boy:
No...you're my girlfriend.??.??.??why???
- Girl:
So when I say I love you I really meant it
- Boy:
Yeah I know you do mean it...its just that you dont need to tell me that you love me anymore cuz I know you love me since the day we got together and i love you more each and everyday
- Girl:
......
- Boy:
So wanna go somewhere tonight for our 7 month anniversary?
- Girl:
Yeah...where?
- Boy:
I dont know...maybe movie then dinner?
-Girl:
Ok
Boy:
I'll pick you up after I get off and get ready ok?
- girl
Ok.
-Girl:
What time do you get off?
- Boy:
In 2 hours and then I gotta go home and yeah get ready which takes about 15-20 mintues...
-Girl:
hey...I thought you didnt have work today...
- Boy:
One of my co-workers called in sick.
- Girl:
Oh okay! So ill see you around 7:30 then?
- Boy:
Yeah! and babe?
- Girl:
Yeah?
- Boy:
I love you.
- Girl:
I love you too!
- Boy:
Ok my manager is like looking at me so yeah.... i gotta go.
- Girl:
Ok bye.
-Boy:
bye
*??*??*??*??*??*??* ?*??*??*??*??*??*??*??* ?*??*??*??*??*??*??*??* ??*??*??*??*??*??
2 hours later...
The guy drives to his girlfriends house and walks up to the door and rings bell.
-Girl:
Hey! (gives a kiss to her boyfriend)
- Boy:
Wassup...you ready?
- Girl:
Um.??.??.??wait.??.??.??let me get my bag and we can go ok?
- Boy:
Ok
They both watched a movie and ate dinner...once they were done eating they headed back to the car but before she got into the car...
- Boy:
Wait! Can I blind fold you?
- Girl:
Why??!
- Boy:
Its a suprise
- Girl:
What kind of suprise?
- Boy:
A big one
-Girl:
Okay but only if you promise me that you will hold my hand while we're driving.
Girl:
Ok blind fold me...
So they drove off.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??and then they stopped
- Boy:
Ok we're here!
-Girl:
Where?
- Boy:
Wait let me walk you to the place!
- Girl:
What place?
- Boy:
Somewhere! (and gives a kiss to her on the lips)
- Girl:
Baby!...
The boy walks her to the place.
- Boy:
Ok...let me take off the blind fold
- Girl:
Where are we?
He takes it off her and she opens her eyes and sees the view of the city and at that same spot...that's where he first asked her to be his girlfriend....
- Girl:
Oh my God....(tears come down)
- Boy:
Why are you crying?
- Girl:
This is where you first asked me out...
- Boy:
What are you doing the rest of your life? (he asked on his knees and after he says that...behind him...in the air it says "Will you marry me?" in fireworks)
- Girl:
(tears come down faster)
- Boy:
I wasnt at work when you called me...I was planning this whole thing!
- Girl:
Get up!
- Boy:
Yeah?
- Girl:
(kisses boy)
- Boy:
Is that a yes or a no?
- Girl:
Yes!
Girl:
i love you
Boy:
Yeah I know, everyone loves me!
-Girl:
Really?
- Boy:
Yeah.??.??.??everyone of my friends that are girls tell me that everyday.
- Girl:
Oh...but am I only your friend?
- Boy:
No...you're my girlfriend.??.??.??why???
- Girl:
So when I say I love you I really meant it
- Boy:
Yeah I know you do mean it...its just that you dont need to tell me that you love me anymore cuz I know you love me since the day we got together and i love you more each and everyday
- Girl:
......
- Boy:
So wanna go somewhere tonight for our 7 month anniversary?
- Girl:
Yeah...where?
- Boy:
I dont know...maybe movie then dinner?
-Girl:
Ok
Boy:
I'll pick you up after I get off and get ready ok?
- girl
Ok.
-Girl:
What time do you get off?
- Boy:
In 2 hours and then I gotta go home and yeah get ready which takes about 15-20 mintues...
-Girl:
hey...I thought you didnt have work today...
- Boy:
One of my co-workers called in sick.
- Girl:
Oh okay! So ill see you around 7:30 then?
- Boy:
Yeah! and babe?
- Girl:
Yeah?
- Boy:
I love you.
- Girl:
I love you too!
- Boy:
Ok my manager is like looking at me so yeah.... i gotta go.
- Girl:
Ok bye.
-Boy:
bye
*??*??*??*??*??*??* ?*??*??*??*??*??*??*??* ?*??*??*??*??*??*??*??* ??*??*??*??*??*??
2 hours later...
The guy drives to his girlfriends house and walks up to the door and rings bell.
-Girl:
Hey! (gives a kiss to her boyfriend)
- Boy:
Wassup...you ready?
- Girl:
Um.??.??.??wait.??.??.??let me get my bag and we can go ok?
- Boy:
Ok
They both watched a movie and ate dinner...once they were done eating they headed back to the car but before she got into the car...
- Boy:
Wait! Can I blind fold you?
- Girl:
Why??!
- Boy:
Its a suprise
- Girl:
What kind of suprise?
- Boy:
A big one
-Girl:
Okay but only if you promise me that you will hold my hand while we're driving.
Girl:
Ok blind fold me...
So they drove off.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??and then they stopped
- Boy:
Ok we're here!
-Girl:
Where?
- Boy:
Wait let me walk you to the place!
- Girl:
What place?
- Boy:
Somewhere! (and gives a kiss to her on the lips)
- Girl:
Baby!...
The boy walks her to the place.
- Boy:
Ok...let me take off the blind fold
- Girl:
Where are we?
He takes it off her and she opens her eyes and sees the view of the city and at that same spot...that's where he first asked her to be his girlfriend....
- Girl:
Oh my God....(tears come down)
- Boy:
Why are you crying?
- Girl:
This is where you first asked me out...
- Boy:
What are you doing the rest of your life? (he asked on his knees and after he says that...behind him...in the air it says "Will you marry me?" in fireworks)
- Girl:
(tears come down faster)
- Boy:
I wasnt at work when you called me...I was planning this whole thing!
- Girl:
Get up!
- Boy:
Yeah?
- Girl:
(kisses boy)
- Boy:
Is that a yes or a no?
- Girl:
Yes!
Billy loved Katie with all his heart. But he never told a Single soul. Katie secretly loved him too. But she thought she would never have a chance with him. Billy asked his friends what they think of her and his friends thought she was gay. They didn't like her at all. So Billy just went along with them. They all made fun of her and made her feel really bad. Katie was so upset.
One day they followed her home from school making fun of her the whole way home. Once she got inside her house she dropped to the floor cringe. She had a crush on Billy since 3rd grade. She didn't know what to do. When Billy got home he felt real bad about what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he was sorry and that he really loves her.
When he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.
The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the living room and found Katie lying dead on the floor. She had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he could never tell her how he really felt.
The lesson of this story is: Don't wait to until the last minute to tell someone how you really feel. Because it just might be too late. And don't always go by what your friends say, follow your heart.
One day they followed her home from school making fun of her the whole way home. Once she got inside her house she dropped to the floor cringe. She had a crush on Billy since 3rd grade. She didn't know what to do. When Billy got home he felt real bad about what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he was sorry and that he really loves her.
When he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.
The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the living room and found Katie lying dead on the floor. She had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he could never tell her how he really felt.
The lesson of this story is: Don't wait to until the last minute to tell someone how you really feel. Because it just might be too late. And don't always go by what your friends say, follow your heart.
It was autumn again. Sucking in the warm morning breeze, Mary smiled as she stretched her arms wide, as though embracing the beauty of nature. Jumping up and down in glee, she swirled around in the garden, with her long silky jet-black hair dancing behind her. By anyone’s standards, she was beautiful. Her cherry lips often gave way to smiles and laughter and her eyes a beautiful shade of blue.
She let the wind sting her cheeks as she ran around the garden, shrieking in joy, when she skidded on the fallen leaves only to find herself resting on the strong grasp of a hand. Opening her eyes, her heart momentarily stopped beating as she came face to face with a freckled-faced man. He grinned, revealing a row of yellowish teeth, and then opened his mouth, sending out a weave of nasty stench which smelled like a thousand rotten apples. Mary widened her eyes in horror, shocking the man as he lost grip of her and she fell on the floor.
Moaning miserably, she got up slowly from her supine position and grunted, flinging expletives at the bewildered man. But he only looked down without a word. “Are you mute! Can’t you even say sorry!” Mary cried out in frustration and stomped off. The man sighed and shook his head, picking up his broom to continue sweeping the fallen leaves.
The next day, Mary sat under a tree in the same garden, burying her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly, she felt her nose twitch as an unbearable stench gushed into her nostrils and she looked up, only to see a white handkerchief.
“You again” she folded her arms, obviously annoyed. The man lifted his right hand to the side of his forehead, an indication that he was sorry. He then pointed to the handkerchief, motioning her to wipe her tears. “A-Are you really… mute?” Mary stammered, afraid to know the answer. Instead, the man smiled, and distorted his face using his hands so he looked hilariously frightful. Mary laughed, and he whipped out a piece of paper from his back pocket and started scribbling. Like this, a few hours passed.
“If only my boyfriend was as understanding as you, John…” She mused sadly and continued, “But it doesn’t matter anymore.” And they sat in silence in the middle of the garden where brown leaves scattered, and where a beautiful friendship was already blossoming.
Day after day, Mary would look for John in the garden, where he would be sweeping the leaves. They enjoyed each other’s company immensely, even if it meant communicating through scraps of paper. Many a time, Mary did the talking and John, the listening, always ready with a handkerchief to chase away her sorrows. Whenever Mary was feeling down, John would bring her to the fields in the outskirts of the city where sunflowers bloomed its prettiest and hatred never existed. He would urge her to tell her unhappiness to a tree and then carve a tiny happy face at that portion of the trunk. Months soon passed, and this humble tree was soon filled with many happy faces. This was their paradise.
Unfortunately, their love was soon put to the test. It was past midnight. Mary was returning home from work and had taken the short cut through a deserted alley when two big burly men appeared before her. They had similar nasty stench drifting out of their mouths and snorted furiously like demented bulls.
“Leave John alone! He’s better off without women! He belongs with us to the underworld!” One of them boomed. Mary, frightened, shrieked and closed her eyes, muttering a short prayer as she anticipated her life to end at this juncture. Seconds passed, and she gingerly opened her eyes, to see an outline of a familiar figure wrestling with the two burly men. John was punched and kicked about like a rag doll. Blood trickling from his nose and forehead, he was sprawled on the ground, defenseless. “That’s what you get for betraying us,” they smirked in satisfaction and swaggered away.
“John!” Mary cried out, lifting him up and hugging him tightly. Examining his face carefully, she realised that like those burly men, he was filthy and smelly, but unlike them, he had the kindest and most beautiful eyes ever. She had come to love this man for who he was. It was a love that needed no words. Garnering the last ounce of strength in him, he took out the white handkerchief he always carried and held it out to her. She received the handkerchief with trembling hands. Inhaling sharply, she let Niagara Falls come.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me no matter what happens” She whispered. With quivering hands, he took out a scrap of paper and pen. “I’ll always be with you” He assured her. “I swear”. Smiling, she held out her last finger in which he hooked against his and they hugged.
Although belonging to different worlds, one a law graduate from Harvard and the other from the underworld, they never mentioned about their difference in status. Instead, their love only grew stronger after that fateful incident.
One day, Mary was on her way to the garden when a gush of fluid was flung at her face. Instantly, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes and the flash of light was soaked up by the spreading dark patches before her eyes. Her ear splitting screaming reverberated to John’s ears as he sallied forward towards the sound, only to see Mary already unconscious on the ground, and he knew it was the work of the two burly men.
Mary was rushed to the hospital forthwith but it was too late. She was to lose her sight. Her family was devastated and wailed in pain and anguish. Guilt-ridden to have caused misfortune to befall Mary and her family, John made up his mind. He knew what he had to do.
Packing the essentials, he decided to leave and quitted his job as a sweeper in the garden. Looking at the blissful pictures of Mary and himself, he sighed and threw them away.
“Mary! Can you see me?” Aunts jostled towards the weary girl and waved before her. The image she saw was a blur and she felt groggy. However, it was a great blessing that Mary had regained her sight. Looking into the mirror, she was startled to find that her eyes looked somewhat different. They were the same shade of blue, but now they exuberated great warmth and compassion.
Unfortunately, Mary soon realised that John had left her and was devastated. She bawled her heart out and pinned for him day and night. Thinking back on the promise he made to her, she hated him all the more.
One day, she decided to visit their place of paradise to relieve their happy days together. She walked to the tree where she used to pour out her unhappiness and leaned close to the trunk and touched its rough surface filled with happy faces. She wept uncontrollably as she ran her fingers down the trunk. Unexpectedly, she saw the words ‘I’ll be with you’ engraved on the foot of the tree trunk. Glimmers of hope began to light the darkness as she looked earnestly around, but what she saw left her dumbfounded.
On the bench sat a man with a pair of sunglasses and a walking stick. Under the scorching sun, he was sweating profusely and fished out a white handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe the perspiration. Coincidentally, a photo fell out from the pocket as well. With manifold feelings, Mary picked up the photo and looked at herself in the picture and was shocked. The man groped his back pocket for the photo and became flustered when it was no longer there. Slowly, Mary walked over and placed the photo in the man’s hands. It was only then that she tasted the warm salty wetness of her own tears and realised how hard she was crying.
The man bowed in gratitude and flashed his yellowish teeth which glistened in the morning sun.
“I’ll always be with you… “
Looking at the man who loved her so deeply, she smiled. Touching her eyes which were once his, tears streaked down her cheeks. His eyes brimming with her tears.
She let the wind sting her cheeks as she ran around the garden, shrieking in joy, when she skidded on the fallen leaves only to find herself resting on the strong grasp of a hand. Opening her eyes, her heart momentarily stopped beating as she came face to face with a freckled-faced man. He grinned, revealing a row of yellowish teeth, and then opened his mouth, sending out a weave of nasty stench which smelled like a thousand rotten apples. Mary widened her eyes in horror, shocking the man as he lost grip of her and she fell on the floor.
Moaning miserably, she got up slowly from her supine position and grunted, flinging expletives at the bewildered man. But he only looked down without a word. “Are you mute! Can’t you even say sorry!” Mary cried out in frustration and stomped off. The man sighed and shook his head, picking up his broom to continue sweeping the fallen leaves.
The next day, Mary sat under a tree in the same garden, burying her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly, she felt her nose twitch as an unbearable stench gushed into her nostrils and she looked up, only to see a white handkerchief.
“You again” she folded her arms, obviously annoyed. The man lifted his right hand to the side of his forehead, an indication that he was sorry. He then pointed to the handkerchief, motioning her to wipe her tears. “A-Are you really… mute?” Mary stammered, afraid to know the answer. Instead, the man smiled, and distorted his face using his hands so he looked hilariously frightful. Mary laughed, and he whipped out a piece of paper from his back pocket and started scribbling. Like this, a few hours passed.
“If only my boyfriend was as understanding as you, John…” She mused sadly and continued, “But it doesn’t matter anymore.” And they sat in silence in the middle of the garden where brown leaves scattered, and where a beautiful friendship was already blossoming.
Day after day, Mary would look for John in the garden, where he would be sweeping the leaves. They enjoyed each other’s company immensely, even if it meant communicating through scraps of paper. Many a time, Mary did the talking and John, the listening, always ready with a handkerchief to chase away her sorrows. Whenever Mary was feeling down, John would bring her to the fields in the outskirts of the city where sunflowers bloomed its prettiest and hatred never existed. He would urge her to tell her unhappiness to a tree and then carve a tiny happy face at that portion of the trunk. Months soon passed, and this humble tree was soon filled with many happy faces. This was their paradise.
Unfortunately, their love was soon put to the test. It was past midnight. Mary was returning home from work and had taken the short cut through a deserted alley when two big burly men appeared before her. They had similar nasty stench drifting out of their mouths and snorted furiously like demented bulls.
“Leave John alone! He’s better off without women! He belongs with us to the underworld!” One of them boomed. Mary, frightened, shrieked and closed her eyes, muttering a short prayer as she anticipated her life to end at this juncture. Seconds passed, and she gingerly opened her eyes, to see an outline of a familiar figure wrestling with the two burly men. John was punched and kicked about like a rag doll. Blood trickling from his nose and forehead, he was sprawled on the ground, defenseless. “That’s what you get for betraying us,” they smirked in satisfaction and swaggered away.
“John!” Mary cried out, lifting him up and hugging him tightly. Examining his face carefully, she realised that like those burly men, he was filthy and smelly, but unlike them, he had the kindest and most beautiful eyes ever. She had come to love this man for who he was. It was a love that needed no words. Garnering the last ounce of strength in him, he took out the white handkerchief he always carried and held it out to her. She received the handkerchief with trembling hands. Inhaling sharply, she let Niagara Falls come.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me no matter what happens” She whispered. With quivering hands, he took out a scrap of paper and pen. “I’ll always be with you” He assured her. “I swear”. Smiling, she held out her last finger in which he hooked against his and they hugged.
Although belonging to different worlds, one a law graduate from Harvard and the other from the underworld, they never mentioned about their difference in status. Instead, their love only grew stronger after that fateful incident.
One day, Mary was on her way to the garden when a gush of fluid was flung at her face. Instantly, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes and the flash of light was soaked up by the spreading dark patches before her eyes. Her ear splitting screaming reverberated to John’s ears as he sallied forward towards the sound, only to see Mary already unconscious on the ground, and he knew it was the work of the two burly men.
Mary was rushed to the hospital forthwith but it was too late. She was to lose her sight. Her family was devastated and wailed in pain and anguish. Guilt-ridden to have caused misfortune to befall Mary and her family, John made up his mind. He knew what he had to do.
Packing the essentials, he decided to leave and quitted his job as a sweeper in the garden. Looking at the blissful pictures of Mary and himself, he sighed and threw them away.
“Mary! Can you see me?” Aunts jostled towards the weary girl and waved before her. The image she saw was a blur and she felt groggy. However, it was a great blessing that Mary had regained her sight. Looking into the mirror, she was startled to find that her eyes looked somewhat different. They were the same shade of blue, but now they exuberated great warmth and compassion.
Unfortunately, Mary soon realised that John had left her and was devastated. She bawled her heart out and pinned for him day and night. Thinking back on the promise he made to her, she hated him all the more.
One day, she decided to visit their place of paradise to relieve their happy days together. She walked to the tree where she used to pour out her unhappiness and leaned close to the trunk and touched its rough surface filled with happy faces. She wept uncontrollably as she ran her fingers down the trunk. Unexpectedly, she saw the words ‘I’ll be with you’ engraved on the foot of the tree trunk. Glimmers of hope began to light the darkness as she looked earnestly around, but what she saw left her dumbfounded.
On the bench sat a man with a pair of sunglasses and a walking stick. Under the scorching sun, he was sweating profusely and fished out a white handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe the perspiration. Coincidentally, a photo fell out from the pocket as well. With manifold feelings, Mary picked up the photo and looked at herself in the picture and was shocked. The man groped his back pocket for the photo and became flustered when it was no longer there. Slowly, Mary walked over and placed the photo in the man’s hands. It was only then that she tasted the warm salty wetness of her own tears and realised how hard she was crying.
The man bowed in gratitude and flashed his yellowish teeth which glistened in the morning sun.
“I’ll always be with you… “
Looking at the man who loved her so deeply, she smiled. Touching her eyes which were once his, tears streaked down her cheeks. His eyes brimming with her tears.
It is ironical that somehow all famous lovers never ever got a chance to live happily ever after. Yet their names are etched in golden letters in the history of mankind. These famous love stories are living proof that love is immortal. Though lovers die, love remains forever and does not let their sacrifices go waste. These popular love affairs are an inspiration to many around the world. Most youngsters smitten by love are often synonymous to these famous lovers. People give them names like Romeo-Juliet that proves that these famous lovers are a big inspiration for falling in love, never mind the consequences. It is said that love conquers all. These young people gave their lives without even thinking twice. They just wanted to live together happily ever after. But it is not that easy and not all fairy tales are true. The trials and tribulations that these young lovers braved just to be with each other is enough to send shivers down the spine. They were happy to die together too. They were of the belief that since they couldn't live together, at least in death they shouldn't be separated. Some of the famous love stories that we have covered are of Antony-Cleopatra, Pyramus-Thisbe, Salim-Anarkali and Laila-Majnu. Check out these love stories and don't be afraid to fall in love. Though these great people are not alive, they shall always remain immortal in the hearts of everyone who is in love.
sent by Cowen Farales.
sent by Cowen Farales.