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Firstly let me start by saying I nearly failed English at school so don’t expect Shakespeare, if the reception is good I’ll put more effort in.

So it’s sometime in 2013 and to save my time and yours, we’ll skip the logistics and find ourselves starting from the beautiful and classy Zoo Bar in Leicester Square, I speak sarcastically of course. The place was well liked by foreign students flooding to London for the summer, over priced alcohol lined the shelves and fridges and the english portion of clientele had an average age of 47. I have to say that I was in this fine establishment for no reason other than a spontaneous night out, they’re usually the best but I was struggling to find momentum to get into it due to a recent break up.

I was with a group of friends, the same friends I’ve had since school and somehow from the front door to the dancefloor we had all managed to lose each other, great start I thought to myself. I found myself wading through the crowd, slapping at the thick fog filling the room and by nothing short of a miracle I spot two of my friends stood at the bar, both separated by two girls stood between them.

I walked closer as one of my friends turns away from the bar with a drink, I catch his eye I point to the back of one of the girls and he just points to the ring finger of his left hand before walking away closely followed by my other friend and one of the girls. Seemingly he had tried and either failed or lost interest quickly, both were likely but regardless a drink was needed if I were to survive the night so I squeezed into the space he left vacant. The mysterious girl remained stood at the bar, unfazed by the disappearance of her friend, and mine for that fact.

To avoid awkward looks, bumps, stares I put my mouth to her ear and in elegant fashion utter the worst first line ever, “So I hear your married?” Suddenly her head swings around to face me with an extremely puzzled look, this is when I glimpse down to see, no ring, crap. “Who told you that?” She screamed above the piercing music. “Well my friend, the guy who was stood here? Erm, can I buy you a drink?” Her puzzled look broke as the corners of her mouth raise, “Okay.” She said with a smile.

Now the rest of the night becomes a blur, one drink became two drinks, became dancing, became laughing, all I know is we became inseparable. She told me her name was Evie and was in London for few days as her sister was studying here for the summer, the club was no place to go into details but I was captured by every word that left her lips though I could barely make out the sound of her voice. I remember being sat at the top of the stairs and as a friend of mine passed he started to whisper into her ear whilst tugging on her hand, she looked at me with that subtle smile as she rejected his advances. We continued talking well into the night until closing where we spilled out onto the street, at this point we managed to reunite her with her sister, almost identical twin sister I must add, my friends all surrounding her like moths to a flame.

Evie scoffed as each took turns at trying to woo her, “Does this always happen?” I asked. “Yeah, she’s a fan of the attention. They won’t get anywhere though.” Ot was at this point I heard her american accent properly for the first time. One by one my friends lost interest and disappeared into the night, all but two that was, Martin and Dan. Evie began to motion to her sister to get a move on, Martin, a friend of mine suggesting we walk them home, an idea I was in full support of. Both Evie and her sister looked at each other in unison and agreed, clearly we posed no threat to these girls.

As we walked through the city I found myself lost in everything Evie done, her smile beaming from ear to ear at every poor British joke I made, her big brown eyes caught in mine as she hung onto every word I said. Girls like Evie were hard to come by, a real diamond in the rough, she was humble, intelligent and everything I had ever wanted, but to fall for an American would surely be an awful idea, wouldn’t it?

We arrived at The Strand Hotel and sat on the steps to the entrance as Ginny, Martin and Dan went inside. Again there I was, close enough to touch, kiss, do anything, but she had me feeling like a little kid in love, I was frozen. “So what now?” She asked me, afterall that was the same question I was thinking. We had already tried to get our heads around the english number, american number thing and with both of us ever so slight intoxicated it did not work. “How about this, tomorrow, I mean today 10am, I meet you here.” This was bold of me, and I almost certainly expected a no. “Really? You’ll actually be here?” Of course she had reasons to doubt me, I was drunk. “I promise.” Well I locked myself in now. Her smile crept through again, eyes squinting as her cheeks raised, “okay.” This moment was soon ruined by Martin and Dan stumbling through the doors and down the steps towards us, Ginny behind stood at the door ushering Evie in, “10am, right here?” As she pointed to the floor. “Right here.” I replied.

Martin, Dan and I found ourselves a night bus and I watched the sun rise over London, as we made our way home I didn’t know if I’d ever see Evie again, but I was going to try my best.

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My tragic love life (Love stories)

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This might seem unbelievable, believe what you want. Please tell me on any grammar mistakes and please don’t feel bad for me. I have more stories of me with her, so upvote if you want to see it

I’m laying in bed, my pillow wet with tears. However this is not where my story begins. Seven years ago, while riding a bike down my neighborhood, my eyes gazed upon a girl, my age. I wanted to know more about this mystery girl. Later that month, the neighborhood was holding a goodbye party to one of our neighbors. I was running around with soft grass below my feet, playing tag with this mystery girl. She was nice and very beautiful. 2 years later, I asked her on a date to go see Captain America The Winter Soldier. The rest of the year consisted of movie nights. I used to play piano for her back when I used to play. We spent every moment possible with each other, she was my best friend ever. Then, in September of 2014, we had our first kiss. We then skip to the summer of 2018. My girlfriends’ parents were going through their first divorce. She would always come over to my house crying her eyes out. I offered to take her to Honolulu. Her parents agreed because they had a uncle who lived on that island who could look over us while we were there. Her parents provided plane tickets and my parents paid for the hotel. As we were driving to our hotel, my girlfriend was using my leg as a pillow, and there are few things that I will remember, but that is one thing I will never forget. When we check into our hotel room, we look upon the wonder of the room. Second floor, overlooking the beach, one queen sized bed, a kitchen, porch, one large bathroom and a fridge with a water dispenser. We set our packs down and decided just to sleep, we had a long flight. In the morning we wake up around 10 A.M(Hawaii time) or 1 P.M. (Arizona Time) to the birds chirping. We go eat eggs and bacon for breakfast, and walk around the hotel that we would be staying in for the next 2 weeks. It had a restaurant, pool, shop, and a great view of the ocean. Around 4 P.M, She gets a text from her uncle telling us to meet him out in the front of the hotel at 5 to go out to eat dinner and look around the town. We had a great meal and nothing huge happened the first couple of days. After a shower, we get dressed and walk onto the porch, and this is the moment in my life that I cry over every time. I look to my side and she looks at me, and she has a large smile. Her white teeth, hazel eyes, the sun shining on her dark and blond hair which was covering one eye, her beautiful skin. She was perfect. I hugged her close and the smell of her shampoo drowned out the smell of the ocean and said three words to her, “I love you.” From that moment on we knew, our love was true. After we got home, her parents had sorted everything out and were together again. Now I wish this is where the story ends, with a happy ending and all, but there is some more. About 6 months after our trip, her parents got divorced again. Her father got custody during the majority of the year, and he lived in New York. Her father got custody on school breaks (summer, winter, spring, etc). The last time I saw her was the day after I found out, and that was also our last kiss, and date. After about a week, we had been talking about our plans because we never broke up. We planned to get married after college and once we had stable jobs and a good house, have kids. I wish this was the end, 2000 miles apart, but still together. 10 days later, on the day of our 5 year anniversary, I got the worse news a human can get. She was hit by a car. The car that hit her got T-boned by a person who ran a red. The car hit with such force that it sent the car right into Perfect as she walked across the street. I was informed 2 hours later, that she had died. Now we reach the part were I cry my face off. The person I wanted to have a family with, the Perfect girl, smart, nice, beautiful, perfect in every way. I asked the cemetery If I could get buried next to her so I could lay with her until the sun burns out of the sky. They said that it was first come first serve at their place but that they could hold a spot for maybe a year. So here I am, a guy, who has a girlfriend who is dead, as we never officially broke up. I have one picture of her left on my phone per request of her after our last date. I am afraid to love again, because of the love I loved. I gave it my all, and lost it all with her. Every morning when the morning dawns, I remember that she was gone. Every night, as the will set, I will remember the amount of love I can get. Remembering the chance I blew, I asked “how can I go on without you?” There last thing I said to her was, “please don’t go.” I wish I told her that I love her.

 

So last winter I was going on a trip with my girlfriend at Lake Tahoe. We were both 16 at the time and our parents figured that we would need maybe a pilotless of supervision. (My company my dad works for owns condos in different places and one was at Tahoe and he had co-workers who lived there). My girlfriend and I stayed at the condo and everyday we were to check in with my dad’s friend. We were there for a week and every went nicely. We went skiing a lot because we loved to ski.

I have one picture on my phone of her when from Tahoe that I found recently on my phone. She was in a red sweatshirt that covered her 2 tattoos that she got while in our previous trip to Hawaii and she was also wearing jean shorts, for some reason while in a really really cold place. Her bronze color hair covering her face as the sun reflected off of it. And as she was fixing her shirt. She looked up at me, smiled and said, “I love you”

Then on April 4th, the unthinkable happened. It was the day of our 5th anniversary, and she was hit by a car while she was living in New York. She died before I was able to say “I love you”

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A day of the strangest vacation (Love stories)

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That fucking life…..sometimes it’s good(not exactly) sometimes it’s the worst thing in the actual life.Man I personally don’t like the life in some aspects like love and such cuz when you’re nerd in life which is controlled by some lookin good football dump guys or some very dump one’s.Now I’m writing that cuz I’m really dump guy.In overall I hate my life which is not so good thing cuz I know some humans that they don’t have house’s or something like that.Now I’m on some dump night club on vacation with the guys from the dances (yeah I dance and it’s horrible)and there is that other guys from the other town (I’m living in little country)and I saw one girl which is totally awesome and I pretend to like her ,but hey that’s that other guy who is pretty handsome and actually good lookin but that’s the not so good part…and  yeah and the other shitty part is that I’m 13 yrs old and on that club I can’t drink alcohol and such so I can’t die with methanol (really shitty)and yeah before that I was on vacation for 6 days and I wasn’t there for the first day (I was screwed) which was fill with the best things from the vacation (that’s what I heard cuz I wasn’t there)and this is the third day from the vacation and yesterday and the other day we played some really dump game that I don’t like so much (something like challenging each other)and there was that challenge to kiss that girl(the other football average poor guy )and I was like hell no,but hey it’s fact and right now I’m like depressed nerd on night club.If someone read that shit(I don’t know if I gonna post that on some social platform or such) I’m gonna continue the stories…..And here’s me 5 mins after I started writing that they actually are together (aaaaah)and the couch actually helped for that.Im good for that I have some friends for help and hearing my shit but I really don’t get how that life works cuz one day it’s complete shit(like really fucked up day)and one day actually average good(for me the day it’s never good but for people it’s)and I’m really wondered how that helps for any reason I’m realigious and for some humans that’s normal to believe in something but I believe…..in something that I can’t figure out but some day I’ll find out what is it(I’m hoping to die tomorrow but the hopes are free they say).Hey I’m back after like 40 mins and that guy was chosen to go on competition on stripteaser pylon with 3 other guys and he actually won (hell as fuck for me)and the life is trying to prove that I’m complete idiot and don’t have luck overall….I hate the life that I’m living….Bruh that life is trying to  god damn prove me I’m shit…Hey I think this little story should have some kind of end(doesn’t it)so I’m back from that shitty club and  when we’re goin to the hotel I talked a little bit with girl and she told me(after a hour)she actually doesn’t want to be with him so I was like hell yeah but the hard part is to tell to the dump guy and all’s done….

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Marrying a Man in Prison (Love stories)

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Over a year ago I was watching a lot of prison shows and seen that not a lot of people in there had friends or family and they were kind of lonely. So I went online and wanted to give someone a friend. I was searching and I looked in my own state because maybe I did want to meet them some day and give them a real friendship. I looked at men because I have a tendency to not get along with women over text so it would probably translate the same in letters.

I found this man with one picture on his bio that a friend of his probably set up. He had handsome blue eyes and some face tattoos. In his bio he wrote about his love for motorcycles, his religion, and other things. There was something about him that I liked. He was older than me and I decided that he would be the person I would offer a friend to. I wrote him a short paragraph and didn’t know all what to say and sent it off.

I anxiously waited to see if I might have gotten a chance to talk to someone knew. Looking back on that time I thought I wanted to give someone a friend but I think I was also looking for a friend for myself. I was lonely at the time dealing with depression and I didn’t really have luck with friends anyways.

I got a letter back and opened it right in my car. I was excited to read it and I smiled the entire time while reading it. I seen this amazing man and someone excited that someone responded. He told me a bit about himself and then left it up to me if I wanted to continue writing to him. Of course I responded immediately. When that second letter came I could just read how happy he was that I still wanted to talk to him. I could just see the happiness grow the more and more we talked. He didn’t talk to his family anymore at the time and really only had one other person he talked to.

We talked more and more and then it led to phone calls. We talked as much as we could. We got to know each other so we’ll. He was amazing. We then started talking about more than being friends. After several months of friendships we started dating. And then I went to visit him for the first time. I was so nervous. Then we really only got closer from there. We’ve had our ups and downs since he did have a lot of hard days where he thought I’d be better off without him. I’m in college and there’s a 20 year age difference between us. But every time we got through it we got stronger. I love this man so much. I’ve started talking to his family. And we came to this feeling of how much we love each other and we didn’t want to wait until he got out to get married. So I married the man of my dreams.

My family disowned me for a while after I told them we got married and then we started talking again but things are still rough. But I am so happy with him. We plan on moving up to Alaska once he is out next year and settling down and having two kids and just enjoying life together. I wouldn’t change a thing. Meeting him in there is what really made us have a strong relationship. You get to know someone a lot better through long letters than through a text message. I found love and I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

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