The road has been hobbled, because she was already more than 70 years, so if she had any choice at all, she is rarely able and willing to leave the house. Although she had a daughter, she was staying in a nursing home, because her presence is not desired. Still remembered by her, when the father of the child ran away after being her pregnant without going to take responsibility for his actions. In addition, the family demanded that she abort the unborn child, because his family was ashamed to have a daughter who was pregnant before marriage, but she still defended it, and therefore she was expelled from her parents' home. In addition to the shame that should be on the responsibility, she had to work hard at the factory to finance her life. When she gave birth to her daughter, no one was with her. She does not... [Read More]
Tags: Mother, Family, Death, Love, Daughter, Unloved, Hurt, Sad, TearsI always used to be sad and depressed about things. My parents were not much help, and my brothers and sisters, well, they were all in love. So no point worrying over some loner who destroyed himself for a girl who didn't even look back. I was 13 years old, when I got my first proposal. At first, i didn't accept. But seeing her cry, i didn't think. I just said yes. We stayed together for about a weak or so. I was confused. It wasn't my age for such relationships. I didn't love her anyway. She left me, and i started thinking it was love. I know, its a bit unorthodox, but still, it happened. I tried my luck at a suicide, but no use. So i did several things to hurt myself. Not that i didn't try to bring her back. But it never worked. I'm 17 now.... [Read More]
Tags: Love, Best Friend, Hurt, Cry, Alone, UnlovedI see you at school, Armida. The days I don't see you I still feel rather empty, for the mere sight of you is enough for my comfort. You have such an amazing natural pull; I feel as though I need to talk to you, but I can't. I'm too shy, and you display no interest in me. Once when I was headed for class I saw you and you saw me. I looked at you with a passion to converse and tell you how fascinated I am by you, and you looked at me instinctively; and that was a huge thing for me. Your casual look absolutely accepting for me. It made my entire week. You have no idea. I was happy. School, because of you, appeared fun and exciting. Every time I sat at my table I would see you pass by on your way to get food.... [Read More]
Tags: Desire, LOVE, Hope, UnlovedIn the sixth grade, I remember meeting and seeing my first love. His name was Andrew, and he was two years older than me (an 8th grader at the time). At first he was just my harmless middle school crush, but then he ended up becoming something much more. I wanted him so badly, I could taste it. Every day I would go out of my way to get a glimpse of him. I remember the first day he ever said my name ( he also happened to be student body president, so he made announcements on the intercom every day). He congratulated me over the intercom for doing well on the track team. I was giddy. Months passed, and I remained infatuated. During the last week of school, all of the students wore plain white t- shirts so their fellow classmates could sign them with markers. I giggled as... [Read More]
Tags: Love, Hurts, Andrew, UnlovedMy story is a one-sided love. It was my senior year, I was content. I awaited for the joy that was coming, excited to end high school. However, what I didn't know my Bio class will be where I'll find my first love. One may say it seems flimsy but the first time I saw my teacher, my heart fluttered. He shook hands with all his students and the moment he took my hands and gazed into my eyes, I knew my heart wasn't mine anymore. Since then on I made it my goal to be the perfect student. It was hard because unlike usual I had to work harder, for he wasn't an easy teacher. Each time he would mention his wife, it broke my heart and I envied her. Despite, the glow he got by talking about his baby girls (daughters) made me happy. I was glad for... [Read More]
Tags: Unloved, Memories, Student, TeacherBefore sharing this story with all readers, I want to assure everyone that every detail in this story is 100% real and factual, hence while it may not be as tragic or coincidental as other stories, it reflects the pain and suffering love brings to us on an every day basis in real life. And, lastly, THANK YOU so much for reading this. PART 1: How we met I made it through elementary school, high-school, and half of college without having met someone I would consider the ONE, my soul mate, or anything else along those lines. Don't get me wrong, I've had crushes every now and then, some of which even ended up becoming really serious and deep, but nothing could compare to the day I met her. It was a late summer night, me and my best friend were waiting at the bus stop in downtown (on a... [Read More]
Tags: Broken, Unloved, Hurt, Pain, HeartbrokenI was 13 when I went out with Lawrence. I broke up with my boyfriend because I chose to be with Lawrence. We were in the same hostel and we even took tuition together. He was a month younger than me but I didn't care. I was madly in love with him. When he kissed me, it felt like heaven. I would do anything to please him. I just want him to be happy. He invited me to a concert one night but i couldn't go because I was sick. I knew he was mad but he didn't show his feelings. That night, my friend was there at the concert. She told me the next day that Lawrence was flirting around with another girl and that he was really drunk. I just sad that it maybe because he was too drunk. But later that day, he told me that he... [Read More]
Tags: Unloved, Breakup, TrustThis is the saddest story make sure that you read all of it and have a box of hankies handy. This in relation to getting a "No Kill" animal shelter in Knoxville. Pass this on to any pet lover that you know. "How Could You?" by An Animal Lover When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and... [Read More]
Tags: Animal, Pet, Unloved, Dog, MemoriesI'm a Muslim lady and 32 years old. I will not talk about the traditions that we have as Muslim and as Iraqi cause this is love. Love is a unique language everywhere. It is the same feeling, same pain. No real love without pain... Here how my story begins: In 2005 there was an exhibition in General Park for companies all over the country. I was there as an observer and welcomed guests. There were too crowds and hardly could find a place to sit and have rest. We were 4 ladies standing near to a company space in the exhibition. There were two guys standing in the company space and offered us to sit and have rest. We entered the space and thanked guys. We talked and one of the guys who were so cute and has fetching eyes observing me secretly and I was aware but tried... [Read More]
Tags: Breakup, Unloved, MuslimToday is October 25, 2011. 55 days ago, I said "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." to this guy whom I loved so much with all my heart. Well, I had my heart broken with other guys before I met him, but when I fell for him, I was not afraid to take a chance again and faithfully hold on to the idea that everything will be alright. He somehow made my days so much brighter and for a month, everything went smoothly. Communication was there. Although we're not able to see each other everyday, we still send text messages to each other or sometimes talk to each other over the phone. And when we get the chance to see each other, every moment was the best. Full of sweetness and happiness and all that loving stuff. I loved him so dearly, and I can feel he does too. In short,... [Read More]
Tags: Love, Breakup, Hurt, Broken, Heart, Brokenhearted, Lonely, Grief, Relationship, Unloved