Love Stolen.

Anonymous32

11 Jun, 2012 07:53 AM

I 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, Unloved
Votes: 16
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Nagasaki

Saint Andre

05 Dec, 2011 02:32 PM

This is the typical story of boy meets girl during WWII and it's pretty long but I suggest the read is worth it, please. Set in the World War II, the original pilot set to drop the atomic in Japan Graham Westwood is fired from his job after a crash course incident that involves him sending a fellow military officer to hospital. Now working as a novelty shop owner, he falls in love with Miya, a half-cast Japanese-English woman who is currently heading to her hometown of Urimi in Nagasaki, Japan to fulfill her dreams of dancing in front a vast crowd after practice and tutoring in Washington from her aunt. Frustrated at the fact that he is the only victim aware of the bombing, he seemingly accepts Miya's offer to join her through an act of love. He brings a radio to give an indication of the following consequences.... [Read More]

Tags: Nagasaki, Death, Love, World War 2, War
Votes: 5
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Mommy

TouHoua

03 Dec, 2011 05:24 PM

From the first time I was born and was placed between your warm caring arms, I knew you were the Mom who no one could ever beat. My eyes were blurry and tiny for we are Asian. I tried to make your face out but couldn't. Though I couldn't, I knew you'd be the best and the prettiest. Mommy, we are on the verge of losing our house. I'm really scared. I sat on Daddy's lap and he told me that you go to work everyday just to be able to make a few cents to keep the family safe. Daddy's tears hit my cheeks but I never understood why he was crying. I am 5 years old now Mommy. I'm so happy to know that you throw Birthday parties. I love the cake! Do you remember when I didn't know what a present was and I said I would... [Read More]

Tags: Mommy, Mom, Family, Beaten, Hurt
Votes: 9
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Good Bye Forever

SmileItsTheBest

01 Dec, 2011 05:16 PM

Pain; to what extent can you handle it? Of course, everyone will eventually go through pain at one point or time in his/her life. Not everyone will experience the same kind of pain, but close enough to understand. My pain is by far the worst considering that I'm only 19. When I was five years old, my family and I moved into a new neighborhood and because I was being stubborn, I didn't want to make any new friends. Fortunately, we had nice neighbors; they came over and welcomed us to the neighborhood. That's when I met Mario Kugimiya; from then on, we did everything together, and I mean everything! We were the best of best friends; we even had sleep overs and a 'secret' hideout. We told each other about our worst nightmares, our fears, and even our darkest secrets. We were inseparable; we couldn't even make it through... [Read More]

Tags: Pain, Love, Death
Votes: 8
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What To Do

Morgan

23 Nov, 2011 10:00 PM

I feel so lost.. because I feel that I am the only one going through with this problem. My father lives in California, and my mother in Ohio. I live with my mother in Ohio, and I visit my father during the holidays. But I don't really love my father because he is a control freak. I am never aloud to have my phone and I am always trapped in his little apartment which I have to sleep on his couch every time I visit him(like the holidays and the whole summer). And I never really want to be seen with him because he is always or well most of the time annoying me and forcing me to wear these horrible clothes, and when we fight in public I am afraid people think I am a mean person when they don't even know the story. And since I go to... [Read More]

Tags: Sadness, Sexual Abuse, Bad Parents, Tears, Help, Abuse, Molested
Votes: 8
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Aly's Song

Zechariah

22 Nov, 2011 10:12 AM

This story isn't solely about love. The following story is not about loss. It's not a tragedy or a romance. Rather, it's all of the above. I had done something terrible one day that had forced me to move out of my home. I moved in with my grandparents who had agreed to take me in. I didn't know the neighborhood, the school district, or anyone within twenty miles of me. I had never felt more alone in my life. I started going to Grissom Middle School that August. My reputation as a fighter and a hothead had followed me up from my old school. My peers tantalized and antagonized me to the point where I would've given my legs to have a fully loaded gun. One day, while I was home, I decided to go for a walk. All of the hostility I faced at school didn't exist in... [Read More]

Tags: Alone, Death, Friendship, Heartbroken, Memories, Missing
Votes: 20
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To Late To Say Goodbye <|3

Kelly Gamboa:)

19 Nov, 2011 12:30 PM

Everyone always has that one best friend that you can't forget. They were always there for you. It's funny how they are all you think about after something tragic happened. You think of them one second and then you start bursting into tears and remembering all the memories. His name was Ryder. He was my best friend. We were suppose to be best friends forever and always. He was about ten when his family discovered that he had brain cancer or brain tumor I forgot, it's just to painful to think about it. As a family they did everything they can to help find a way to cure their son. They did a lot of things to help him. Eventually it went away, or so they thought they did. He got it back when he was fifteen. I met Ryder when I was thirteen. We hung out a lot even... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Love, Friendship
Votes: 19
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Why him?

Cuevas, Cesar

01 Nov, 2011 10:58 PM

I 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, Unloved
Votes: -2
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letting go of my love

gonewild

17 Nov, 2011 01:28 AM

my love story is just like others but i still wanted to share it though. i have a fantastic best friend since young, we're like sisters. we loved each other that we can't live a minute staying away with each others. when we are in college, we enrolled in the same university, one day while having a late dinner in our favorite restaurant i bumped to a guy, the first time i saw him i know at that very moment that i like him. just to make the story short after that incident we became friends, i found him Intelligent, handsome, talented and funny, i fell in love with him we became attached to each others until one day, the worst day of my life he asked my best friend for a date what hurts more is my best friend said yes. i felt like dying at that very moment,... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Sad, Broken Hearted, Heartbroken
Votes: 3
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Andrew

Marie

08 Nov, 2011 05:17 PM

In 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, Unloved
Votes: 18
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