Showing sad stories for tag "night"

THE DARK SIDE OF LOVE

Jayson

13 Aug, 2015 11:36 PM

A TRUE STORY OF MY BEST FRIEND... When I think about love, the first think comes to my mind is GOD. GOD loves us some much, his creation is so perfect, so that we can do any work by ourselves. Till now, we reached from the bed of Oceans to the end of our solar system in space to learn and gain more and more knowledge. GOD is so powerful, without almighty we can’t lead our daily life, we all see GOD everyday but we never realize that anytime, this world is a gift of GOD, to share with each one of us. So ultimately, all religions in this world are meant to lover each other but that seems to be not happening. We, humans are so abhor to each other, they can’t understand the meaning of life and the words of religions. Even sometime GOD seems to be blind.... [Read More]

Tags: True Story, True Love, Trust, Tragedy, Wife, Regret, Cheated, Real, Love Story, Loneliness, Love Hurts, Crying
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Why I could not cry

Pierce Bonds

10 Jul, 2013 03:38 AM

The night was cold. It had just stopped raining and the streets glimmered as the moonlight and stars reflected on them. I was standing on the curb of the sidewalk under a streetlight. I had my white umbrella balanced under my palm. I check my watch. It was growing late but I didn't want to go home. I don't know why I had stopped there; on that very spot. So, I headed home. I entered the house and the strong tension hit me like a wave. I could hear my mother and my stepfather fighting in the kitchen. It wasn't their first fight. My little brother was sitting in the living room, staring at the TV with a dark screen. I asked him what was going on but he never responded. I sat next to him and he immediately wrapped him arms around me. Everything happened so fast. Mother made... [Read More]

Tags: Sad, Angry, Family, Alone, Hopelss, Heartbroken, Brother, Love, Night, Rain, Cry, Tears
Votes: 4
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Touch

Jason Rhoades

08 Jan, 2013 10:53 AM

It’s dark. He lays alone in bed, wide awake, staring at the empty ceiling above him. His chest tightens as it breaks out in gooseflesh. He sighs, wanting to feel warm. But not the warmth of a blanket, the warmth of another is what he desires. To feel ones arms lay across his bare chest, to have the pressure of a cheek lying on his shoulder exhaling warm air on his neck. He longed for that feeling he once had. Sighing again, his eyes flash to the clock on the wall, 2:09. He missed her touch, her warmth, her breath. She had left him and he hadn’t stopped loving her, and now he lies wanting to feel her against him again, to feel together, needed, and even loved. He turns away from the ceiling and his desires, but to no avail. Missing the color of her lips, the smoothness of... [Read More]

Tags: Night, Memories, Love, Missing, Lonely, Sad, Breakup
Votes: 6
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