Real stories of love in the life of our love Drama

That's probably also came to an end this story .. happy ending will not ... it's not a movie, it is life, and everything in life is much more difficult ....

How to name my story, the real story of the love of life? Maybe "The drama of my love," neet better .. "the drama of our love."

It all started when I was 14, we met him by accident ... on the Internet (what nonsense this virtual acquaintance ... you never know who I'm on the Internet talk I thought), he introduced Vova, I do not know why, but our relationship evolved so easy it seemed that we know 100 years ... I can not say that I'm serious about this correspondence, I lied that I was 16 years old, he was in fact 19 ... but he seems to treat them that way.

He wanted to meet with me, and often told me about this ... Well, I disagree because ... Well, I lied ... and at 16, I did not look. But what is right, that is inevitable .. we live in a city, small town, moreover, in the neighboring houses, he is the best friend of my cousin, and no matter how long I did not refuse to see, not to see it was not possible. Although it happened by accident.

In the evening, in a club where the time hanging out all the young people of our city, I met him, he was talking with my sister ... even though he knew right away that I was not 16, led himself like a true gentleman, we danced together, talking. With the end of the evening, and ended our relationship, both in real and virtual life, I knew what was happening, why a grown man, just so he looked in my view, a little girl. I do not worry ... I thought before. Joke, well, who does not happen.

As time went on, I was 15, I do not remember how but our communication was resumed, I often met him in the city, we were talking, communicating on the Internet, I even sometimes with her sister to visit him go. Gradually and completely invisible to me, I'm getting used to this man, I liked it, I liked to talk to him, he was not as all the other guys. However, he still remained as a grown man, and I was still the same girl.

I like him more and more .. reason for him to change .. I would be older, mature thinking, I started to dress differently to somehow attract the attention of an adult male. And I think I have it good ... communication via sister ... turned into something more, I could walk to it already is one, we were interested together, I remember how we had prepared the soup. I fell in love ... but it seems even then my fate had other plans.

In his life there was a girl he liked, he understood that our communion with him is not just so, so soon I did not even say I just saw them in the city together, they walked together. She was much older than me ... it's probably one of the main benefits of it. With the arrival of my friend's girl .. I learned something new about him, and about his character when he has a favorite, he forgets about all the friends ... and I was no exception to this rule. I was wildly disappointing, but what ... well, he did not promise me anything, and we did not have anything.

I continue to live their lives, sometimes saw him with it, sometimes goes to talk to his words I knew how much he loved her, for him, I became a little girl again ... Now I realize that I would be grateful to God, if then our ways parted forever ... life would not be turned over, there would be no pain, there would be a broken person ... because all these events have changed me radically ... is not for the better ...

15-year-old, energetic, cheerful, sociable girl lived his life ... when suddenly her adult friend broke up with his "princess." She threw him against their relations were her parents ... and probably herself ... And it seemed to me that's no concern to me is the impact should not ... but for some reason most of all hurt this is me, he called me and said he wanted to to see, I was happy, because I so loved this man (if it was the beginning of summer) .. and we saw we had a great three days, maybe four ... I went to visit him, we watched movies, we were cool together ... but then his "Favorite Girl" is back in his life, and he forgave her ... without thinking about how badly it goes with me, forget about me, as if I were a toy with which you can play and throw.

You know, I could not find a place, I was dying of this brutality, I do not understand how it could be ... it made me think about myself all the time, and he went out of my life ... without explanation .. What I tried to teach my life I did not understand ... but she obviously wanted tormented me ... just for that ??

Time passed, and again she left him and he called me again, and again I was glad, because I also suffered ... and he did not see the fault, and can see, but did not want to admit that things are not right ... it goes badly. Throughout the summer, they may be parted six times, and these times do not pass me by.

Probably by the end of the summer I was a different person ... because so many tears and resentment could not pass without leaving a trace has not yet formed personality. Yeah, maybe I'm stupid, that I wanted from an adult male? ... But he is not an idiot if I did not need him ... why did he call me, why not leave me, do not let me live in peace. A new school year, it was easier, at school, I forgot about all their problems .. But after school I came back again in this life. Where is he, she ... they problemy..i I ... do not know why .. but suffer from it more than others.

Black strip could be infinite, I came to an end my suffering began ... bright, happy band .. (at least so I thought). When they broke up again, or whether he changed his mind, or something else. He decided to break with the past, and to my great joy decided to be with me. He wrote me a nice sms at night, we walked in the evening, my first kiss with this man .. how happy I was ... not much time passed ... two weeks swept one day ... he had to go to Minsk in the session ... I missed him, he wrote, is also very bored, we were talking on the phone ... I was waiting for when he comes back ...

But one of the ill-fated days of my expectations ... I could not reach him ... going to the Internet, I came across a letter from my favorite ... This was the second step .. second attempt to suppress my personality. That letter was written something like "I'm sorry, we have to leave, do not misunderstand me, I was sick, she was there ... she looked, I could not help it." The letter was great ... but the point of all the proposals alone.

Perhaps it was too much ... to my understanding, I grabbed the phone and started to dial it, he picked up within an hour of our conversation was .. my monologue, I did not care for my pride ... I told him

Very sad story of love in the life of sinful kiss

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Forbidden fruit is always sweet. Ever since the ancient times, when primitive serpent tempted Eve, and she in turn persuaded Adam to try the paradise apple.

Since then, absolutely nothing has changed, and the most desirable in the future is something that is not allowed, and what should not have, would think. In this age-old wisdom, I clearly see last year, when the reluctant and not a little carried away by Anna.

At the time, I just got a job as a loader at a small furniture factory in our regional center. The work was not too difficult, the team was not numerous, often bear a minute or two of free time from work. In such circumstances, all the furniture makers knew each other, and between some of them even have developed quite a friendly relationship.

There was an exception to this rule, and I am. Within a week of work, I quietly made friends with Andrew. Fun, friendly, and affectional man of medium height with thick black hair on his head. We were almost the same age, so the lack of friendly conversations. First, we are talking about all sorts of everyday differences. Then he began to talk openly about himself, his past and present difficult. Frankly shared their plans and hopes for the future.

From these stories, I learned that Andrew comes from a distant farm in our area. For more than ten years living in zyatyah with his wife Anna, their two small children, and the elderly father-and mother-in. Previously, to make a loaf of bread, a man was forced to rotten on earnings abroad. But wandering foreign land he already heavily fed up, so is now principally newly buddy sitting at home laboring where and when have in the regional center or in the surrounding villages.

About who and what life is like a friend, I was soon able to see clearly. The friendly and sincere by nature Andrey did not hesitate for a long time, and after a month of our friendship, invited me to her house. His eldest daughter a few days later were to celebrate their name day, so one does not come up with anything more original, like this family gatherings and introduce me to his family.

Of course, I tried to refuse this invitation. But the friend was quite insistent, so I had no choice, as in the end, agree. Next Sunday I with a gift under his arm, to the birthday girl ended up in a friend's house, where among other household members and guests of the festive fun and met Andrew and his wife Anna.

I confess frankly, at first the woman did not make me a little too noticeable impression. She was short, skinny and feminine rooty. I had the male structure of the face, simple and at the same time spectacular. This Statement inverted triangle. Pointed chin, which turns into a strong jaw. The corners of the lips curved upward. Then came the pointed tip of the straight Roman nose, sharp cheekbones, hazel eyes with a feline section and finally, dark curly hair at the peak of a high forehead.

In conversation, Anna, in contrast to his talkative man, was not too talkative. For all the celebration I have not heard from her and a dozen phrases. The woman met the newly arrived guests affectional smiles quickly trays from the kitchen with a delicious dish in silence, sitting at the table, listening to the conversations that took place between us. And when something is said, and then made it a pleasant melodious accent, something like a purring little kitten.

This soft tone of the female voice for some reason firmly "sat down" in my mind. Illegally settled in the minds of corrosive worm, from time to time to remind myself strange anxiety and excitement incomprehensible. Under their influence, I began involuntarily increasingly recall Anna. Imagination compulsively drew her image. And each time such a memory aroused unknown before annoying wrenching heartache.

Confused and bewildered, I racked my brains for a long time over the cause of the mental confusion. Until buddy again he invited me to his home. This time someone needed my help. Andrew, like any good host, has a large plot of clover, which did not have time to mow in a timely manner. So a friend and asked me to come and help him. I, of course, be happy to answer your consent.

Noon reaping flew like a flash. Dawn cool, clear whistle steel blade, aroma of freshly cut grass were woven into a single bundle of incredible experiences, which can adequately evaluate the only one who was born and raised in the village. Barbed dew on his bare feet, cheerful morning sun and a pleasant tiredness in the muscles only complement this unique picture.

When most of the work has already been done, and it was quite hot, Andrew threw a scythe on his shoulder and said to me:

- It's enough for today. The rest tomorrow I myself dokoshu. And now we return to the village, time for lunch.

House, Andrew, was already waiting for us a generous and tasty dinner. At the table, except for the two of us sat down and Anna. How fitting, after a severe hard work, the owner pulled kickback, a bottle of good vodka. We drank a glass, then another one, and another. Every time I spoke ornate toast such hardworking owner, skillful hostess, and a prosperous economy.

A friend of my wordy answer thanked wishes, and his wife blushed noticeably. However, whether under the influence of my eloquence, or because of alcohol drunk and the woman became much more talkative. She began to talk to us at ease, fun, laugh with my jokes and sayings, and, after dinner, even asked me a few questions still enough of a personal nature. I gladly answer them, feeling restless hops from the excitement and unbridled excitement.

I returned home with the firm conviction that something still feel the wife of his friend. What was the sense of it is not difficult to guess. I was young, temperamental and hot guy she - young and still quite pretty woman. Hence, the fiery storm of emotions, a whirlwind of uncontrolled desires, dreams storm controversial and passionate fantasies that erupted in my soul in such scorching heat, I long lost peace.

Long sleepless nights I thought about Anne. He remembered her every smile, every gesture, every word spoken slowly. He tormented himself images of female face, so simple and at the same time incredibly desirable, its delicate cherry lips and piercing eyes sparkling. I tortured my conscience forbidden dreams, fantasies unresolved, unworthy thoughts. Sleeping and waking, I wanted to take possession of another man's wife did, despite all possible and impossible consequences of sinful desire.

During the day, at work, carefully pry Andrei everything he could find about his betrothed. Interested in women's tastes and hobbies. Gently quizzed about everything that had anything to do climb attitude towards Anna. And still looking for the smallest occasion to once again get to visit a friend, and even more time to see his wife. It is naive to hope that, after meeting with her, I can at least a little to calm his own lust, and bring order to his head.

Clearly, these hopes were not in vain. Soon, Andrew for the second time asked me to help him on the farm. I readily agreed, went to another village, he saw Anna. But no relief this trip I certainly did not bring. As not help more of the following