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

First love - the strongest feeling in life

First love

Probably everyone has experienced in his life this feeling. He was not with unmistakable and double-tested. With this you can not fight the feeling, it is impossible to stop. Perhaps the first love is one of the most powerful experiences in my life.

First love is not only stirs the blood, but also pushes a person to such actions which, being in a good mind and sound memory, he would never willingly did not commit.

When we love, we strive to have all my heart with your love, keep it, to live it. We think that this is the man we need. We give him the dignity that he has not and probably never will be.

But, unfortunately, not always the first love, there is constructive, positive and beautiful to the extent that we would like.

My story, what further proof. I met my first love when I was 16, the perfect age.

He was older than me for three years, I can not say that he was handsome, but I think in order to fall in love with a person is not always appreciate his appearance.

We've been together almost around the clock, it has become very dear to me. I felt bad when he was, if he is sick, even at a distance.

I always knew exactly when he would call on the phone or at the door. Similarly, he felt me, and if I was bad, as soon as I mentally call him and soon he appeared.

We could not live without each other, we can kiss all night, so that his lips were blue in the morning.

It seemed to me that this man is my destiny.

I remember shaking hands and feet only from the fact that he was there.

How dizzy from the kiss.

It was in the best novels. I wrote about a hundred poems dedicated to him.

Only it lasted this happiness did not last long. We broke up…..

I cried night and day, it seemed to me that it makes no sense to live. I did not have enough air, I'm suffocating without it. That I did not do, which would not have been, I could see his silhouette, his voice is heard.

They say time heals all wounds? If he went away and did not appear in my life, I would in truth has become easier. But more than a week, he did not leave me alone.

He had only come around me man, he came back, knelt, wept, swore in love, begged to come back to him, and as soon as he knew that I was his, he again disappeared. This went on for five years, until I said to myself, STOP.

After 10 years, the feelings faded. Most recently, he found me on the Internet, says I - it's the best thing in his life. Every night I come in his dreams, and he will not rest until you have a meeting with me.

But time really heals, I look at it different eyes, it's a stranger.

And the past will not return. She sincerely love redheaded girl is in the past. She stands at the window, playing a song «Why» on the cheeks of her tears flow, and no matter how many years had passed, it will be there.

Last year, and because of the love story, life lessons, I learned to appreciate in others quite different quality, I much overestimated.

I met a man that I love, and I loved them. I'm so thankful for what it was, but more - for what is!

Do not be afraid to love. Love - it's a wonderful feeling that can not be compared with anything!

Do not feel sorry about. We live only once. And all of that is done, is done for the better!

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