Romantic love stories. Small romantic story stories, miniatures

Deep night. Somewhere a quiet breeze runs through, dispersing the last dust on the damp pavement. A little night rain added freshness to this stuffy, tortured world. Added freshness to the hearts of lovers. They stood embracing in the light of a street lamp. She is so feminine and tender, who said that at the age of 16 a girl cannot be feminine enough?! Here age does not matter at all, only the one who is nearby, the closest, dearest and warmest person on earth, is important. And he, most of all, is glad that she is finally in his arms. Indeed, they really say that hugs, like nothing else, convey all the love of a person, no kisses, only a gentle touch of his hands. Each of them in this minute, the minute of hugs, experiences unearthly feelings. The girl feels safe knowing that she will always be protected. The guy takes care, feels responsible - an unforgettable feeling in relation to his beloved and the only one.
Everything was like in the finale of the most beautiful film about happy love. But, let's start from the beginning.

Have you heard the tale of the Crane and the Heron? We can say that this story was written off from us. When one wanted, the other refused, and vice versa ...

Real life story

“Okay, see you tomorrow,” I said into the phone to end the conversation, which lasted more than two hours.

One would think that we are talking about a meeting. Moreover, in a place well known to both of us. But it wasn't. We were just making arrangements for... the next call. And everything looked exactly the same for several months. Then I called Polina for the first time in four years. And I pretended that I was just calling to find out how she was doing, but in fact I wanted to renew the relationship.

I met her shortly before graduation. We were both in a relationship then, but a spark really ran between us. However, only a month after we met, we broke up with partners. However, we were in no hurry to get close. Because on the one hand, something attracted us to each other, and on the other hand, something constantly interfered. As if we were afraid that our connection would be dangerous. In the end, after a year of mutual study of each other, we became a couple. And if until that time our relations developed very slowly, then since we became together everything has been spinning at a very fast pace. A period of strong mutual attraction and dizzying emotions began. We felt that we could not exist without each other. And then ... we broke up.

Without any clarification. Simply, one day we did not agree on another meeting. And then none of us called the other for a week, expecting this act from the other side. At some point, I even wanted to do it ... But then I was young and green, and didn’t think of doing it - I just took it and took offense at Polina because she so easily abandoned our reverent relationship. So I decided not to force myself on her. I knew what I was thinking and doing was stupid. But then he could not calmly analyze what happened. It was only after some time that I began to really understand the situation. Gradually I realized the stupidity of my act.

I think we both felt like a good match for each other, and just started to fear what might happen next to our "great love". We were very young, we wanted to get a lot of experience in love affairs, and most importantly, we felt unprepared for a serious, stable relationship. Most likely, we both wanted to “freeze” our love for several years, and “unfreeze” it one day, at one fine moment, when we feel that we are ripe for it. But, unfortunately, it didn't work out that way. After parting, we did not completely lose touch - we had many mutual friends, we went to the same places. So from time to time we bumped into each other, and these were not the best moments.

I don’t know why, but each of us considered it our duty to send a caustic sarcastic remark after the other, as if accusing us of what had happened. I even decided to do something about it and offered to meet to discuss "complaints and grievances". Polina agreed, but ... did not come to the appointed place. And when we met by chance, two months after that, she began to stupidly explain why she then made me stand pointlessly in the wind, and then did not even call. Then she again asked me for a meeting, but again she did not appear.

The beginning of a new life...

Since then, I began to consciously avoid places where I might accidentally meet her. So we didn't see each other for several years. I heard some rumors about Polina - I heard that she was dating someone, that she left the country for a year, but then returned and began to live with her parents again. I tried to ignore this information and live my own life. I had two novels - as it seemed, very serious ones, but in the end nothing came of them. And then I thought: I'll talk to Polina. I couldn't imagine what went through my head! Although no - I know. I missed her... I really, really missed her...

She was surprised by my phone call, but also pleased. We talked then for several hours. Exactly the same the next day. And the next one. It's hard to say what we discussed for so long. In general, everything about a little and a little about everything. There was only one topic we tried to avoid. We were the topic...

It looked as if we, despite the years that had passed, were afraid to be honest. However, one day Polina said:

“Listen, maybe we can finally decide on something?

“No thanks,” I replied immediately. “I don't want to disappoint you again.

There was silence on the phone.

“If you are afraid that I will not come, then you can come to me,” she finally said.

“Yeah, and you tell your parents to put me out,” I snorted.

Rostik, stop it! Polina began to get nervous. “Everything was so good, and you're ruining everything again.

- Again! - I was outraged in earnest. “Maybe you can tell me what I did?”

“Probably something you won’t do. You won't call me for a few months.

“But you will call me daily,” I imitated her voice.

Don't turn things upside down! Polina screamed, and I sighed heavily.

“I don’t want to end up with nothing again. If you want to see me, then come to me yourself,” I announced to her. “I’ll be waiting for you in the evening, at eight o’clock. Hope you come...

“As you wish,” Polina hung up the phone.

New circumstances...

For the first time since we started calling, we had to say goodbye in anger. And most importantly, I now had no idea if she would call me again, and would she come to me? Polina's words could be interpreted exactly as an agreement to come, and a refusal. However, I was waiting for her. Cleaned up my studio apartment, which I didn't do very often. I cooked dinner, bought wine and flowers. And he finished reading the story: "". Every minute of waiting made me even more nervous. I even wanted to give up my rude behavior and intransigence in the matter of the meeting.

At fifteen past eight I began to wonder if I should go to Polina's. I didn’t go just because she could come to me at any moment, and we would have missed each other. At nine o'clock I lost hope. Angrily began to dial her number to tell her everything I think about her. But he did not finish the job and pressed "Hang up". Then I wanted to call again, but I thought to myself that she might consider this call as a manifestation of my weakness. I didn't want Paulina to know how worried I was that she didn't come and how hurt I was by her indifference. I decided to spare her such pleasure.

I went to bed only at 12 o'clock at night, but I could not sleep for a long time, because I kept thinking about this situation. On average, every five minutes I changed my point of view. At first I thought that only I was to blame, because if I hadn’t been stubborn like a donkey and came to her, then our relationship would have improved, and we were happy. After a while, I began to reproach myself for such naive thoughts. After all, she would have put me out anyway! And the more I thought about it, the more I believed it. When I was almost asleep… the intercom rang.

At first I thought it was some kind of mistake or a joke. But the intercom kept ringing persistently. Then I had to stand up and say:

- Two o'clock in the morning! – angrily barked into the phone.

Needless to say, I was surprised. And how! With a trembling hand, I pressed the button to open the door to the entrance. What will be next?

After a long two minutes, I heard a call. He opened the door ... and saw Polina sitting in a wheelchair, accompanied by two orderlies. She had a cast on her right leg and right arm. Before I could ask what happened, one of the men said:

“The girl checked herself out of her own accord and insisted that we bring her here. Her whole future life apparently depends on this.

I didn't ask anything more. The orderlies helped Polina sit on a large sofa in the living room and quickly left. I sat down across from her and looked at her for a full minute in astonishment.

There was complete silence in the room.

“I'm glad you came,” I said, and Polina smiled.

“I always wanted to come,” she replied. Do you remember the first time we agreed to meet, but I didn't show up? Then my grandmother died. The second time my dad had a heart attack. It seems incredible, but it's true nonetheless. As if someone didn't want us to...

“But now, I see, you did not pay attention to the obstacles,” I smiled.

“It happened a week ago,” Polina pointed to the cast. - She slipped on the icy pavement. Thought we'd meet when I was well...but I thought I just need to put in a little effort. I was worried about you...
I didn't answer and just kissed her.

One evening, after returning home after a hard day at work, I sat down at the computer, and such longing came over me that I decided to read romantic love stories. I scored keywords for search in a search engine and ended up on this Internet resource. And then my wife Olga returned from work, and she sees the picture “Sasha in Tears” in front of her. I was just overwhelmed with emotions from the letters I read in the section “sad love stories” and I could not hold back my tears. And I decided, I will dilute this sad picture of emotions with my love story.
My acquaintance with Olga, as it may seem at first glance, was banal. We met in a chat, on one of . After a short correspondence for several days, I decided to get to know her in reality. You can imagine my emotions before the meeting, a sea of unrest, confusion. I almost did not know what to talk about with her, I even began to stutter! But, nevertheless, I went to this meeting, which was scheduled for January 1 at 15:00.
- Hello! I'm Olga! So that's what you are, I imagined you different! my future wife told me.
- Hello! I replied. What is really bad?! Not like that, right?
- No! You just don't look like a nineteen year old, I was expecting to see some kind of "goal".
- Well, I did, thank you very much! I replied and we laughed.
Then everything happened according to gentlemanly etiquette. I took the girl to a nice cafeteria and we had a great lunch. After our lunch, we went to the park, or rather, I offered to go to my area, since there it was possible to take a walk in the park, and Olga readily agreed. During the walk, we got to know each other more and more, but since it was late, I went to see the girl home. Olga, who stood in front of her door, said to me:
— Sash! Sorry! But we'd better not meet again! I had a good time, thank you very much for the cafe, everything was just wonderful! But…
“Olya,” I said. What's happened? Maybe I offended you?
- No! Just quite the opposite! I didn't have to go to this meeting because...
- I got it! "Sorry, but you're not my type", yeah! How trite is that!
“No,” Olya answered quietly. I just recently broke up with a guy, he caused me a lot of pain, and I just wanted to break up with someone!
“I see, and that “someone” turned out to be me! Right?
- Yes.
I took a cigarette out of my pocket, lit it and laughed.
- What are you laughing at?
“You understand,” I replied. Here is such a thing! After all, I'm essentially the same as you ... And I came to this date to also unwind.
A minute pause, silence, and the silence of the entrance was distributed by my and Holguin's laughter. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet one of these days.
Several months have passed. Olga and I met almost every day, walked in the parks, went to the cinema, in a word, had a good time. One fine day, I returned from work as angry as a dog, in exchange for a vacation I received a summons to the military registration and enlistment office. The next day Olga came to me:
- Hello! And why are you so angry, you don’t pick up the phone ?!
“You understand,” I replied. In general, this is the case. They take me to the army!
- How ... But I ... - and Olga threw herself on my neck, all in tears.
Don't cry Olenka! It's only for a year, especially since we're just friends!
- No! Not friends! How can you not understand! I love you!
That's how I heard the first cherished words. We sat and talked for a long time, and I tried in every possible way to divert conversations from the topic of the agenda.
By the end of April, I was scheduled to appear at the district military registration and enlistment office.
And on April 25, all my friends and relatives gathered to see me off. I heard a lot of flattering words addressed to me. It was the turn to say a word to Olga. She took the glass, stood up and whispered softly, barely holding back tears:
- Sashenka, dear, I'll wait for you ...
I didn't want to hear any more. I realized that she is the only one.
My long year of service has passed, Olenka waited for me from the army. About a year after my service, we just met, after a year we lived together, and for almost two years now we have been officially married. We have a little daughter Sofiyka and we are happy.
And at the end of my story, I'm proud to say that my story can be added to the section. God forbid everyone to love like me, God forbid everyone to be loved as they love me!

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People from different countries talk about joyful moments from their lives…

Today I told my 18 year old grandson that no one asked me to prom when I graduated from high school, so I didn't go. He showed up at my house this evening dressed in a suit and took him to his prom as a girlfriend.

Today I was sitting in the park eating my sandwich for lunch when I saw a car with an elderly couple pull up to an old oak nearby. He rolled down his windows and heard the sounds of good jazz. Then the man got out of the car, helped his companion get out, took her a few meters away from the car, and for the next half hour they danced under an old oak tree to the sounds of beautiful melodies.

Today I operated on a little girl. She needed the first blood type. We didn't have one, but her twin brother has the same group. I explained to him that it was a matter of life and death. He thought for a moment and then said goodbye to his parents. I didn't notice it until we took the blood and he asked, "So, when will I die?" He thought he was giving his life for her. Luckily, they are both fine now.

Today my dad is the best father you can ask for. He is my mother's loving husband (always makes her laugh), he's been to every one of my football matches since I was 5 (I'm 17 now), and he provides for our entire family by working as a construction foreman. This morning, when I was looking in my father's toolbox for pliers, I found dirty folded paper at the bottom. It was an old journal entry written by my father exactly one month before the day I was born. It read: “I am eighteen years old, an alcoholic, college dropout, suicidal unfortunate victim of child abuse and a criminal history of auto theft. And next month, a “teenage father” will also appear on the list. But I swear that I will do what is right for my baby. I will be the father I never had." And I don't know how he did it, but he did it.

Today my 8 year old son hugged me and said, "You are the best mom in the world." I smiled and asked sarcastically, “How do you know? You haven't seen all the mothers in the world." But the son, in response to this, hugged me even tighter and said: “I saw it. My world is you."

Today I saw an elderly patient with severe Alzheimer's disease. He can rarely remember his own name and often forgets where he is and what he said a minute earlier. But by some miracle (and I think this miracle is called love), every time his wife comes to visit him, he remembers who she is and greets her with the words "Hello, my beautiful Kate."

Today my Labrador is 21 years old. He can barely stand up, can hardly see or hear anything, and doesn't even have the strength to bark. But every time I enter the room, he happily wags his tail.

Today is our 10th anniversary, but since my husband and I recently lost our jobs, we agreed not to spend money on gifts. When I woke up this morning, my husband was already in the kitchen. I went downstairs and saw beautiful wild flowers all over the house. There were at least 400 of them, and he really did not spend a dime.

My 88 year old grandmother and her 17 year old cat are blind. A guide dog helps my grandmother move around the house, which is natural and normal. However, recently the dog began to lead the cat around the house. When the cat meows, the dog comes up and rubs its nose against it. Then the cat gets up and begins to follow the dog - to the stern, to the "toilet", to the chair in which she likes to sleep.

Today my older brother donated his bone marrow for the 16th time to help me with my cancer treatment. He spoke directly to the doctor and I didn't even know about it. And today my doctor informed me that the treatment seems to be working: "The number of cancer cells has dropped dramatically in the last few months."

Today I was driving home with my grandfather when he suddenly made a U-turn and said: “I forgot to buy a bouquet of flowers for my grandmother. Let's go to the florist on the corner. It only takes a second." “What is so special today that you should buy her flowers?” I asked. “Nothing special,” Grandpa said. “Every day is special. Your grandmother loves flowers. They make her smile."
Today I re-read the suicide letter I wrote on September 2, 1996, two minutes before my girlfriend knocked on the door and said, "I'm pregnant." Suddenly I felt that I wanted to live again. Today she is my beloved wife. And my daughter, who is already 15 years old, has two younger brothers. From time to time I reread this suicide letter to remind myself how grateful I am to have a second chance to live and love.

Today, my 11-year-old son is fluent in sign language because his friend Josh, whom he grew up with since infancy, is deaf. I am pleased to see how their friendship grows stronger every year.

Today I am the proud mother of a 17 year old blind boy. Although my son was born blind, this did not stop him from studying excellently, becoming a guitarist (the first album of his group has already exceeded 25,000 downloads on the network) and a great boyfriend for his girlfriend Valerie. Today his little sister asked him what he loves most about Valerie and he replied: “Everything. She's beautiful."

Today I served an elderly couple in a restaurant. They looked at each other so that it was immediately obvious that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me guess. You've been together for many, many years." They smiled and the woman said, “Actually, no. Today is our fifth anniversary. We both outlived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to love.

Today my dad found my little sister - alive, chained to the wall in the barn. She was abducted near Mexico City five months ago. Authorities stopped looking for her two weeks after she disappeared. Mom and I have come to terms with her death - last month we buried her. Our whole family and her friends came to the funeral. Everyone except her father - he was the only one who continued to look for her. “I love her too much to give up,” he said. And now she's home - because he really didn't give up.

Today I found in our papers my mother's old diary, which she kept in high school. It contained a list of the qualities she hoped to someday find in her boyfriend. This list is almost an exact description of my father, and my mother only met him when she was 27.

Today in the school chemistry lab, my partner was one of the prettiest (and most popular) girls in the whole school. And although I had not even dared to speak to her before, she turned out to be very simple and sweet. We chatted in class, laughed, but in the end we still got fives (she turned out to be smart too). After that, we started talking outside of the classroom. Last week, when I found out that she hadn't yet decided who to go to the prom with, I wanted to invite her, but again I didn't have the courage. And today, during a lunch break in a cafe, she ran up to me and asked if I would like to invite her. So I did, and she kissed me on the cheek and said, “Yes!”

Today my grandfather has an old photo from the 60s on his bedside table, in which he and his grandmother laugh merrily at some party. My grandmother died of cancer in 1999 when I was 7. Today I went to his house and my grandfather saw me looking at this photo. He came up to me, hugged me and said: "Remember - if something does not last forever, this does not mean that it is not worth it."

Today I tried to explain to my two daughters, aged 4 and 6, that we will have to move from our four-bedroom house to a two-bedroom apartment until I find a new, well-paying job. The daughters looked at each other for a moment, and then the youngest asked: “Will we all move there together?” "Yes," I replied. "Well, then it's nothing to worry about," she said.
Today I was sitting on the hotel balcony and saw a couple in love walking on the beach. It was obvious from their body language that they really enjoyed each other's company. When they got closer, I realized that they were my parents. And 8 years ago they almost got divorced.

Today, when I rapped on my wheelchair and told my husband, "You know, you're the only reason I want to be free of this thing," he kissed my forehead and said, "Honey, I don't even notice it."

Today my grandparents, who were in their nineties and lived together for 72 years, both died in their sleep, about an hour apart.

Today my 6 year old autistic sister said her first word - my name.

Today, at the age of 72, 15 years after my grandfather's death, my grandmother is remarrying. I am 17 years old, and in all my life I have never seen her so happy. How inspiring to see people at that age so in love with each other. It's never too late.

On this day, almost 10 years ago, I stopped at an intersection and another car crashed into me. His driver was a University of Florida student, just like me. He sincerely apologized. While we were waiting for the police and the tow truck, we started talking and soon, without restraint, laughed at each other's jokes. We exchanged numbers, but the rest is history. We recently celebrated our 8th anniversary.

Today, as my 91-year-old grandfather (military doctor, war hero and successful businessman) lay in a hospital bed, I asked him what he considered his greatest achievement. He turned to his grandmother, took her by the hand and said: "The fact that I have grown old with her."

Today, as I watched my 75-year-old grandparents in the kitchen having fun and laughing at each other's jokes, I realized that I managed to see for a brief moment what true love is. I hope someday I will be able to find it.
On this day, exactly 20 years ago, I risked my life to save a woman who was being swept away by the fast current of the Colorado River. That's how I met my wife, the love of my life.

Today, on our 50th wedding anniversary, she smiled at me and said, "I wish I had met you sooner."