Real life love stories. Love stories

Every day, hourly and every minute there are so many interesting things happening in the world that it is even difficult to tell about everything. But we have prepared for you romantic stories (real and invented), which reflect the whole essence of modern immortal love. Here you will find what you have been dreaming about for a long time or what you want so much ... Here only romance, love and everything connected with it ...

He loved the rain. The sound of falling drops. Their loud or quiet sobs on the ground or asphalt. He generally loved sounds. Any. Even the horns of cars or bicycles. Perhaps from the fact that it was by sounds that he could understand what was happening in the world. Because he was blind from birth. Parents do not […]

Do you think fairy tales are only for children and for children? And here it is not. They also happen in adulthood. Yes, right here, next to you. In a life where black seems white, and white, on the contrary, black. Where a steadfast tin soldier can meet his ballerina in an ordinary crowded trolleybus. So the action […]

They met by chance. She just walked through the market in search of the cheapest vegetables, and he stood in the place of the seller. She glanced at the neighboring counters, among which were handwritten price tags, and slowly moved on. And he seemed to be stupefied for a while, but he was looking forward to […]

Lisa, like many school graduates, dreamed of entering the best university in her city and country, traveling the world, meeting her love and, of course, living happily ever after. Dreams came true: after graduating from one of the most prestigious universities, she decided to stay for a master's degree in historical sciences with an in-depth study of Spanish and […]

As soon as I left the store, it immediately began to rain. I didn’t want to go back, the saleswoman there was quite rude and looked at me with such a condemning look, as if I had stolen something from her. Of course, I didn’t take an umbrella with me, why do I need an umbrella when I go to the store? OK, […]

I was not interested in the fact that a man appeared in her life - a matter of life. It was amazing how they treated each other. It looked like a young couple in love on their honeymoon. Their eyes shone with such tenderness and happiness that even I, a young woman, envied the attitude towards each other of this far from young couple. He looked after her so attentively and carefully, she received them so sweetly and embarrassedly. I was intrigued and asked my mother to tell me about them. The story of love, which Nadezhda carried through the years, is narrated in this story by my mother ...

Another no less romantic story: "New Year's matchmaking" - read and dream!

This story usually began like thousands of stories before it.

A guy and a girl met, met, fell in love with each other. Nadia was a graduate of the cultural education school, Vladimir was a cadet of a military school. There was spring, there was love, and it seemed that only happiness lay ahead. They walked the streets and parks of the city, kissed and made plans for the future. It was the middle of the eighties and the concepts of friendship and love were pure, bright and .... categorical.

Nadia believed that love and loyalty are inseparable concepts. But life sometimes brings surprises, and not always pleasant ones. One day, when she was in a hurry to the school, she saw Vladimir at the tram stop. But not alone, but with a girl. He smiled, hugged her and said something joyfully. He did not see Nadia, she was walking along the other side of the street.

However, she no longer walked, but stood rooted to the spot, not believing her eyes. Probably, it was necessary to approach, explain, but she was a proud girl and, descending to some kind of questions, it seemed to her humiliating. Then, in the mid-seventies, girlish pride was not an empty phrase. Nadia could not guess who this girl was. Exactly, not a sister, Volodya had no sisters, she knew that.

All night Nadia cried into her pillow and by morning she decided she would not ask anything and find out. Why, if she saw everything with her own eyes. Ask to hear the false "you misunderstood everything."

Youth is principled and uncompromising, but it lacks wisdom. She broke up with Volodya, without explaining anything to him, at the meeting she simply said that everything between them was over. Without answering his bewildered and confused questions, she simply left. She could not look into his, as it seemed to her, deceitful face. Here, by the way, the graduation from her school and distribution came up. She was sent to work in the library of a small Ural town.

Nadya went to her place of work and tried to put Volodya out of her head. A new life began, and there was no room for old mistakes and disappointments.

The arrival of the young librarian in the town did not go unnoticed, she was a beautiful girl. Almost from the first days of Nadia's work in the library, a young lieutenant who worked in the police began to take care of her. He courted naively and touchingly: gave flowers, stood at the library counter for a long time, was silent and sighed. This went on for quite a long time, many days passed before he dared to walk her home. They started dating, after some time Sergey (that was the name of the lieutenant) declared his love to Nadia and offered to become his wife.

She did not give an answer right away, she said - I'll think about it. And how can you not think if there is no love. Of course, there was nothing repulsive either in his appearance or in his behavior. He was a tall youth with good manners and good looks. But the memory of the lost love still lived in the heart. Although Nadia knew that there was no return to the past, and if so, she had to think about the future and somehow arrange her life. In those distant years, it was customary for girls to get married on time, the fate of an old maid did not attract anyone.

Sergey was a good guy, from a decent family, with a prestigious profession (service in the police was honorable and, in principle, was equated with the military). Yes, and girlfriends advised, you will miss such a guy, and where you will find the best, in a small town there was not a particularly rich choice of suitors. And she made up her mind. I thought, endure - fall in love, however, this well-known expression does not always reflect reality.

After a while they got married, and at first Nadia liked the new life in which she plunged headlong. It was nice to feel like a married lady, to build a family nest, to put things in order and comfort in the apartment, to wait for her husband from work. It was like a new exciting game, with unknown rules and pleasant surprises. But when all the novelty passed into the category of the usual, she clearly understood that the postulate "be patient - fall in love" does not work.

Nadia was never able to love her husband, although he surrounded her with attention and care, loved and was proud of her. But the choice had been made, and if it was the wrong one, she had no one to blame but herself. Do not disperse two or three months after the wedding, especially since she became pregnant by this time.

At the right time, Nadya gave birth to a daughter, and the pleasant chores of motherhood put aside all the problems of a not very happy family life for a while. And then the ordinary life of the average Soviet family flowed, with its everyday life and small joys. The daughter grew up, the husband grew in ranks and positions. She no longer worked in the library, the initiative, bright girl was noticed, and now she raised the culture in the area, being an employee of the Youth Palace.

Life settled down and entered some familiar shores, only now Nadya became more and more bored. She realized long ago that just being loved is not happiness, and not even half happiness, she wanted to love herself. And family life more and more began to seem to her a prison with a life sentence. This could not but affect family relations, discord began between Nadia and Sergey. As it turned out, one love for two is not enough.

Increasingly, she began to remember Volodya, the memory of lost love lived in her heart. Nadya thought and pondered for a long time and came to the conclusion that it couldn’t go on like this, it was necessary to get a divorce, why torture each other. It was terrible to be alone with the child, it was a pity for the daughter (she loved her father), and the opinion of others was also disturbing. After all, there seemed to be no visible reasons for a divorce, a seemingly strong family, a loving husband - what else did she need, people could say. But she couldn't live like this anymore.

The divorce took place, Nadia and her daughter went home, closer to her parents, to one of the regional centers of the region. Soon she entered the institute for the correspondence department, for the specialty in which she worked. Work and study, a busy schedule of life helped to forget the past. There was simply no time to think about a failed family life, to indulge in despondency. Nadezhda graduated with honors from the institute, and gradually began to successfully move up the career ladder.

She was full of energy, intelligence and efficiency, and her industriousness and exactingness to herself amazed her colleagues. Perhaps in this way she was trying to fill the void that was in her heart. There is no happiness in personal life, let there be professional success. But, unfortunately, one does not replace the other. To be happy, a person needs not only success in the profession, but also love. And especially a young, blooming woman. Of course, men happened in her life, life takes its toll, and she did not take a monastic vow.

But somehow everything did not work out, it did not work out a serious relationship. She didn’t want to connect her life with someone again, without love, but she couldn’t fall in love. But, despite such mental disorder, Nadezhda built her career successfully. Over time, she took an enviable position in the government of the region. The daughter grew up, got married very young, and now she lived separately.

Life took place, but there was no happiness.

Increasingly, her thoughts returned to her youth, which was so carefree and happy, Volodya recalled. However, she never forgot him, how to forget the first love? Over time, the bitterness from his betrayal somehow smoothed out, became less acute. She so wanted to know something about him. What happened to him, where is he now, how did he live his life without her? Yes, and whether he is alive, although not a war, but anything can happen in military service.

She looked for him on the Odnoklassniki website and found him very quickly. For a long time I did not dare to write to him, perhaps he will not remember her.

It was such a love for her that she did not forget all her life. And for him - who knows, so many years have passed ...

She discarded all thoughts, and, as if in a whirlpool with her head, she wrote. He responded unexpectedly quickly, offered to meet. It turns out that he had also lived in the regional center for quite a long time, like her.

Nadezhda went to a meeting and thought that it was like a meeting with a bygone youth and, of course, did not build any plans. Let's sit down, talk, she thought, he will tell about himself, I, too, remember his youth. But things didn't turn out the way she expected.

When they met, time seemed to turn back.

It seemed to them that there were no these long years lived separately, they just parted yesterday, and today they met. Again, Nadezhda felt like a young girl, and in front of her she saw a young cadet. Of course, Volodya has changed, so many years have passed, but love has its own special look. And the first words that he said: “You have become even more beautiful” made her understand that he had not forgotten anything either.

His eyes, as before, shone with love, and from excitement he spoke incoherently. They, as in their youth, went for a walk through the streets of the city and talked and talked and could not stop talking. He explained to Nadia what kind of girl she saw him with.

It was his classmate, at the school where he used to study, an evening of a meeting of graduates was planned, and she invited Volodya to this evening. And they hugged because they had not seen each other since graduation and it was just a friendly hug. From his further story, Nadezhda learned how his future life turned out after their separation.

Just before graduating from college, he married, almost the first beautiful girl that came across. After parting with Nadia, he didn’t care who he married, he felt that he would no longer be able to love anyone like that. And it was better for newly-made lieutenants to go to the place of service already married. Where, in the distant garrison, which is located in the forest or even on the island, will you find a wife?

And then there was only service: distant garrisons, near ones, service abroad, Afghanistan. There was a lot to see, a lot to experience. And family life did not become happy, he could not love his wife, they lived, bound by habit and two daughters. Such a life suited his wife, but he didn’t care.

He could not forget Nadia, but he believed that they would never see each other again.
Looking into each other's eyes, they understood that life gives them a second chance to become happy. And even though youth has passed and whiskey is silvering gray hair, their love has remained as young as it was many years ago.

They decided that from now on they would be together and no obstacles frightened them. However, there was one obstacle, Volodya was married. With the frankness and decisiveness characteristic of a military man, he explained himself to his wife, and on the same day, having collected his clothes, he left. Then there was a divorce, his wife's violent attacks on Nadya, resentment and misunderstanding of her daughters.

They've been through everything together.

Over time, everything calmed down a bit: the daughters understood and forgave their father, recognizing his right to happiness, they were already adults and lived separately; the wife, of course, did not forgive, but she reconciled herself and did not make scandals. And Nadezhda and Vladimir got married and even got married in the church.

They have been together for five years now. Over the years, they have traveled to many places, both in Russia and abroad. As they say, we want to go everywhere we could not go together when we were young, see everything, talk about everything, and Vladimir adds:
“I want with Nadenka to visit the places where she was without me, to experience together everything that she experienced when I was not around.”

Their honeymoon is still going on, and who knows, maybe it will last for the rest of their lives. They are so happy, such a light of love pours from their eyes, that sometimes it is simply envious for others to look at such a far from young, but such an amazing couple.

Paraphrasing the statement of the heroine of the film “Moscow does not believe in tears”, Nadezhda can say: “Now I know, life at fifty is just beginning.”

Love can be different, it is sometimes so difficult to keep love in family relationships, but it is possible - read about it in another story of a member of the women's victory club.

Psychologists have long proven that when a person expresses his thoughts on paper, it calms down a lot, and the situation sort of clears up.

When you see your story printed, there is an effect of observation from the outside. You sort of step back from the situation, and reading your own story, it seems like it happened to someone else.

Very often this makes it possible to take a sober look at things and look at them from a different angle. At such moments, your own brain can suggest the answer to a question that until then seemed unsolvable. After all, we all know how to give advice when it's not about ourselves. Someone else's situation always seems simpler and clearer.

That's why this section of the site was created.

Real women's stories

How to write your story?

My name is Elena and I am the administrator of this site for filling it with articles and working with readers. You can use, or write a letter to dlyavass2009LAYKAyandex.ru (instead of the word "like" substitute the @ sign), attach the story as an attached file. If you do not know how to do this, write directly in the letter. Required: in the "Subject" field, enter "HISTORY". Like here, in big letters.

Don't try to create a literary masterpiece. It is important for you to tell everything in your own words, the way you are used to expressing yourself. Also, don't try to avoid grammatical errors. Write from the heart. Only then the description of the situation will give a psychological effect and you will feel better. Thus, you will be able to see your story not only as you see it, but also from a different point of view, although all the events and facts set forth in it will remain unchanged.

And further. Send not only stories about what happened to you recently, and what you have not figured out yet. Write about cases that once seemed unsolvable to you, but ended up with something good. Such letters will help those who at the moment think that everything is heading into the abyss and there is no way out.

Thanks to everyone who has already shared their real life stories, and to those who are just about to do so.

Elena Bogushevskaya

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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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.