A Cute Romantic Story

So I decided that I'd ask her to marry me.
Or ask her if she would marry me.
Or say that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
Or tell her I loved her, and that I wanted her to be with me forever.
Or give her a ring -- a big, huge diamond ring. Or just get down on my
knees and let my eyes say it all.


Well, I had reached a decision. What exactly I was going to do about
it, I didn't know -- at least not yet.


It's now exactly one year since the first time I had started talking
with her-- an anniversary of sorts. I remembered, because that
>first time was New Year.


And tomorrow it's New Year again.
And we had become close friends.
And I had fallen in love.


And since I am a simple-minded sort of guy, I have decided I want to
marry her.


But How to tell her, though, was a bit of a problem.
There were so many ways to do it and choosing the right one wasn't
easy. And I had no idea how she'd react.


Would she think I was moving too fast?
Was it too early to suggest marriage?
Was she even interested in me in that way?


Surely, the best way to find out was to tell her how I felt, and ask
her if she felt the same.
And if she did, then we could get married. Right?


These thoughts had been in my head from the moment I had
>woken up that morning. And I'd only been awake a few minutes. As I finished
>brushing my teeth, the phone rang.


"Hello?"


"Hi!" It was her.


The sound of her cheery voice took my breath away. "Hi!" I replied,
almost whispering.


"Listen," she said, sounding very excited. "I'm having a
>party at home tonight. Be there at eight."


"Sure," I replied.


"Ok, bye!" And she put the phone down.

I stood there for almost a minute, staring at the phone in my hand.


And then I stupidly said "Bye" to it.

I would have to reach the party early, to tell her in private. Or
should I say it right there in front of all the guests? Or after the
party, when we were cleaning up after everyone was gone?


And what was I going to get her? Should I get her anything at
>all? How
about flowers? Roses? Or was that too clichéd?
Orchids sounded better.
Or bluebells.
Or tulips.
Or cauliflower.

I checked my thoughts. No. Not cauliflower.

It's New Year.
A gift was definitely in order.
I could get her that moonstone pendant she liked so much.
But then it was a little flimsy as a gift.
It was really a toy more than a piece of jewellery.
But did it matter if she really liked it?

Should I get her a book instead?
Or a CD?
Or an earring?
Or should I make her something?
I thought about my artistic skills and decided that that was probably
not a good idea.

I spent so much time looking for a suitable gift all day that by the
time I decided that flowers would be a better option, all the florists had closed.

And it was also too late to try to get to her house early and catch her alone.

So I decided I'd tell her after the party when everyone was gone. And
that I wouldn't get her anything -- more because I couldn't, than
anything else.

Feeling like a fool, and extremely nervous, I reached her doorstep. I
was on time, but there didn't seem to be any noise coming from inside.
Maybe no one had turned up yet. After all, who came to a party on time?

I stood there and composed myself for a minute.
Then, reasonably confident that the turmoil I was going through
wouldn't show, I knocked.

She opened the door, but only a fraction.
She slid out without opening the door completely, handed me a
>piece of cloth, and told me to tie it around my eyes. "We're playing
>Blind Man's Buff," she said.

Meekly, I put the blindfold on, and she led me into the house. There
was silence, and no one was making a sound. Quite sneaky of
>everyone, I thought to myself.

She spun me around a little, and then made me stop.
She backed away, and then said from somewhere behind me, "Ok, you can
take it off now."

Though a little confused as to what version of Blind Man's Buff was
played after taking the blindfold off, I complied.

And as soon as I opened my eyes, I froze.

I was standing in the middle of her empty living room, and the lights
had all been turned off. But the room was brightly lit with dozens of
candles.

And on the wall in front of me, was a big poster with the following
words on it:

One year ago, this day we met.

There was an arrow pointing to the right, beside the poster.

So I turned. On the next wall were the words:

One year of friendship
One year of joy
One year of laughter
between a girl and a boy

One year of comfort
One year of closeness
One year of peace
and a whole lot of happiness

On the third wall, was:

One year or Six,
a lifetime it seems,
And yet, it feels just like yesterday

I turned to look at the fourth wall, and there, standing in front of
it, was she, holding up a poster in her hands that said:

I want to be this happy forever

Will You Marry Me?

More Love...

Love

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Valentine special!

Cute story

Once, there was this guy, who was in love with a gal. She wasn't the most beautiful and

gorgeous but for him, she was everything.

He used to dream about her, about spending the rest of life with her. His friends told him,

"Why do you dream so much about her, when you don't even know if she loves you or not?

First tell her your feelings, and get to know if she likes you or not".

He felt that was the right way. The girl knew from the beginning, that this guy loves her.

One day when he proposed, she rejected him.

His friends thought he would take to alcohol; drugs etc. and ruin his life.

To their surprise, he was not depressed.

When they asked him how was it that he is not sad, he replied,

"'why should I feel bad?

I lost one who never loved me & she lost the one

Who really loved and cared for her."

Love

There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl.

Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...

Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself.

Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company..

You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's parents.

With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her...

Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those back with him...

Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.

The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her ever again.........hope you understand

Definition of Love

If you love some one because you think that he or she is really
gorgeous ....then it's not love .. it's "Infatuation"


If you love some one because you think that you shouldn't leave him
because others think that you shouldn't ... then it's not love..it's
"Compromise"


If you love some one because you have been kissed by him ... then it's
not love.. it's "Inferiority complex"


If you love some one because you cannot leave him thinking that it
would hurt his feelings ... then it's not love .. it's "Charity"


If you love some one because you share every thing with him ... then
it's not love... it's "Friendship"


BUT



If you feel the pain of the other person more than him even when he is
stable and you cry for him ... that's "LOVE"



If you get attracted to other people but stay with him without any
regrets... that's "LOVE"