Beautiful story love is the most common subject for movies and books. And not in vain, because love twists and turns are interesting to everyone. There is not a single person on the planet who has not experienced at least once sincere affection, has not felt a storm in his chest. That is why we invite you to read non-fictional love stories: people themselves have shared these stories on the Internet. Honest and very touching, you will love it!

Story 1.

Parents divorced a year and a half ago. My father moved away from us, I live with my mother. After the divorce, my mother did not meet with anyone. I was constantly at work to forget about my dad. And about 3 months ago, I began to notice that my mother seemed to have someone. She became more fun, dresses better, lingers somewhere, comes with flowers, etc. I had two feelings, but one day I come home from university a little earlier than usual and see my father walking around the house in trukhan and carrying coffee to my mom in bed. They are together again!

Story 2.

When I was 16, I met a guy. It was a real first love, mine and his. The purest and most sincere feelings. I had a great relationship with his family, but my mom didn't like him. At all. And she started fighting: she closed me in the room, locked the phone, met me from school. This went on for 3 months. My beloved and I gave up, and each went his own way. After 3 years, I quarreled with my mother and left home. Happy because now she will not be able to decide everything for me, I came to him to report it. But he greeted me rather coldly, and I left, choking on tears. Many years later. I got married, gave birth to a child. A friend of that guy, a former classmate of mine, became the godfather of my child. And then one day his wife told me the love story of their friend, the story of our love, without even knowing that I was the same girl. His life did not work out either, he was married many times, but there was no happiness. He only loved me. And that day, when I came to his house, I was simply confused and did not know what to say. I recently found him on social networks, but he hasn't visited his page for many years. At the age of 16, my daughter met a guy and has been dating him for a year and a half. But I won't make my mom's mistake, even though I don't like him. At all…

Story 3.

3 years ago my kidney failed. There are no relatives or relatives. She got drunk with grief in the nearest bar and burst into tears, there was nothing to lose. A 27-year-old man sat down to me and asked what had happened. Word for word, I told about the grief, met, exchanged numbers, but I never called. I went to the hospital, and who was my surgeon? That's right, the same one. Helped to recover from surgery, we are planning a wedding.

Story 4.

I am a perfectionist. Recently we recalled how a guy stood in front of me once at the post office. So, on his backpack the zipper was not fully zipped. I tried to restrain myself, but in the end I boldly took a step forward and buttoned it to the end. The guy turned around and looked at me indignantly. By the way, we remembered it together with him, celebrating 4 years of relationship. Do what you want - maybe it's fate ...

Story 5.

I work in a flower shop. Today a buyer came and bought 101 roses for his wife. When I was packing, he said: "My girl will be glad." This buyer is 76 years old, I met my wife at 14, and now it's already 55 years old. After such cases, I begin to believe in love.

Story 6.

I work as a waitress. Came my ex, with whom I am in good relationship, and asked to book a table for the evening. He said he wanted to propose to the girl of his dreams. Okay, everyone's done. He came in the evening, sat down at the table, asked for wine, two glasses. Brought it, was about to leave, he asked me to sit down for a couple of minutes to talk. I sat down, and he knelt down, took out a ring and proposed to me! TO ME! Do you understand? I am in tears, my face is still in shock, but I sat down to him, kissed him and said yes. And he told me that he always loved me, and we parted in vain. And this will seal our relationship forever! God, I'm happy!

History 7.

Nobody believes me, but my husband was sent to me by stars. I am not a beauty, there is excess weight, and the boys did not indulge me with attention, but I really wanted love and relationships. I was 19, I was lying on the beach at night, looking at the sky and sad. When the first star fell, I made love. Then the second one, on which I made a wish to meet her that very night, and decided that if the third falls, it will definitely come true ... And yes, she fell, literally right away. That same night, he wrote to me by mistake in social network My future husband.

History 8.

At the age of 17, I had my first love, and my parents did not approve. Summer, warm nights, he came under my windows (1st floor) at 4 o'clock in the morning to invite me to meet the dawn! And I ran through the window, although I was always a home girl. We walked, kissed, chatted about everything and nothing, we were free as the wind and happy! He brought me home by 7 am, when my parents were just getting up for work. No one noticed my absence, and this was the most adventurous and romantic act in my life.

History 9.

I was walking with the dog in the courtyard of high-rise buildings and saw one elderly man walking around and asking everyone about the woman. He knew her last name, place of work, about her dog. Everyone brushed aside, and no one wanted to remember this certain woman, but he went and asked, asked. It turned out that this was his first love, he came many years later to his hometown and the first thing he did was to find out if she lived in the house in which he first saw her and fell in love. At the end, a couple of guys about 14 years old called this woman. You should have seen their eyes when they met! Love doesn't just disappear!

Story 10.

My first love was crazy. We loved each other madly. On August 22, we "got married" by exchanging silver rings on the roof of an abandoned construction site. Now we are not together for a long time, but every year on August 22, without saying a word, we come to this construction site and just talk. That time was the best of my life.

History 11.

Lost a year ago wedding ring, I was very upset, but my husband and I could not afford to buy another one. Yesterday I came home after work, there was a small box on the table with a new ring and a note "You deserve the best." It turned out that my husband had sold his grandfather's watch to buy me this ring. And today I sold my grandmother's earrings and bought him a new watch.

History 12.

With my first love, they were together from the cradle. And we had a cipher in which each letter was replaced by a serial number in the alphabet. For example, "I love you": 33. 20. 6. 2. 33. 13. 32. 2. 13. 32, etc. But in the end, already in adulthood, life took us along different banks, and we almost stopped communicate. She recently moved to my city for work, and we decided to meet. We walked for several hours, and then dispersed to their homes. And already closer to the night I received an SMS from her: "Let's try again." And at the end, those same numbers.

History 13.

My boyfriend had an anniversary a week ago, but we live in different cities. I decided to surprise him and come that day to spend it together. I bought a ticket, went to the station, I'm late. I run without looking back to my carriage ... Fuh, I made it. The train starts to move, I sit, I look out the window and who do I see? Yeah, her boyfriend with a bouquet of flowers. It turned out that he decided to give me the same surprise.

History 14.

And my beloved and I got along thanks to a fucking sense of humor. Once, when he was still just my neighbor, I asked him to look at a broken outlet. This joker, touching the outlet, began to pretend to be an electric shock - twitching and yelling. When I was already ready to push him away from the socket with a plinth that had just been torn off in panic, he sank to the floor with a lifeless look, and then jumped up with a shout: "Ahaaa". And I ... What about me? I grabbed my heart and imitated a heart attack in a very natural way. As a result, they laughed all evening, drank each other with brandy and never parted.

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My husband and I are 20 years old. They got married at 18, after a year of relationship. When they met, he was also aggressive, there was love, but rather got married because of her frivolity, she wanted a reliable rear for herself. My mom and dad are divorced, and I lived on my own, my mom, of course, supported and supports, but I just lacked warmth and care, and it seemed to me that my husband would give me this rear and protection.

A month after the wedding, I became pregnant, but it was not even a week since we got married, but for nothing. We lived then with his mother, brothers and sisters (he is the oldest). His mother is not strict with him, when I complained to her that he beats, she did not scold him, but she treated me well. In principle, you can understand her, her husband went to another, leaving her alone with the children.

I am 36 years old, I work as a doctor in a small village. There was not enough time for personal life, work, home, raising a son (I am raising him alone), the husband died in an accident immediately after the birth of his son.

And so my struggle for life began. As a son, we went through hunger and cold, there was no help from our relatives. I got out of poverty, we began to live well as a son, did not deny ourselves anything, held a high position and at the age of 33 met my future husband. He came to our village for a fishing trip, we met, I didn't like him, his behavior and conversations were somehow funny to me. He sought me for a long time, helped me with repairs, helped with the housework, and I did not notice how I fell in love.

I am 24 years old, he is 30. Our story began 1.5 years ago. We met on a dating site. At first he didn't really impress me: bald, plump. But it was interesting to communicate with him, and he also knew how to empathize, and that hooked me. And now, a few months later, I fell in love, he also looked after me beautifully. Sometimes I noticed that he was not in the mood, and we practically did not communicate these days, although on others everything was perfect.

Over time, I began to notice that after we met with him, he cooled to me, and then everything was as usual. Also, over time, we began to see each other less and less, he referred to the fact that he was working and getting tired. But at one point he still offered to try to live together, but taking into account that at first I am not completely moving, but just for a couple of days. I then studied, wrote a diploma, and I was not at all up to this.

I am 31 years old, my husband is 40, we have two children - 6 years old and 2 years old. I found out that my husband communicates with another. He works in Moscow, and he comes to us (we live 700 km from Moscow) once a month, it happens, of course, twice a month. And once again, having arrived from Moscow, he went to bed tired from the road, and he received an SMS with an invitation to the theater. Well, I became interested, I read it, went further into his phone, so to speak, to investigate it, and he has an application on his phone that records all calls on a dictaphone, I climbed there, and there! Mom, do not cry! A few days before arriving home, he called her to his place and said that he would pay for a taxi, and then, without listening to all the calls, I ran into his room, I was shaking, how so?

I have a typical story with an atypical ending. Married already ex-wife lived for almost 17 years and throughout the entire time she occasionally met with another on the side. As women like to say in such cases: "Not to the detriment of the family, for emotional charging, for health." There are emotions, but in the family there is a duty. The lovers did everything in a smart way, the mosquito will not undermine the nose, but the truth is, like a stalk, it will even break through the asphalt. Everything came to light.

The lover's wife found out about everything at the beginning, she could not endure and survive all this, at the beginning she found me and told me everything, and then she divorced and died two years later, heart. And then, little by little, the tangle of lies began to unravel, and the truth began to come out.

We met him at work when I was a little over twenty. He did not hide the fact that he was married and had a child, but at the same time he always told me that they had not slept with his wife for a long time, but lived only by inertia. I got good regular sex and the attention I needed at the time. A little later, love came, and what I had before was not enough for me. We quarreled, made up violently, quarreled again, but in the end nothing changed. He was still not going to get divorced and pay more attention to me, and I began to miss just great sex.

After three years of such feelings, I quit my job so that I would never see him again and start life anew. Friends and relatives insisted that I deserved the best, and not a man like him, that I had nothing to hope for and I was wasting precious years of youth. They registered me on dating sites against my will and tried to find "normal and free man". I drank sedatives and ignored it all.

It all started beautifully, like in a movie. First love, first relationship, first for each other in everything. They loved each other to madness, could not breathe each other and our love. Everyone envied us.

They played a wedding and began to live as a full-fledged family. I'm like loving wife I tried for him in everything, the house was always in frequency, I always cooked only the best for him, in relationships and in bed I gave myself without a trace. He also loved me wildly in return and was the most best husband... But trouble came and the first split in the relationship.

The first pregnancy ended in tragedy. Miscarriage due to nervousness, my brother died, and I could not cope with it. My husband was there and did everything he could to help me get through this grief, but withdrew into herself and did not see anything. After that, a protracted depression began, I cried, worried, suffered and broke down on my husband. My husband steadfastly endured and endured everything, he loved me and did everything to help me get through my grief and get out of depression. And we did it, but we drifted apart.

I'm 25 years old. I have been with my husband for 3 years already, 1.5 of them have been married. I wanted a family, my husband, one might say, did me a favor. But at the beginning of the relationship he was very caring, responsible, affectionate and kind. He had a habit of breaking up with his ex-girlfriends and getting back together. It was always easier for him to leave.

8 days ago, my husband left me, and he was to blame. But as he said, he took advantage of the moment. The quarrel was due to the fact that I found out that he misses communicating with ex-girlfriend and would like to see her. I was always against it in order to communicate with ex. So now he lives with his mother, added her as a friend and communicates.

They always say about men: "This one has not yet walked up!". As if it justifies the fact of cheating or not being ready to serious relationship... And when they start a family, but still go to the left, what is it called? Didn't you walk around? Interesting logic, of course, but what if this very state of mind never occurs in a man? Should he not start a family so that his wife’s psyche is not injured? Maybe I don’t understand because I’m a woman? So you men tell me.

My story is very interesting. I'm with kindergarten was in love with Timur. He is cute and kind. I even went to school for him ahead of time went. We studied, and my love grew and grew stronger, but Tima did not have reciprocal feelings for me. Girls constantly curled around him, he used it, flirted with them, but did not pay attention to me. I was constantly jealous and crying, but I could not admit my feelings. Our school consists of 9 classes. I lived in a small village, and then left for the city with my parents. She entered medical college and healed quietly, peacefully. When I finished my first year, then in May I was sent to practice in the area where I lived before. But I was not sent there alone ... When I got to my native village by minibus, I sat next to Timur. He became more mature and more beautiful. These thoughts made me blush. I still loved him! He noticed me and smiled. Then he sat down and started asking me about life. I told him and asked about his life. It turned out that he lives in the city where I live, and is studying at the medical college, where I study. He is the second student sent to our district hospital. During the conversation, I admitted that I love him very much. And he told me that he loved me ... Then a kiss, long and sweet. We did not pay attention to the people in the minibus, but drowned in a sea of ​​tenderness.
We are still studying together and are going to become great doctors.

Love story- this is an event or story of a love event from the life of lovers, which introduces us to the emotional passions that flared up in our hearts loving friend a friend of people.

Happiness that is somewhere very close

I walked along the pavement. I held high heels in my hands, because the heels fell through the dimples. What a sun! I smiled at him because it shone right into my heart. There was a bright foreboding of something. When it began to escalate, the bridge ended. And here - mysticism! The bridge ended - it started to rain. Moreover, very unexpectedly and abruptly. After all, there was not even a cloud in the sky!

Interesting…. Where did the rain come from? I took neither umbrella nor raincoat. I really didn't want to get wet to the strings, because the dress I was in was very expensive. And as soon as I thought about it - it became clear to me that luck exists! A red car (very pretty) - stopped beside me. The guy who was driving opened the window and invited me to quickly dive into the salon of his car. Would be good weather- I would think, show off, I would be afraid of course ... And since the rain intensified - I did not think for a long time. I literally flew into the seat (near the driver's seat). It dripped like I just got out of the shower. I greeted, shivering from the cold. The boy threw a jacket over my shoulders. It became easier, but I felt the temperature rise. I was silent, because I did not want to speak. The only thing I was waiting for was warming up and changing clothes. Alexey (my savior) seemed to have guessed my thoughts!

He invited me to his place. I agreed, because I forgot my keys at home, and my parents went to the dacha for a whole day. Somehow I didn’t want to go to see my girlfriends: they were following their guys. And they will start laughing when they see what happened to my expensive outfit. I was not afraid of this unfamiliar Leshko - I liked him. I wanted us to be friends at least. We came to him. I stayed with him - Live! We fell in love with each other like teenagers! Imagine…. Just saw each other - fell in love. I just came to visit - they began to live together. The most beautiful thing in this whole story is our triplets! Yes, we have such "unusual" kids, "lucky" ours! And everything is just beginning….

A story about instant falling in love and a quick proposal

We met in an ordinary cafe. Trite, nothing out of the ordinary. Then everything was more interesting and much ... "Interesting" began, it would seem ... - with little things. He began to look after me beautifully. I took him to movies, restaurants, parks, and zoos. I once hinted that I love attractions. He took me to a park where there were many attractions. He said to choose what I want to ride. I chose something reminiscent of "Super - 8", because I like it when there is a lot of extreme. Persuaded him to join. She persuaded, but he did not immediately agree. He admitted that he was afraid that he only rode such as a child, and that was all. And then he cried a lot (from fear). And in adulthood, he did not skate because he had seen enough news of all kinds, where they showed how people got stuck at a height, how they died on such "swing" of the unfortunate. But, for the sake of my beloved, he forgets for a moment about all fears. And I did not know that I was not the only reason for his heroism!

Now I'll tell you what the culmination actually was. When we were at the very top of the attraction ... .. He put a ring on my finger, smiled, quickly shouted that I should marry him, and we rushed down. I don’t know how he managed to accomplish all this in a hundredth slice of a second! But it was pleasant to the point of being extraordinary. My head was spinning. But it is not clear why. Either because of a wonderful pastime, or because of a great offer. It was both very pleasant. I received all this pleasantness in one day, in one instant! I can’t believe it, to be completely honest. The next day we went to submit an application to the registry office. The wedding day was set. And I began to get used to the planned future, which would make me the happiest. Our wedding, by the way, is at the end of the year, in winter. I wanted it in the winter, not in the summer, in order to avoid banality. After all, they are in a hurry to the registry office in the summer! In the spring, as a last resort….

A beautiful story about love from the life of lovers

I went to visit relatives by train. I decided to take a ticket to a reserved seat so that it would not be so scary to go. And then, you never know…. A lot of all sorts of bad people meet. I got to the border successfully. We were dropped off at the border because something was wrong with the passport. Flooded with water, the font was smeared on the names. They decided that the document was forged. It is useless to argue of course. Therefore, I did not waste time on arguments. I had nowhere to go, but it was a shame. Because I began to really hate myself. Yeah…. With my negligence…. Itself is to blame for everything! So I walked, for a long, long time, along the railway. I was walking, but I didn't know where. The main thing was that I was walking, fatigue knocked me down. And I thought that I would knock down…. But I walked another fifty steps, and I heard the guitar. Now I was already on the call of the guitar. It's good that my hearing is good. I got it! The guitarist was not that far away. The same amount had to go through. I adore the guitar, so I no longer felt tired. The boy (with the guitar) was sitting on a large pebble, not far from railroad... I sat down next to him. He pretended not to notice me at all. I played along with him, and just enjoyed the music flying from the guitar strings. He played excellently, but I was very surprised that he did not sing anything. I'm used to the fact that if they play such a musical instrument, then they also sing something romantic.

When the stranger stopped playing amazingly, he looked at me, smiled, and asked where I came from. I drew attention to the heavy handbags, which I barely - barely dragged to the "accidental" stone.

Then he said that he was playing so that I could come. He called me a guitar, as if he knew that I was coming. In any case, he played and thought about his beloved. Then he put the guitar aside, heaped my bags on his back, took me in his arms, and carried me. Where - I found out only later. He took me to his country house, which was nearby. And he left the guitar on the stone. He said that he no longer needs her ... .. With this wonderful man I have been for almost eight years. We still remember our unusual acquaintance. Even more, I remember that guitar left on the stone, which turned our love story into a magical one, like a fairy tale….

Continuation. ... ...

She changed and changed herself, because she had a beautiful rival. But he wasn't attracted to the earthy bleached hair, the new lip circumference, or the stupid blue lenses. And he worried her, as before.

Yes, it was a lucky chance when her heel broke. Stas did not leave the girl in trouble. He called her a taxi, although Lena lived a five-minute walk from the house. All she could achieve was his mocking phrase in the smoking-room "look sick!" Well, it's enough! Time to destroy everything connected with Stas, the old life, and in general, with the earth. She watched her personal diaries burn and dreamed: it would be nice to get off the ground like this, or at least become a flight attendant ... At least, she vowed to herself not to regret him for a minute and never to be blonde again. Let Tanya be her.

Her new life started unsuccessfully. The airline refused her. The verdict was brutal: "Appearance is not photogenic, lips are thick, hair is dull, your English leaves much to be desired, let alone French, and you do not speak Spanish ..." At home, something dawned on her. "And that's all?" So, you just need to learn Spanish and tighten up English ... So, full lips are no longer needed! So much effort to change yourself! Nothing, everything will be different for a different purpose: airlines.

And she became a brunette. She was inspired by her own successes. She made them in order to become a flight attendant, and she did not want to land. She has become a highly qualified specialist and a respected face of the company. She knew several languages, several exact sciences, Business Etiquette, the culture of the countries of the world, medicine and continued to improve. She listened with irony to happy stories of love, and did not remember her Stas. Moreover, I no longer hoped to see him face to face, and even in flight.

The same couple: Stas and Tanya, they have a tourist voucher. Lena fulfilled her duties. Her pleasant voice sounded in the cabin. She greeted the passengers in Russian, and then in two more languages. She was answering the troubling questions of a Spaniard and a minute later she was talking to a French family. She was extremely attentive and polite with everyone. However, she had no time to think about continuing her romantic story on the plane. I need to bring soft drinks, and there was a baby crying ...

In the darkness of the salon, a blonde slept for a long time, and his eyes were burning tirelessly. He met her gaze. Strange that he still worries her. The look stirred her senses, and she turned to leave. He couldn't speak. Stas raised his palm to the foggy window, where the letters "Ж", "D", "I" were flaunted, and then gently erased them in her presence. A wave of joy swept over her. The landing was near.