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17 Cute Short Love Stories That Will Make You Smile | by Joanna

Who doesn’t love a short love story? Especially the very short love stories that can be finished during a quick break.

Since the start of human storytelling history, humans have enjoyed great romance stories from Romeo and Juliet to Helen of Troy. Even horror and adventure stories often include a romantic element. Everybody wants to feel some of that romance and reading very short romantic stories are often a great way to quench that thirst.

Whether your favorite stories are cute teen romance stories or vampire love stories, there is something for everyone.

I’ve compiled a number of love stories for you to read, all very short and can bring some of that romantic spark into your life. These are great reads whether you’re celebrating Valentine’s Day or just itching for a romantic spark.

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It was a glorious, colorful autumn.

We’d just left the coffee shop. When we walked by, she had giggled and pulled me inside, saying, “C’mon, let’s be basic white girls and get some pumpkin spice!”

I don’t like coffee. I never had. But when she handed me my cup and looked into my eyes while I tried it, it was the best thing I’d ever tasted.

My hand still tingled where she grabbed it.

As we walked through the park with our drinks, a light drizzle began to fall. She pulled out an umbrella from her bag, I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders.

“Don’t be silly,” she giggled, pulling me under the umbrella with her. I couldn’t help but laugh too, her laugh is infectious.

As the sun started to shine again, she pulled me down to sit on a bench. She beamed down at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly.

“So Ava…” She began. I knew this tone of voice, it’s dangerous.

“Who do you like?” She whispered, and I looked away. I wanted to say, ‘you, you, a thousand times you. You’re the only one I can ever think about. You’re gorgeous and sweet and funny and…’

Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my cup.

She looked at me with a cautious smile. “If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?”

“Okay.” I said.

“The person I like… …is you.”

I drop my drink.

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I know you read the description.

And you expect for me to fall in love with you.

That, or you already read this story and you just want to see me suffer again.

It’s hard to see through the screen… I can’t tell one reader from another, boy or girl. Not that it would matter…

(Blushes deeply) Anyway, that’s not the point.

You should leave.

Why are you going to the next slide?

Stop doing that.

Are you always this stubborn?

I said st-

Don’t interrupt me.

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I got married when i was 20 to a man that by all accounts wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t good for me. Long story short, I was married to a loser. He didn’t necessarily do anything wrong, he just didn’t do anything at all. Now, I am not a “typical woman” if there even is such a thing. I love myself. Sure, there are things I want to improve, but I don’t have a problem with my age, or intelligence, or what my body looks like, or my personality- those things that seem to stereotypically plague women just don’t bother me for whatever reason. I have a career where I make more than enough money on my own to live comfortably. I know how to use power tools, fix my own car, and google the shit out of anything else that needs to be done. I say what I mean, and expect others to do the same, none of this passive-aggressive nonsense. But I’m stubborn as a mule, and marriages are supposed to last, so even though I was the primary breadwinner, and did most of the things around the house, and raised my kids mostly on my own, I still spent 13 years in that worthless marriage. At the end of the day, my husband felt like I didn’t need him, because I am very capable. But he was wrong. I needed support. I needed a partner, a friend. Even someone who would see how hard I was working to just keep my head above water. I couldn’t manage EVERYTHING on my own; and I still can’t.

For some perspective at how emotionally isolated I was, I struggled with infertility for three years; I had to take tons of medications & shots that made me sick, tired, have hot flashes, body aches, and migraines for those years; not to mention the emotional drain of every month without fail seeing a single pink line on that damn stick. The emotion of going through a bulk pack of pregnancy tests, or taking photos of your cousin’s child’s first birthday (for the child they conceived after you started trying), is just… a lot to bear; I was very open with my struggles, because i think it helped other people too. Somehow, my husband wasn’t even aware this was a thing that i was needing support in. he had no idea. and it’s not because i didn’t tell him or directly ask him. he just was that thick and lost. he was a five year old trapped as an adult- lacking the ability to give support in that way.

And once I had kids, he was actually more of a burden than a help. I spent most of my time walking on eggshells, trying to balance being exhausted from a high-demand job, making dinner, and praying the kids (who are all-around good kids) didn’t do anything to “poke the bear” while my husband played games on his phone and mostly ignored them. I spent more time trying to keep them from upsetting him than anything else.

When i finally asked him to please leave, everything improved immediately. I could breathe again. I was free of so much dead weight. I was so, so happy to just not-have-him around. It was so much better, I never looked back, and I was ok on my own. Sure, I crawled in to bed every night, feeling ready to collapse at the end of the day. Kids are demanding, after all. But I was free. And I was happy.

But it wears on you.

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Paul stared at his wife across the table, noticing for the first time that her sweater was on inside out. Every morning he would lay out her clothes on the bed in a specific order, so she’d know which item to put on first. But it didn’t guarantee how Elaine would put on each piece. He’d have to pay more attention before they went out.

Their usual waitress, Sarah, appeared, holding a large tray with two sweet teas on it. “How y’all doin’ today?”

With Alzheimer’s disease, there were good days, and then there were challenging days. It was one of the latter. Elaine was preoccupied, scrubbing a stain on the wooden table with her finger, forgetting it was a permanent fixture of their booth. They’d been lunching at this diner once a week for years. That blemish had been there since day one.

“Today’s actually a very special day for us. It’s our fifty-seventh wedding anniversary. ” His wife stopped fidgeting and looked up. “The day she took a chance on a broke, balding fellow by saying, ‘I do,’” he said with a wink in her direction.

“It is?” Elaine asked.

“Yep, sweetheart, it is.”

“Congratulations, you two! Ms. Sue fixed up some of her key lime pie today and I’ll make sure y’all have a slice on the house before you go. Stickin’ with the Cobb salad and tomato soup?”

“That’s it.” Paul replied.

She nodded and turned, then swung back around. “I just remembered. We ran out of tomato soup about an hour ago. Chicken noodle ok?”

Paul looked at his wife, now scrubbing away at the stain with a napkin.

“Elaine?”

“Hmmm,” she said, again focused on the table.

“They’re out of the tomato soup. Do you want chicken noodle? Or a sandwich instead?” She looked confused, so he pointed to the menu and showed her a few other items he thought she’d enjoy, but she was having a hard time picking something new.

Suddenly she began to cry. “I want to go home. Please can we go home?” she begged.

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My mother said that out of all five of her children

I was the easiest baby

I think what she meant was that I hardly cried,

Rarely fussed

And was generally asleep

Which I guess was a good thing, for her

As the fourth of five she had a lot to deal with before she could get to me

So I made it easier for her

I kept doing it as I grew up

If one of my siblings dropped their ice cream,

I’d give them mine so they’d stop making a scene

When someone had to sit in a middle seat

You can bet that’s where my car seat would be strapped

In fifth grade, when Clara Gomez stole my cookie from my lunch box

I just shrugged, and ate my carrot sticks

My nickname was “montañita”, little mountain

Because I was never moved, never bothered, always calm

In seventh grade, I broke my leg

But I didn’t tell anyone for three days

I just gritted my teeth and hopped along

Until my father found me crying on the bathroom floor

He took me to the hospital, and bought me a cast we couldn’t afford

And when the kids at school called me a cripple

Well, you can guess what I did

In high school, my little sister Sofia was getting picked on by some boys

I pretended I didn’t see it happen

But that night, I switched out her too-small uniform skirt for mine

She stopped getting teased,

And I wore pants for the rest of the year

When my college Algebra professor lost my test and made me retake it, I just nodded and did it

When I got catcalled walking across campus,

I just looked down at the ground

And you

The first day you came up to me and offered to buy me coffee

I was sure you were making fun of me too

So I stayed quiet

Eventually, you flashed me that blinding smile and told me, “Guess I’ll take that as a yes, then. ”

I think I said about three words to you that first day

But I gave you my number

And answered when you called

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The impact was jarring. Unexpected. Painful.

Not at all how it is in the movies. Nor the books. It was gross. Gritty. Raw.

His messenger bag had checked her hard in the stomach, no doubt several bruises itching to arise.

Her hot beverage stained his cream colored sweater, no doubt scalding on his bare hands.

Both umbrellas had been knocked into the dirty puddles, the sheets of rain unforgiving.

Despite the bone-chilling weather, ruined clothing, and bodily injuries, they couldn’t escape the buzzing intensity of a connection.

Her gaze was locked on the damping hair, wondering if the hue of blond was real. His gaze was pinned to her widening eyes, curious as to how many tints of blue he could identify.

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This is a story about the first year of my relationship with the girl I love.

I suppose it starts back in July 2017. She was dating my best friend at the time, they were in a relationship for a few weeks and it ended on bad terms. While they were dating I had only seen her one time, I didn’t really say much to her as I am a very shy and socially awkward person. I think I managed to get a few hellos out but nothing more than that.

The next time I met her was on the 31st of October. To be honest I don’t really remember that night much since I was black out drunk for the majority of it. By that time things seemed to be ok between her and my friend and that’s how I started talking to her more.

In late November we were all talking in group chats, online I am a lot less awkward and am able to talk to other people, so this was a great way for me to start talking to her.

As I started to become more friendly with her I started to realise that she’s not how my best friend made her out to be at all.

We started to hang out more, and the more time I spent with her the closer I felt to her. There are quite a few people in our friends group, I couldn’t quite explain why. But I felt like I had some sort of bond with her, like I could connect with her in a way that I couldn’t with the other people. Usually I hate it when people hug me, but when she did it always felt warm and comforting.

Where our relationship progressed was on new years eve, I had one of my depressive episodes and ended up leaving all of the group chats I was in. At the time I just felt really lonely, as if I’m destined to never be happy.

She ended up private messaging me, asking what was wrong and why I was feeling like that. There’s only a few people that know how much of a shit show my childhood was, I felt comfortable with talking about it with her. And she seemed to have the perfect response to everything. After a while I felt a little better about myself and I will never forget some of the things that she said to me that night.

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I thought I’d had crushes before

There was Carson, who smiled at me in bio

There was Avery, with the beautiful eyes

But this girl

God, it’s like it’s not even the same emotion

I really thought I liked the others, I did

I’d blush when they were nearby,

Sit up straighter,

Toss my hair,

Get nervous,

But this girl takes butterflies to a whole new level

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Her eyes, oh her eyes. They got me every time.

They could never be classified as one color. They rebelled, taking on a different hue everyday. Every hour. Every moment. But they always sparkled with this emotion I could never place.

His smile, oh his smile. It zapped my heart every time.

His smile was something never to be taken for granted. He rarely showed it around people, but when he did, oh it was magic. The slight dimple in his cheek revealed his boyish nature.

But they always drifted from one another.

The timing never right. One was in a relationship. The other fresh out of one. Both single, but not ready to mingle. Or they would mingle, but with the wrong people. It was like this for years.

Until this.

It was snowing.

Her car was covered in the hardening white powder. She stared, hopeless. How could she get to work in this condition? A light flurry of snow falls from the sky, wetting her hood.

She sighs, holding a hand out.

A snowflake lands on her hand, almost immediately melting against her warm palm. A smile tilts her lips, her tardiness to the office momentarily taking a back seat.

He watches her, his unprotected hair catching snowflakes.

He had come here to break up with his girlfriend, who’s name he’d already forgotten. He didn’t know she had lived so close to her. Annalise. The one woman he could never have.

At her surprised appearance, he’d dropped his keys.

With his gaze still on her, he crouched down, fumbling in the cold snow for his car keys. But after stubbing his finger, he risks a glance down, swiping them up.

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*phone call *

Boy: Hey, hun!

Girl: Hey.

Boy: I missed you at school today. Why weren’t you there?

Girl: Yeah, I had to go to the doctor.

Boy: Oh really? Why?

Girl: Oh, nothing. Just some annual shots, that’s all.

Boy: Oh.

Girl: So what did you guys do in Math today?

Boy: You didn’t miss anything that great, just a lot of notes.

Girl: Okay, good.

Boy: Yeah.

Girl: Hey, I have a question to ask.

Boy: Okay, ask away.

Girl: How much do you love me?

Boy: You know I love you more than anything in this world.

Girl: Yeah.

Boy: Why did you ask?

Girl: *silence*

Boy: Is something wrong?

Girl: No. Nothing at all. Um. How much do you care about me?

Boy: I would give you the world in a heartbeat if I could.

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Some people like to say “everything happens for a reason.”

But I think that’s bullshit.

Was there a reason the love of my life died in a car crash at 23?

I didn’t think so. I told you. Bullshit.

Eric and I were the type of couple that beat all the odds.

We made it through long distance. We made it through moving cities. We made it through the death of his mom. Through all the change, our love was one constant I could rely on.

Our routine used to go like this;

I’d wake up at 6:45 in our shitty little bed in our shitty little apartment in NYC.

He’d already be up, of course. He’s an early bird.

I used to hate mornings.

I could hardly drag myself out of bed to the smell of the breakfast he was making me.

Now I stumble out of bed right away. There’s no use trying to stay longer in a cold, empty bed, all by myself.

I’d go to work, be home around 5:00.

Eric didn’t get home until 6:00, so I’d make dinner.

Lasagna was his favorite. I always complained about how much work it was and didn’t make it enough.

If he was still here I’d make lasagna every night.

After dinner, we’d watch TV, or play video games, or read our books. Always in the same room.

Sometimes we wouldn’t do anything, just sit and talk for hours. Eric was always great to talk to.

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This is the story that changed my life. The best way to explain it is from the begining.

I was 15. I had an anxiety attack. I was growing up and was home schooled due to some previous issues with traditional schools. My mom and my late uncle (I miss you, uncle Bob) took me to the hospital. I remember ripping my ID bracelet off more than a couple times because I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t know it at the time but I needed help. This is the story of the rest of my life.

I spent 11 days in a children’s mental ward named P78. I met quite a few friends there and during my home schooling that helped shape my story. Little did they know at the time how much they would affect me.

I need to backtrack a little bit for this to make sense. The friends I met during home school would always talk to me about this girl they knew that nicknamed “dictionary” because she was so smart. They always tried to get us to meet but it never worked out. We were both a bit annoyed at their attempts so eventually they tried to trick us into meeting. I was brought to her house a few times but she was “never home”. In reality she was antisocial and just didn’t want to meet with people. They called her on the phone and had me speak with her a few times. Again, we were a bit annoyed at their attempts. Shortly after this is when I was admitted to the hospital.

A doctor at the ward recommended a school, Eleanor Gerson high school. It’s a school for troubled teens. It’s for kids who have mental issues that may give them trouble in normal schools. My first year went off normally. I made friends, got good grades, and was generally happy. In my second year I met her.

Flash forward to Freshman orientation of what ended up as my junior year. We were going through meeting the new kids with everyone introducing themselves and giving a bit of history of who they are. I saw her there. She had long black hair and was dressed in what at the time was the latest gear from Hot Topic. My buddy (who will not be named just like most others in this story won’t be) recognized her. He had me mention a mutual friend of him and the girl to help break the ice.

A couple days later on the bus ride home from school, I asked her what she thought of her first few days. I got a cold response along the lines of “I just got here, how can I have an opinion?” She tried to push me away but it was too late, I was already smitten. A couple months later she came with me to get myself a new pair of glasses. I was feeling bold and told her flat out “you’re my girlfriend now”.

Over the next couple of years we had a few ups and downs but stayed together for the most part. That is until she wrote me a letter. Her own past and insecurities were getting in the way of us being a “normal” couple. She needed to break it off to clear her mind.

I was devistated, but I had to move on. I was taking college prep classes and eventually had enough credits to only be coming to school a couple days a week. We saw each other less and less.

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Butter

Sugar

Flour

A pinch of cinnamon

“It looks delicious baby”

I turned around to see my husband behind me

“What are you making today?”

I smiled and pointed to the recipe on the counter

“Cinnamon bread? You spoil me”

I smiled again, and he placed a kiss on my bare shoulder

“How much longer do you have on these?”

I glanced at the clock, doing the math in my head

I held up 10 fingers

“Alright, I suppose I can wait”

I cocked my head at him, raising an eyebrow

“No, no, I’ll wait till you’re done. Finish your bread.”

I shook my head at him fondly, pouring the batter into the tin

“Hey”

I looked back at him

“You’re pretty”

I rolled my eyes, sprinkling the crumb topping over the batter

As soon as I placed the tin in the oven, I felt his arms wrapping around me

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The clock had long ago struck twelve, and Captain Damien Rathbourne, Earl of Coulter, had developed a ferocious itch in his left leg. As that leg had been amputated over a year ago, he had no choice but to suffer in discomfort. The itch, of course, was the least of his pains. Tonight, the small things festered: women fastidiously avoided his eyes; conversations politely fixed on the weather rather than his health.

Half-foxed and wholeheartedly tired, he longed to leave. And yet at this late hour, guests still arrived. The latest announcement — Countess Something-or-Other — was a disaster. Her orange hair was twisted into a careless bun from which strands were already escaping. Her gown was outmoded, and her figure leaned towards chubby. As she walked down the stairs into the ballroom, she slipped on a step, and crashed into a gentleman. A ghastly silence swept the ball; a woman tittered.

“Unbelievable,” Damien muttered to himself.

Lord Darby, who stood near him, cast him a shocked look. “Countess Fraser? She’s a goddess.”

Damien’s gaze flicked back to the Countess. She had picked herself off the floor and appeared to be apologizing, her hands gesturing animatedly. She didn’t seem to be a beauty. “If you think so, you shouldn’t have much competition for her.”

“Are you mad? Countess Fraser could have her pick of any man.”

“She’s an Incomparable?” Damien was dubious.

““Course not,” Darby remonstrated. “I can compare her to loads of girls. She just comes out on top, is all.”

“She’s an Original, then.”

Darby waved his hand in denial. “No. Originals are all alike — snooty girls who think that wit and insult are synonymous. ”

“Well-dowered?”

“Penniless, if rumor holds true.”

“Blue-blooded?”

“Before she married the now-departed Count Fraser, her people were nobodies.”

“Connected to the grand dames of London society?”

“So far as I can see, the women all hate her.”

“She’s a goddess?” Damien frowned dubiously.

“A goddess.” Darby affirmed. “Not Aphrodite, of course. But a goddess of little things gone right. You can’t understand unless you meet her.”

Damien shifted his weight from one crutch to the other. After Vitoria, it was as if his human interactions had been amputated along with his leg. His cohort stopped speaking to him of sport and war, and gradually withdrew from him altogether. Damien was suddenly furious with the purported goddess. He had everything but his leg, and yet could find no one. This mysterious woman had nothing and yet charmed everyone. He suddenly wanted to prove that she was like every other girl at the ball. She would be wretched. Conniving. And above all, she would be unable to meet his eyes.

“Well,” he said, striving to hide his anger. “Why don’t you introduce me then?”

Damien felt every eye in the ballroom carefully choose to look in another direction as he crutched his way across the ballroom. He could move at a reasonable clip; Darby barely had to slow his pace. The little things, however, irritated. Young maidens magically waved to friends across the room as they registered his direction; they dashed away lest he should corner them. Men fixed their gaze on some far away point. Damien gritted his teeth and clumped along.

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Her hair swayed in the breeze, tickling the back of her neck

She was lounging in the hammock, under the tall beach tree

I could only see her back from where I was standing, but by the curvature of her neck I guessed she was reading

It had been 175 days since I’d last seen my wife

And now I was frozen, unable to move

She looked so peaceful, so beautiful

So soft and distinctly different from the active war zone I’d just left

And she didn’t know I was home

-Layla-

I spent most of my evenings in the hammock, enjoying the late August sun

Today I was reading, but sometimes I’d knit, or draw, or just watch the birds

I was trying to take my mind off the fact that it was my second wedding anniversary today, and I had no wife to spend it with

But all of a sudden I head a sound behind me, and turned my head

“Jasmine!” I cried, all but falling out of the hammock

She gave me the biggest grin I’d ever seen as she ran to steady me

I threw my arms around her, burying my face in her neck

And I started to sob with relief

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The voices and footsteps from the stage echoed back into the wings, and the familiar nervous exhilaration prickled across Lainie’s skin, raising goosebumps on her bare forearms and rousing butterflies beneath the tight lacing of her gown. She had thoroughly enjoyed her television work this past year, but she’d missed the visceral, bone-deep thrill of theatre. There was nothing quite like performing live.

She inserted the tip of her little finger beneath a ribbon and pulled hard. The Jacobean corsetry, however, she could do without. Her 1920s costumes for Knightsbridge might be hellishly unflattering on anyone with hips, but they didn’t squeeze her internal organs.

A burst of laughter from the audience eased a fraction of the tension from her neck and back. When the crowd was having a good time, and was generous in showing it, the energy was infectious.

It was still surreal that she was standing here, surrounded by so much history that the walls seemed to resonate with words and nerves and ghosts.

She wasn’t kidding herself. She’d been offered this festival role so the public could pay to watch her publicly insult and snog her husband, not because the director had watched her jiggling through the Charleston on telly and been struck with the vision of his ideal Beatrice, but whatever. She hadn’t been about to turn down the most famous theatre in London. And Much Ado About Nothing was one of her favourite plays, so it checked off two career goals in one contract.

Although it might have been better if the production team had picked one of Shakespeare’s bloody, violent tragedies for the gala run. Pressing her palm against the wooden beam next to her, Lainie leaned her cheek against her hand and listened to the faint strains of the deep cadence of Richard’s voice. The butterfly wings beat harder.

He really was a brilliant actor.

Inspiring to every other performer on the stage.

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They said that first kisses are special…

And they are for that certain special person

Yes… it is… but I lost it to someone…

To someone… who is not to “special” to me

I lost it to that certain bad boy…

To a boy named Jake… but he prefered to be called as Jax

He was an egotistic, conceited playboy slash bad boy

And if you’re asking on how I lost it?

His friend playfully pushed him to me…

And after a split second… our lips touched.

They said that when you have had experienced your first kiss

You’ll feel the butterflies fluttering, the sparks flashing. But I felt nothing… as if it wasn’t anything special….

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The Most Beautiful Short Love Stories

Who doesn’t enjoy reading inspiring short love stories from all over the world? After all, life writes the most beautiful love stories possible. For more, have a look at our cute love quotes.

Love.

When compared to scripted love stories in movies or novels, the real-life counterpart feels a lot more genuine. In the following, you can find heartwarming short love stories from real life that not even writers could think of. These are the cute short stories about love that will help you to not forget the incredible power of love.

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
Lao Tzu

Here are the inspiring real-life love stories of the greatest power on earth in its manifold expressions. Some of these stories are funny, others will make you smile. But they all will deeply convince you of the great power of love and how it is able to overcome every obstacle.

Enjoy these awe-inspiring tales of love.

Let’s start with some really beautiful and inspiring stories about love.

Eternal love

One day at work, Amanda received a beautiful flower bouquet. In it, she counted 11 flowers and found a short note in it. It was written in beautiful lettering and said:

“My love for you will last until the day the last flower in this bouquet dies.”

The note was from her husband who had gone on a business trip. Unsure as to what to make of the message, she went home in the evening and soaked the flowers with water. One day after another, the flowers became a little less beautiful until they all died. All but one flower. This was the day when she realized that there was one artificial flower in the bouquet that would last forever.

The bicycle ride

It is the year 1975, when Charlotte Von Sledvin, a 19-year-old student of a Swedish royal family, travels to India to get a portrait made by a gifted artist. The artist was born into a poor Indian family of the lowest caste, also known as the “untouchables.” Despite the incredibly difficult circumstances, the artist named Pradyumna Kumar Mahanandia had gained an outstanding reputation for being a gifted painter. His reputation led Charlotte Von Sledvin to travel all the way to India to get her portrait done.

By the time the portrait was finished, the two had fallen in love. Pradyumna was fascinated with Charlotte’s beauty. Never before had he seen a more beautiful woman from the Western world. He gave his best to capture all her beauty in the portrait, yet never fully succeeded. Nonetheless, the portrait was magnificent and Charlotte fell for his simplicity and his beautiful character. Because of him, she spontaneously decided to stay longer in India. Out of a couple of days became weeks and then even months. The two had fallen so deeply in love that they decided to get married according to traditional Indian rituals.

Unfortunately, the time came when Charlotte had to leave again in order to complete her studies in London. Thousands of miles separated the two but their feelings for each other never changed. They stayed in contact through letters, which they exchanged almost weekly with each other. Naturally, the newlyweds terribly struggled with the great distance between each other. Charlotte offered her husband to buy him air tickets, which he refused. He had not only decided to complete his studies first, but he had also set his mind on reuniting with the love of his life on his own terms. He even made her the promise that he would do anything he can to see her again.

After Pradyumna had finished his studies, he took all his possessions and sold them. Unfortunately, the money he earned didn’t even come close to a flight ticket. All he could afford was a cheap and used bicycle. Many would have been greatly disappointed, some would have even given up. But not Pradyumna. Instead of allowing the difficult circumstances to stop him from seeing his beloved wife again, he met the decision to use what he had in order to see her again. Nothing could stop him from reuniting with his wife, even if that meant an exhausting bicycle ride half around the world.

His decision was the beginning of a bicycle journey from India to the Western world. Pradyumna took all his paintings and brushes along with him in order to financially support his endeavor. His voyage led him through eight countries and took more than four months. But eventually, he arrived at Charlotte’s hometown in Sweden and finally saw her again. From then on, the two did never leave each other’s side for too long.

The man who moved a mountain

There are people who say love can move mountains. This might not be physically possible, but Dashrath Manjhi, also known as the ‘Mountain Man’, came quite close. In one day of his life, his wife fell while crossing a nearby hill and hurt herself seriously. She needed quick medical assistance, but that wasn’t possible due to the hill that isolated their small village from the next town. Tragically enough, his wife died from the serious injuries before Dashrath could do anything about it. It was the night when Dashrath Manjhi decided to carve a small path through the mountain in order to give his village easier access to medical assistance.

It was an ambitious plan and he was heavily ridiculed for it. But after working for 22 years with the greatest determination and willpower, a path was carved into the hill. Even though he was initially mocked and ridiculed for his mission to give his hometown easier access to the nearby town, he finally succeeded. His life’s work helped to reduce the distance between the two towns from 55 km to only 15 km, so that never again such a thing would happen.

A well-deserved prom night

Alex and his grandmother always had a unique bond with each other. He would spend hours with her, listening to his grandmother’s stories of a lifetime. She once told him that she had met his grandfather a long time after graduating from high school. This was also the reason why she was never asked out to go to prom. When the day of Alex’s prom had arrived, his grandmother was so excited for him. She had watched him save money for months so that he could afford a tuxedo and even a limousine. His grandmother eagerly waited to find out who Alex would be taking to the prom. But to her great surprise, he told her that he would be taking her to prom. He told her that every woman deserves to go to prom, no matter if they are 18 or 80.

The second Taj Mahal

The story of the building of the second Taj Mahal begins when Faizul Hasan Quadri and his wife Tajammuli Begum begin to realize that their marriage will remain childless. It is a difficult situation, especially for Tajammuli who begins to question if anyone will ever remember her after her death. Moved by his saddened wife, Faizul decided to erect her a monument so that his beautiful wife could be remembered for centuries. His decision marks the beginning of the construction of a scaled-down replica of the famous Indian monument. It has now become a location that attracts many tourists each year.

A weightlifters promise

When Susann saw Matthias Steiner, an Austrian weightlifter, during a contest on TV, she immediately became interested in him. She was so determined to meet the athlete that she kept asking the TV commentators for his contact details for so long until they finally gave in. Once she had his email address, she contacted him and they both agreed to meet each other. It was love at first sight and the two married not long after meeting for the first time.

The young weightlifter moved for his wife to Germany and applied for the German citizenship. He was so in love with her that he also promised her that he would one day bring her an Olympic medal. Matthias Steiner was determined to live up to his promise, but things came differently. In 2007, his beautiful wife Susann died in a car accident. It was an unimaginable tragedy for the young man. But he remembered what he had promised his wife. It was the promise that kept him going through this difficult time. He became so determined that he was finally selected to become part of the German Olympic team at the 2008 Beijing Olympics.

During the contest, Matthias Steiner was faced with incredibly challenging competitors. He had three weightlifting attempts but failed in two. Seeing his chances of ever reaching the podium diminishing, he put everything he had left into the third and final attempt. And as luck would have it, he managed to lift the incredibly heavy weight, which won him the Olympic gold medal. The scene when he was awarded the medal was broadcasted to millions of viewers all around the world and Steiner simply couldn’t help himself but broke out into tears while holding a picture of his wife into the cameras.

No arms, no legs but love

In 2012, bomb disposal expert Taylor Morris was severely injured after the explosion of an improvised bomb in Afghanistan. The explosion took all his limbs and changed the life of the 23-year-old US military soldier forever. While recovering from the injuries in hospital, Taylor was confronted with the painful realization that his limbs had gone. He also had to face the fact that he would be dependent on assistance for the rest of his life. It was an incredibly difficult situation not only for him but also his family and especially his long-term girlfriend Danielle. But instead of ever giving him up, Danielle became Taylor’s pillar in life. She helped him recover and took care of him during this incredibly challenging time.

Danielle played an important role in Taylor’s quick recovery. She never went away from his side and assisted him greatly when he learned to walk again with his new prosthetic limbs. After Taylor had recovered, he proposed to his beloved girlfriend and they got married. It’s a beautiful ending of an incredibly inspiring love story that shows that nothing can ever stand in-between to people who really love each other.

Accident with a happy ending

When Frank’s wife had a car accident, she was so injured that she fell into a coma. Years passed but Frank did not stop visiting his wife at the hospital. Even though almost everyone – including the doctors – had given up hope, he remained faithful that she would one day recover. Every time he visited her, he began talking to her, recounting all those beautiful moments they spend with each other. One day, when he showed her the video of their wedding day, she slowly began to move her hand. She whispered his name and began gaining consciousness. Several weeks after she had woken up, she had fully recovered and was finally allowed to leave the hospital for good. When the couple left, she told Frank that she heard his voice while she was in a coma and that it was his voice that was the greatest aid in helping her to return to consciousness.

Love letters from the Caribbean

In 1907, David Hurd moved from his hometown in Jamaica to New York City. The migration wasn’t easy for the young man and he became terribly homesick. He missed his hometown and the company of his friends. In order to distract himself, David Hurd began searching for a potential pen-friend from his homeland. He found a woman called Avril Cato from the Caribbean who was interested in establishing a correspondence with him.

The two slowly got to know each other, with one letter after the other. One year later, the two had fallen in love with each other, without having ever met. Seven years later, Avril and David met for the first time. It was the day before their wedding, as David had proposed to her shortly before. The two married and had six children.

A heartwarming farewell gift

When Gene was diagnosed with melanoma, he had only been given six weeks left to live. It was a shocking diagnosis but Gene decided to use the time he had left to make all the necessary arrangements for his wife Carol, with whom he had been married for 30 years. He cashed out his pension and used the money to pay off the house they were living in. The second step was to arrange a trip for his wife Carol and the rest of the family to Italy. When they visited a specific church in Venice, a priest was already waiting for the couple. It was in this church that Gene’s parents had married more than 50 years ago. At that day, Gene and Carol renewed their wedding vows and had the most beautiful day.

After Gene had died, his wife Carol discovered that he hid hundreds of Post-it notes around the entire house, shortly before he died. Throughout the course of many months, she found one note after another. The notes are beautiful and very personal statements meant to encourage Carol in this difficult time. But Gene also reminded his wife in these statements to fully enjoy every aspect of life, to sell his car and to move on with her life. It was the most heartwarming farewell gift one could ever imagine.

Surgery

When a surgeon operated a little girl, complications started to arise. She lost a lot of blood and was in need of blood transfusion. However, she had blood type O, which wasn’t available in the hospital. The surgeon, therefore, asked the girl’s little brother, who was an O-type as well, if they could draw blood from him. He explained that it was incredibly important, or has he said, a matter of life and death. The young boy, seemingly afraid, sat a couple of moments in silence until he finally agreed. He got up and hugged his parents, wishing them goodbye. After the nurses had taken the blood from him, he whispered anxiously if they knew how many minutes he had left to live. He was absolutely convinced that he was going to die so that his sister could live. And he was willing to do so. When the nurses realized that the young boy thought he was going to die, they cheered him up and explain to him that he had many wonderful and joyful decades left to live.

Runaway

When a young student of a Catholic Church asked her teacher about the reasons why she decided to become a religious sister, her teacher told her a heartwarming love story. Many years ago, when she was at a similar age, the teacher (let’s call her Ms. Patterson) fell in love with a young man stemming from a wealthy family. The two began seeing each other and quickly developed a deep connection with each other. Unfortunately, the young man’s family was not at all in agreement with the relationship. They even threatened to enroll their son at a university overseas and far away. As Ms. Patterson came from a poor background, she couldn’t possibly have afforded to go with him at that time. This meant that if they wanted to continue the relationship, they would be separated from each other if they wanted or not.

But they both had fallen so in love with each other that ending the relationship – no matter in what way – was not an option. For this reason, they decided to run away. In great secrecy, they planned their escape and set these plans into action when the young man’s family finally found out about it. But instead of quickly returning back home after running away, the two never went back. They joined the church, took holy orders and began traveling the world for various humanitarian missions. The two spent 40 years traveling and even got married, shortly before the man’s life came to an end.

The “make-up guy”

Dave is a make-up artist who regularly holds makeup artistry classes at the local community college. Usually, the majority of his students are middle-aged housewives who want to fine-tune their makeup skills. But this one time, he held a class that was attended by man as well. The new student was a gentleman in his best years with a seemingly boundless interest in makeup artistry. He was keen to learn as much as he possibly could and wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied with the result of his work.

Understandably, the man was the number one subject of conversation when the other women were alone. Speculations quickly started to spread. Was he perhaps a transvestite? Why else would he attend such a class? The community college was placed in a conservative rural area, which is why the other participants were quite doubtful of the man’s intentions.

Throughout the lessons, the man carefully listened and wrote everything down he learned. When the day and class were slowly coming to an end, the outer attendees simply could not hide their curiosity any longer. When they finally asked him why he was so interested in makeup artistry, he gave the most inspiring beautiful reply:

He said, “You know, my beloved wife partially lost her eyesight because of diabetes. She’s no longer able to apply her makeup. I think she’s absolutely beautiful, even more so without makeup. She knows this and I tell her every day. But the thing is this,… she simply feels not comfortable leaving the home without make-up. She never went outside without wearing any makeup-up. Seeing the love of my life like this makes me really sad. So I decided to take this course to surprise her! I do not only want to learn how to apply her makeup; I want her to wear the most beautiful make-up so her inner beauty also shines on the outside.”

A disastrous accident

When Tonya was driving her daughter to school, she was a witness to a shocking car crash. The accident was pretty serious, so she got out of her car in order to see if she could help. There were two cars involved in the accident. One of the cars, an SUV, quickly started to catch fire. She immediately checked if there were passengers left in the car and saw an unconscious 14-year-old boy. Without hesitating, she pulled the car door open and brought the boy to safety. He was brought to a hospital where Tonya and her daughter visited him several times in order to help him recover.

As time started to pass by, Tonya began to notice that her daughter started to go to the hospital on her own account. As it turns out, the two teens fell in love with each other and married each other when they had grown up.

A transformed man

One day Natalie found a worn down diary in the toolbox of her dad. It was his diary that he wrote roundabout the time he was 18 years old. Natalie absolutely loves her dad, who is not only the best dad but also a loving and kind husband to her mother. So wasn’t easy for her to open the diary, but eventually, she became so curious about his life that she decided to read it. The last entry in the diary was a short paragraph, hectically scribbled down. It said that at the time of writing the entry, he was 18 years old, an alcoholic who dropped out from college with a criminal record. Her dad also noted in the entry that one month later he would become a teen father. But he also made the promised to himself that he would set his life straight. That he would become the father for his little daughter that he never had.

I hope you enjoyed these beautiful short love stories.

Stay victorious!

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9 short love stories / Bright Side

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It's easy to love each other when hardships and difficulties bypass you. However, in real life, the relationship of each couple at least once, but is tested for strength.

ADME collected 9 stories about people whose love is not afraid of trials.

One evening I realized how much you need to love women. In the underpass helped my grandmother with bags to go upstairs. She thanked, then, after a little hesitation, asked to be escorted to the courtyard of the house. It turned out that my help was needed to get there as soon as possible, since her husband meets her every time she leaves the house. A practically blind old man with a cane could hardly move around the yard. He went to meet his beloved and take packages from her from the store. I immediately remembered how often I refused to meet my girlfriend from the store or from the train, because I was too lazy.
My older sister got married. Very often, her husband is capricious and makes a disgruntled face, saying that I won’t eat it: she didn’t cut the meat the way he likes. At these moments, I remember my sister's ex-boyfriend: she cooked chicken liver, and he always ate it, saying that he had never tasted anything tastier. And then it turned out that he was allergic to the liver. He loved his sister madly.

My wife's eyesight began to deteriorate after childbirth. She used to wear glasses before, but then it got really bad. I didn’t have the strength to watch how she suffers - I took an additional job, even found a job on the Internet. He worked like an immortal pony, didn’t get enough sleep for almost a year. And here it is - it's done! I saved up for my wife for laser vision correction. She recently returned from the hospital, she was surprised at everything around her. And don't give a damn about this year, about the expended energy and sleepless nights! I have a healthy son and a happy wife, and this is the main thing.
At the age of 18, I was diagnosed with a small brain tumor. I thought it was cancer and I would die soon, so told her boyfriend that I would understand everything if he left me. To which he turned everything into a joke and replied that he could only throw me over the hip (he is a wrestler) if I started such a conversation again. As a result, the tumor turned out to be benign. Now I am 21 years old, we have been married for 2 years, we are raising a daughter. I will never forget his support at such a difficult moment for me.
Recently, , my mother has heart problems , I have been living with her for a week, my father has been on a business trip for a month. He was supposed to return yesterday. In the evening we sit in the kitchen, I look at her: thin, pale, beautiful. There is icy calmness on his face, and his hands are trembling. There are keys in the lock, dad is back. Mom ran to the door, clung to him, crying and saying something unintelligible. He presses her to him, and I stand aside and smile. His love is her most important medicine.
Met a guy online. Cheerful, educated, good-natured. In addition to everything, a very pleasant appearance. We talked on Skype for several years. Then realized that I love him. He reciprocated, but was afraid to meet. She insisted on her own, came to him a thousand kilometers away. It turned out that the young man was disabled. Can't walk. We spent three months together. We will be submitting an application to the registry office soon. For me, he is the best, my Professor X!

I am infertile. The first girl with whom he was in a serious relationship, did not talk about it for a long time, he was afraid, and when the truth was revealed, she simply left. Survived a year of depression, then there were more relationships, but they also ended in nothing. About six months ago I met a girl, fell deeply in love, was silent about his problem, yesterday he told everything. I was ready for anything, and she looked at me and said that in the future it would be possible to take a child from an orphanage. I burst into tears, I want to marry her.
We recently moved to an apartment in St. Petersburg and started to make repairs. When they dismantled the floor, they found a niche with letters: the woman Anna wrote to her husband Yevgeny how they live with three children, how they survive, or rather, about how the city does not give up, about how they are all looking forward to meeting. The last letter hit my soul: “ We are waiting for you, Zhenechka. I can't write anymore, I've run out of pencil, but I'll think of you. Feel us, look at the sky and feel ."
Dated the most ordinary beautiful girl spoiled by the good life. It was easy and fun with her, and the means allowed her to satisfy her whims. He proposed to her, she accepted. But just a couple of weeks later I had an accident, I was partially paralyzed. The pampered girl was my nurse, loving woman and reliable friend for several months , despite how helpless and miserable I was. She sold a lot of things that I thought she couldn't live without. I learned to cook because I needed special food. She forbade me to apologize. Not a shadow of doubt, disgust or fear flickered on her face during all this time.

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Bright Side/Folk Art/9 short stories about love

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30 real short stories

Sometimes our life brings amazing surprises and trials. These are just stories from life that I want to tell about. Funny and sad, about life, about love and devotion. A whole life in these real short stories

Today my 75-year-old grandfather, who has been blind for 15 years due to cataracts, said to me: “Your grandmother is the most beautiful woman on earth, right”? I thought for a second and said, “Yes, that’s right. Perhaps you really miss this beauty now that you do not see it. “Honey,” my grandfather answered me, “I see her every day. To be honest, I see her much more clearly now than when we were young.”

Today I married my daughter. Ten years ago, I pulled a 14-year-old boy out of a van in flames after a serious accident. The doctors' verdict was unequivocal: he would no longer be able to walk. My daughter visited him several times with me in the hospital. Then she began to go there without me. And today I saw how, contrary to all predictions and smiling broadly, he put the ring on my daughter's finger - standing firmly on both legs.

Today, as I approached the door of my shop at 7 am (I'm a florist), I saw a uniformed soldier. He was heading to the airport, from where he was supposed to fly to Afghanistan for a whole year. He said: "I usually bring my wife a beautiful bouquet of flowers every Friday, and I don't want to leave this tradition because of the departure." Then he ordered 52 bouquets of flowers from me and asked me to deliver them every Friday evening to his wife's office until he returned. I gave him a 50% discount on everything - such love filled my whole day with light.

Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that in all my school years I never got to the school ball because no one ever invited me there. And imagine - this evening, he, dressed in a tuxedo, rang at my door and invited me to a school ball as his partner.

When today she woke up from an 18-month coma, she kissed me and said: “Thank you for staying with me, for telling all these wonderful stories and for always believing in me... And yes, I will marry you married."

Today I was walking through the park and decided to have a snack on a bench. And just as I unwrapped my sandwich, a car of an elderly couple stopped under an oak nearby. They rolled down the windows and turned on the jazz. The man got out of the car, opened the door and offered his hand to the woman, and after that they slowly danced for half an hour under the same oak tree.

Today I performed an operation on a little girl. She needed the blood of the first type. We didn't have her, but her twin brother also had the first 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 and held out his hand. I didn't understand why he did it until he asked me after we took his blood, "And when will I die?" He thought he was sacrificing his life for his sister. Luckily, both of them will be fine now.

My father is the best you could ever dream of. He loves my mom (and always makes her happy), he comes to every football game I've played since I was 5 (I'm 17 now), he provides for our entire family. This morning, when I was looking in my father's toolbox for pliers, I found a folded piece of dirty paper in the bottom. It was a page from my father's old diary, dated a month before my birth. It read: “I am nineteen years old, an alcoholic, college dropout, unfortunate suicidal, child abuse victim, and former car thief. And next month, a “young father” will be added to all this. But I swear I will do my best to make sure my baby is fine. I will become for her such a father as I myself have never had. And... I don't know how, but he did it.

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

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

My 21 year old Labrador can barely stand up, can't see or hear much, and doesn't even have the strength to bark. But still, when I enter the room, she happily wags her tail.

Today I was horrified to see through my kitchen window my 2 year old daughter slipped and fell into our pool. But before I could reach her, our Retriever Rex jumped after her and pulled her shirt over the collar to where it was shallow and she could stand up.

My older brother has donated 15 bone marrows to help me fight cancer. He talks about it directly with my doctor, and I don't even know when he does it. And today the doctor told me that it looks like the treatment is starting to help. "We are seeing a stable remission," he said.

Today I was driving home with my grandfather when he suddenly turned around and said, “I forgot to buy flowers for your grandmother. Now let's go to the store on the corner and I'll buy her a bouquet. I quickly". “Is today a special day?” I asked him. “No, I don’t think so,” my grandfather replied. “Every day is something special. And your grandmother loves flowers. They make her happier."

Today I re-read the suicide note I wrote on September 2, 1996 years old two minutes before my girlfriend knocked on my door and said "I'm pregnant." Suddenly I felt like 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 my suicide note to remind myself how grateful I am to have a second chance to live and love.

Today is 10 years since my father died. When I was little, he often hummed a short tune to me when I went to bed. When I was 18 and he had cancer, I already sang that same melody to him, visiting him in the hospital. Since then, I have never heard it, until today my fiancé began to hum it under his breath. It turned out that his mother also sang it to him in childhood.

My 11-year-old son knows the language of the deaf and dumb because his friend Josh, with whom he grew up together since childhood, is deaf. I am so pleased to see how their friendship blossoms every year.

My father died today, he was 92. I found him sitting in a chair in his room. On his lap were three framed photographs of my mother, who had passed away 10 years ago. She was the love of his life, and, most likely, he, feeling the approaching death, wanted to see her again.

I am the mother of a 17 year old blind boy. Even though my son was born blind, that didn't stop him from becoming an A student, a great guitarist (his band's first album has already surpassed 25,000 downloads online) and a great boyfriend for his girlfriend Valerie. Today, his little sister asked him what attracted him to Valerie, and he replied: “Everything. She's beautiful."

Today, for the first time in months, my 12 year old son Sean and I stopped by the nursing home on our way home. I usually go there alone to check on my mom who has Alzheimer's. When we entered the lobby, the nurse said, "Hi, Sean," and let us in. I asked my son: "How does she know your name"? “Ah, yes, I often run here after school to visit my grandmother,” he replied. And I had no idea about it.

My grandfather always kept on his bedside table an old, faded photograph taken in the 60s, in which he and his grandmother laughed merrily at some party. My grandmother died of cancer when I was 7 years old. Today I looked into his house, and grandfather saw me looking at this photo. He came up to me, hugged me and said: "Remember - nothing lasts forever, but this does not mean that it is not worth it."

I am a mother of 2 children and grandmother of 4 grandchildren. At 17, I became pregnant with twins. When my boyfriend and friends found out that I was not going to have an abortion, they all turned their backs on me. But I didn’t give up, without leaving school, I got a job, graduated from the institute and met a guy there who has been loving my children for 50 years now as if they were his own.

Today I was sitting on the hotel balcony and saw a couple in love walking along the beach. It was clear from the way they moved that they were crazy about each other. When they got closer, I was surprised to see that they were my parents. Who would have thought that 8 years ago they almost got divorced.

Today, 15 years after my grandfather's death, my 72-year-old grandmother is getting married again. I am 17 years old, and in all my life I have never seen her so happy. How nice it was to see two people so in love with each other, despite their age. And now I know it's never too late.

Today, after being separated for 2 years, my ex-wife and I finally settled our differences and decided to meet for dinner. We chatted and laughed for 4 hours straight. And before leaving, she gave me a large, plump envelope. It contained 20 love letters that she had written in those two years.