All love stories are nice. But nothing's more cuter than the childhood love. maybe coz it's pure. This story is about two innocent kids that fall in love. It started like any other cheesy story..boy met girl and falls in love. girl rejects his proposal so he cuts off his nerves and somehow they fell in love, kind of like a traditional Bollywood movie. After sometime, the girl moves to City for further studies. So they promised each other that they will keep their love alive and meet again, and parted. Time passes, but guy waits for the girl to come back. Never a day passed that he didn't ever thought about her. After 4 years, one day, his friend tells she's coming back. The guy was so happy that he danced and started making plans for them. He decides to surprise her by waiting at the airport to welcome her. Everything was planned and the day arrived. He was waiting for her when he saw her coming with some guy hands in hands. His friend tells him that she met someone last year. Broken hearted, he walks out of the airport and moves towards his car. As he opens the door, there was a rose with a note. He reads it "how come you're leaving without your Valentine?". As he turns back, there she was. His friend was smiling and they tells him how she planned the surprise and his friend helped her for the same. The guy she was coming earlier was her cousin who was smiling at them , mouthing CONGRATS. The guy, with tears in his eyes, hugs the girl tight and that's how they propose their valentines.?
"This all is scaring me. Maybe I should go to my parents for a while" she said to me. I should've seen this coming. After the events of the past week, this should not have been surprising. Yet it was. I ask her to re-consider. "All of a sudden? We've been doing better though. It was just one incident last Sunday. Please re-consider." She stares into emptiness as if peeking into my soul. Her hands folded in her lap almost as if trying to hold back. "Its not just one incident. I feel constantly terrified that it might happen again. I just need some time away from this place" she plainly states. Away from this place, or away from me, a voice in my head echoes. I silence it, like I've always done. Last Sunday, I woke up late as usual and saw her sleeping right beside me. She always looks so peaceful and calm. So dreamy. She is probably the most beautiful person, I think to myself. I was about to get up to get coffee when I saw it. I have never been more shocked or heart-broken. I didn't know what to do. I was losing all my senses. How do you react when you see a person laying beside you with their arm covered in blood? I don't know. Anyway, after the shock settled in, I tried waking her up but she wouldn't budge. I immediately called an ambulance and hurried her to the emergency. I strolled up and down the length of the hallway in anticipation of some news. The well lit but lightly populated hallway seemed to grow bigger and the walls seemed to close in with every turn I made. Is this what panic feels like? After 20 minutes that seemed like an eternity, the doctor came and assured me she was fine and it was just a cut. He said that it looked like a piece of her skin was sliced with a sharp object and that there was nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about? I was relieved and confused. I hurried to her and sat besides her. Took her hand in mine and told her everything is going to be fine. Isn't that what you do? Once she woke up I asked her how she was feeling and if she remembered how she cut herself. What she said next made me more worried than I ever have been. "It was a man. I don't know what he looked like. All I saw was a silhouette. I was about to scream but he overpowered me and made me unconscious. That's all I remember." That was last Sunday. It's been a week with no more incidents. We had contacted the police, alerted the neighbors, installed security cameras and every night I made sure to lock all entry points. The police tell me it was probably a robbery gone wrong. I wasn't convinced. I woke up every two hours to check up on her because that's what you do when you love someone. "But I've been feeling scared. I know you are trying to keep me safe but I still feel haunted. It feels like someone is constantly watching me, waiting to strike again" she tells me. Her wound has almost healed, but I guess the mental trauma is still there. We've been through so much in our three years of relationship. Silly fights to constant doubts of her cheating on me, we made through all that. We'll get through this too. "Alright, I'll drop you off tomorrow" I tell her, after all I'll always have a piece of you with me, a voice in my head smiles. I silence it, like I've always done.
Okay so you might think I'm stupid for this or something but when I was around 11 years old my mom and I had found a kitten in a bush and it was love at first site. I was so excited because I had never had my own pet and my mom allowed me to keep him (his name was Baby chicken, I know a weird name) but I loved him so much, he had the cutest meow. One day when I got home from school he was acting really hyper because he was excited I was home, so he started jumping all over the place and running back and forth. My parents got annoyed and told me to let him outside, so I obeyed them and let him out. When night time came I opened the door to let him in because he would normally wait by the door for me, but he wasn't there. I started to freak out and call his name and I started to cry. My mom heard me and told me to calm down, and she tried to comfort me, telling me that he would probably be back tomorrow. So that night I couldn't sleep, I kept waking up to check if he was by the door but nothing. The next morning, I got out of bed to check, still nothing. It became a routine for me for like a week and a half, I would wake up and run to the door to check if I heard his meow. And still nothing. One day I noticed these buzzards flying around at the neighbors house, I didn't want for that to be a sign as to where he went. Unfortunately it was, I looked over the gate and there his little lifeless body was (dammit, why do I have to make myself cry again) I started to cry and I yelled for the buzzards to get away but they wouldn't leave, so I was just there, helpless 11 year old me, crying my eyes out because I had just witnessed my very loved pet being ripped to pieces. My dad had found me and told me to go inside, he didn't want me seeing that. So I went inside and ran to my room, and all I could do was cry. It didn't help that there was a song that reminded me of him, I would cry everytime I heard it (for like 2 weeks straight I cried). I didn't think I would ever stop crying but one night I dreamt a very beautiful dream, and I saw him once again, he was playing in the grass, chasing a bug. Out of nowhere this voice asked me "is this him?" And I didn't know what was going on, then a book appeared and a hand pointed to a picture, a picture of baby chicken. And I had nodded, I woke up after that. I know this may sound corny but I think it was God telling me he was okay and he made it to heaven. After that dream I knew he was okay and happy, so I didn't worry anymore. But yeah, this was a story for the love of a pet, my pet named Baby chicken. I hope no one makes fun of me for this. ?
R.I.P Baby Chicken ? For a moment tears rolled out of my eyes, so heart touching.. Yew may or may not be winner but am gifting yew furniture
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