Realistic love stories and touching love

real love stories
My heart loves you but (1)
Safia finished her university exams in early July, and with the heat intensifying, her family decided to go to the summer resort. This year they went to Sharm el-Sheikh, as a kind of change instead of Ain Sukhna.
From the car window, Safiya thought of Abdulaziz, their handsome neighbor, who had turned his heart towards her, and her heart had turned to him, since last summer when she met in the lobby of the luxurious building located in Maadi.  on its way.
The days rolled like this between looks from him and he was ashamed of her, and one of these days he approached her in a whisper: I love you.. you nameless, tell me your name and heal my heart that longs to meet you, my love.
Safiya with a constricted smile and blush adorning her thin face: My name is Safiya.
Abdul-Aziz: As for me, Abdul-Aziz is your neighbour, the chosen Safiya of my heart.
Night came and Abdul Aziz longed to see Safiya, so nostalgia took him for the roads of their street. He went down to breathe the air on a humid night, with a light wind blowing. He said to himself: I love her and I don't see her much. Do you think you love me and feel my pulse that you yearn for?
Her image was represented before his eyes as he sauntered his way, Safiya with black hair and brown tufts blending with it, and her thin brown face, as if she was a crowned Pharaonic queen, sitting on the throne of her king at the height of his power.
Light rain fell on him and he jogged to the sidewalk to take cover, saying: When Safiya remembered you, my heart rained longing for you, my love.

My heart loves you but (2)
Abd al-Aziz ran on the sidewalk with a swaying befitting the flexibility of his graceful body as he sang: And my girlfriend there competes with the moon, even as she covers her face with a curtain.
From the balcony, Safiya looked for rain, then she was writing her thoughts, which she ended with the words: Will my heart leave this knight?  To have the heart of another captive?
A month of infatuation and love and love with eyes, looks and whispers, from afar to afar, until Abdel Aziz moved away from her and did not return until he said to her: Good morning, my love.
On the balcony of her house, she was waiting for him for hours, with a bouquet of jasmine in her hand, inhaling it and yearning for him, hoping to see him and her heart flirting with his features, but time passes without stopping and this lover appears only from behind a veil, as if he is challenging her love with one saying: You will not see me anymore, the time has come  Goodbye time!
Safiya sent Salamat in the palm of her hand and tears on her cheek, and when she saw him closing the window, her heart scattered on the tape of days.
Abdul Aziz got rid of his tension after he closed the window, showed a simple tone of happiness and said to himself: Safiya no longer has a place in the heart, and I must not involve her with love more than this.
He glimpsed her kiss to him in the air, and his face blushed, regretting this love, which he rushed into and put his hand near his heart: Nadine is my love, and you are Safiya, just a passing memory in my diary.
She tried to meet him in the lobby as usual, but he was running away from her, turning his face to the other side as if he did not know her, and his heart did not love her one day and the last time he said to her: Safiya .. My heart no longer loves you believe me, I will not deceive you and say that your love is in my heart,  But you and the past has passed.

My heart loves you but (3)
Safia: Even in love, Abdul Aziz?!
Abdul Aziz says while he is far away: In everything, my dear, life goes on and feelings change.
And on the morning of Eid, she saw him walking behind Nadine and laughing by phone: I love you, Nadine.. I love you as far as the sky is from the earth.
These memories made her laugh and made her cry to the point that her tears flowed and overflowed over her headscarf that she wore a few days ago. Safiya wiped her tears with a perfumed tissue, then she sighed and secretly said: Oh my love, who left him despite my love, my heart loves you but your heart loves another, so how  I will be for you and you for another.
In a melodious voice she sang:
Tears crying over a past love
Cruelty deceiving my heart that was slashed
He cheats on me and I'm the lover
He is affectionate with others and you are close to him
O heart, do not incline to its whims
Leave him in oblivion
To be a memory to forget the longing
After you left me with the pain of parting

My heart loves you but (4)
In Maadi, Abdulaziz laughed with his wife, Nadine, who suddenly stopped laughing, and asked him: How strange is this love, my beloved husband, that he brought me close to you and you were the most distant people from me, and now you are the closest to my heart and soul.
Here, Abdul Aziz’s heart aggravated when he mentioned his love for Safiya or what he thought so, and he sighed with full force: This is how life is Nadine, we see love and live it every day, and suddenly we discover that it is not true love, but rather we have to search for our love with our minds and hearts until we find it or find us!
Safiya's sister Amal drew a picture of a heart on the sand of the beach, lightly and skillfully, then put her letter and her husband's letter in the middle of the heart exactly, and looked away and found Safiya in the house with her hair loose and gloomy, which confused Amal who rebelled against her silence, saying: Poor Safiya, you and your heart that was broken because of a deranged called  the love .
Safiya put on the veil and ran towards the sea, skipping hopes and not caring about her, and all that is on her mind now: If I swam in the sea, would the memory of my beloved die?
There, on the seashore, Safia stood pleading with the sea with the cesspool of the defeated, who fights his battle despite the penetrating wound: I am inclined to your waves in the night and to the calmness of your beats O sea, have you seen my beloved who betrayed my love and sold my heart for a cheap price, if I saw him tell him that my heart died after him, and cursed  His love and his secret was buried in iron and fire, and his memories became debris on the anchorage of my heart.

Real touching love stories

Many people remember their romantic stories... their love stories that turned their lives around and made their hearts beat without warning, but on the other hand, there are stories that start with a look, a smile, a call, and then a sudden, eternal interruption for no reason!  This is what happened with the heroine of our story, whose strange experience revolves between home, train station, and work.

My rope of thoughts ( 1 )
I woke up that day, as usual, five minutes before my phone rang. I turned off the alarm and tried to close my eyes again. I gave in to the necessity of getting up from the warmth of my bed.
I headed to the station from which I ride every day. I waited for the blue train. I love the blue color, as it reminds me of the color of the sea and the sky. I miss the smell of the sea and the feel of sand on my feet.
" what time is it ?  “
This question interrupted my train of thought. This person, I see him every day on the same station, I often find him looking at me without saying a word, only today he dared to speak to me.
" what time is it ?  “
I answered him with all the meaning of disapproval on my face, I hate it when someone cuts off my train of thought, the train came and I got up quickly, and my day passed normally.

My rope of thoughts ( 2 )
The next day, the same situation repeated, as I was standing as usual, thinking about my schedule, and he - the same person - came to me with a strange smile.
“Good morning, how are you, may I know what time it is?”  “
I looked at him, sighed, and then answered him, we each set out on our way, the situation was repeated the next day, but this time I looked at him separately and asked him:
“Don't you have a phone?  Don't you have enough money to buy a watch?  I don't know what time it is, and please don't bother me again, for I hate to have anyone cut off my train of thought.
He looked at me and then looked at the ground, reddened his face and tried to calmly raise his head. He looked at me deeply and then said:
“Sorry, since the first time I saw you and I wanted to talk to you, this is not one of my characteristics and immoral, but you influenced me something, how I wish you would pay attention to me once, but you always swim in a sea of ​​​​thoughts, I often find you closed to yourself, and rarely  I see you do anything else.
I felt heat in my face and drops of sweat in the palms of my hands, I felt very ashamed, the train came and I ran to it without saying a word, I went to work but I could not turn my focus to anything else, all day I remember this person, trying to recover the features of his face  , I repeat his words, a strange smile on my face, then back to reality again.
I went home and tried to continue my day normally, I tried to forget what happened in the morning, I slept tonight and what happened to me in the morning bothers my eyes.  When I woke up in the morning I didn't think much about it but I remembered what had happened yesterday when I got to the train station.

My rope of thoughts (3)
I looked in every direction and did not find him, the train came quickly and I went to work, my day passed in a boring and slow way, I left work, and after I got off the train, I found him standing there in a corner that seemed busy with something, I tried to turn my face and not look at him, I passed in front of him  He followed me and then I found him in front of me looking at me saying:
"Please don't get upset, I don't mean to bother you, I just hope you'll accept me as a friend, even more than a friend."
I didn't know how to answer him, I tried to cross but he got in my way and spoke again:
“Please, I just want to know your phone number.”
I did not know until this moment how I agreed and gave him the number. I ran to my house in a hurry, feeling a strange pain in my stomach and a smile trying to occupy my face. I entered my room, turned off my phone and tried to sleep.
I went the next day to the same train station, I didn't find him there, I got on the train and looked out the window, and he looked at me and said in an inaudible voice:
“Wait for my call”
I arrived at my workplace, I started to prepare for the beginning of the day of work, I had accumulated many things in the past days, I did not know to put my bag until I heard the phone ring, I pulled it out, and there was a strange number that I did not think was him, I do not even know his name yet  .

My Thoughts Rope ( 4 )
I opened the phone, I didn't confirm to pronounce the word "Who is with me?"  Until a strange voice replied:
Your phone was switched off yesterday, why?  “
I did not know how to answer, I did not understand what he said at first sight, he continued his speech, we talked all this day and the days that followed him, he was waiting for me every day every morning, we waited together for the train, each of us went on his way, we talked all day, he waited for me at the time to return to  At home, we talk about all things.
At first I liked his manner, and I liked my condition, his features began to get stuck in my mind, I began to wait for his calls, I began to be attracted to him, I resisted this feeling inside me, I tried hard to resist him, finally I decided to surrender to my feelings, I decided to let my heart live as it loves.
At the same time I started getting used to his presence in my life, he started to move away, I didn't understand why?  At first, I tried more than once to encourage him to come closer to me, but the distances between us moved away, my phone didn't ring anymore, the train station was no longer the meeting place as we used to, my companion didn't come home anymore.
He disappeared from my life, I don't see him anymore, where is he?  why now ?  what happened ?  I tried to answer all these questions myself, but I couldn't find any result.  I went back to my previous days, I woke up earlier than I was, I used to exhaust myself with work so as not to think of anything else, and most importantly I went back to the whirlpool of my thoughts next to the train station.