LOVE STORIES-VALENTINES DAY- SPECIAL EDITION!

"I LOVE MY MOM"
I might be the only one not writing about my girlfriend or wife. I really love my mom. She does so much for me, and even though times are hard right now, she makes sure to always be there no matter what. I miss her so much and hope to see her soon.


"MY SON"
The Love Of My Life.


"OUR MIRACLE CHILD"
My “boyfriend” and I had been together for 13 years – we lived together, taught at the same school and ran ultramarathons in our “spare” time. In 1995, my mother was dying of cancer. On our way to visit her in IN we decided that we would get married for her. When we arrived at her house, the first words out of her mouth were, “Will the two of you please get married?” She was thrilled that we had already made that decision. At the time I was 43 … AND the next week … totally unplanned … I got pregnant! We often laugh that our son, XXX, who is now 14, heard that we were going to stay together so he decided to come. His birth was one of LOVE … the love we felt for each other, the love we gave my mother (who died when I was six weeks pregnant) and the love that XXX has brought us and everyone who meets him. He was born in our mountain home with two midwives and ten of our friends. When he was first born, he had a row of red hair on the back of his head. My mom was a redhead. My husband, XXX, looked at that hair and said, “There’s your mother.” She is his guardian angel and though she never met him, we feel the love that she has for him. XXX is a both a miracle and a blessing!


"MY FAMILY"
know that love is real because, i was pregnant in ’07 and i was so very sad and depressed, my boyfriend and i were into a huge fight, my family and i werent getting along and nothing seemed to be going right. Then on the morning of Feb. 14th, my water broke! it was a miracle! My family came together, my fiance and i put our issues aside, and my beautiful little boy was born! So Valentines Day will ALWAYS be a huge day in my life and in my family! It brings happiness and pushed aside all of our troubles :)


"SOMETHING MORE"
When my first niece was born I was totally unprepared for such emotional tidal wave. There she was, tiny, squirmy, and absolutely perfect. Even with my amazing sister and her husband in charge of this little life, and a huge loving and supportive family, I still felt like there had to be something more to help this little girl through her journey in life. I have had several times in life where I question everything, especially God. After her birth I remember wishing, wanting, praying that here was a God that would take over where we couldn’t. Someone or something to protect her and guide her on her way. I wanted to believe so much in soemthing bigger than all of us, and I did. We will do our best to nurture this precious thing, and the rest is up to God.


"MY DAUGHTER"
I have never felt love as intense as the love that comes from being a mother. Everyday my daughter does something that makes my heart swell so big that it could just come out of my chest. It is always little things, like telling her dad or me that she loves us, or just making a silly face. The love I feel for her is indescribable. I love my husband, he is my soul mate, but the love I feel for her is completely different. She is my sunshine.



"LOVE STORY"
It was 5 degrees outside with a wind chill factor of -10 degrees. Biting cold. After working at my mind numbing marketing job, I had been in the career field for some 10 years, I was eager to get home to my two beautiful daughters, and call the day good. As was often the case, my youngest daughter was dropped off at my place of work around 4pm in the afternoon, and at 5pm we would bundle up and walk a couple of blocks to the car park. On this particular day, my daughter, XXX, then 5 years old, clutching my hand so tightly, bracing ourselves against the cold wind, looked up at me and said, “Mummy, even when we are apart, I just look at my skin, and I know that you made me, and I love you.” Needless to say, such amazing words from my 5 year old touch me so that they brought me to tears. XXX & XXX… I love you both, so much! Mum


"SERENITY"
I knew what true love was when my daughter Serenity was born. She may not live up to her name but she is mine. I knew love when I didn’t care what anyone said about her, i knew I had to stick up for her because no one else had the will power to. I knew love was fighting for her and I knew love when she tells me she loves me now.


"THE DAY MY SON CAME INTO THE WORLD!
The day I become a mother had to be the best day of my life! I became pregante after 3 years of training for Olympic Boxing . I only had a year left for the trials . I was always disappointed I never got the chance to challenge my strength . I proved myself wrong when I went into labor …lol He made up for any disappointment I might have had about being a Olympian :) He is now turning 7 years old and and not a day goes by I think that he is my everything and worth it all! He is the love of my life and hope to give him the support to one day make me proud to carry on the challenge for me . He is a very athletic little boy and he has so much love and support to go anywhere or do anything possible :) I never got the support when I wanted so very much to go into trials..and I hope one day Olymics or not he will shine in any light or lime light :) He will make me proud no matter what! He is truly my greatest love story of all time!!! My heart, my love always and Forever my hero my sunshine…



"THE REAL MEANING"
real meaning of True Love can only be felt between Mother and Child. Other Love certainly has meaning but True Love can only be found through the making of another being from inside yourself. Unfortunately, not everyone can experience this feeling of unconditional True Love. If your a Mother, I dont need to explain. If your not, this True Love is something that never goes away, under any circumstance for an entire life time, thats True Love, and until you can experience it for yourself, you wont understand what I mean.

AND ONE MORE FROM A DEAR FRIEND OF GIVING TREE.. AND JUST THE NICEST LOVE STORY.. YIPPEE!! THANK YOU TO ALL WHO LOVE!!

“The Guy in the Photo” Love Story Entry


When I first met XXX it was my first day of work at a fashion newspaper in New York City. I was nervous as hell, knowing full well I would be the youngest person on staff, not even a year out of college. As I was introduced to XXX, he was slouched down in his seat, reading a book, waiting for the day’s stories to be filed.
“XXX, this is XXX. She is joining us today,” our boss XXX said.
XXX looked up from his novel, gave a nod, and quickly returned to his story.
At the time, I was offended. Could he not muster a hello? A ‘nice to meet you’ perhaps? Welcome to the fashion world, kid, where people are rude.
I sat across from XXX, separated only by a half cubicle wall. I could see the top of his head from my desk. As the months wore on, I realized I was seen as the little sister of the group of mostly male editors. I took my lumps, did the grunt work and slowly but surely started to win over my male counterparts with sarcasm — and by getting the job done.
During this time, I was dating YYY, the first love of my life. He was a writer, a college professor and, well, he was adorable. Smart, dark, brooding, but lost, YYY was the complete opposite of XXX. YYY and I had things in common. We were an obvious match. People got it.
At work, I had a photo of YYY and I on my desk. It was of the two of us sitting on my brother’s couch — happy, smiling and in love. Little did I know the significance this photo would hold later...
Though YYY and I seemed so well suited, he was not ready for me. We were both so young and he hadn’t done his living yet. He hadn’t traveled, and I had. He hadn’t found his career yet, and I had. He hadn’t lived on his own yet, and I had. We said goodbye in his mom’s driveway one August night. He was driving to Florida to go to graduate school, and I was OK with it being over. I knew it was right. There was no reason we couldn’t be friends and stay in touch. It was for the best and as long as we could still share our lives as friends, it seemed sad but right.


He, on the other hand, was full of fear. He cried and sobbed in the driveway, begging me to say it wasn’t over. He wanted to be together even with the distance and despite common sense. My protests didn’t go far.
“YYY, you’re only afraid of the unknown. Once you get there, you’ll meet new people and won’t want to be tied down. Long-distance relationships always crash and burn.”
Still, he begged. He insisted! And what do you say to a sobbing man begging you to love him? You give in.
I was touched. This man really loved me. What an emotional display! And as YYY settled into Florida life, he even bought me a plane ticket to come see him in a month. Maybe this would work! But, two days before my trip, he called me at work and broke up with me over the phone.
Through tears, I knew.
“You met someone else, haven’t you?” I asked angrily, and also mortified that this was happening at work, out in the open of the newsroom.
“Yes. Her name is ZZZ.”
“I told you this would happen. This could have been so much easier and now I’m the one left in pain.”
“I know.”
He knew I was right. He apologized, he felt guilty, but in the end, he was done.

September 11, 2001: I watched the second plane barrel into the Twin Towers from my speeding commuter train. We all gasped, glued to the windows on the left side of the car. We’d all been concerned by the first plume of smoke coming out of the first tower, but that second plane made it clear this was not a simple event. This wasn’t an office fire or a tragic accident. It was bigger than our minds could comprehend.
Once in the city, I ran to my office. My cell phone, annoyingly, had been forgotten at home and every pay phone had a line of people waiting to call their families. On 7th Ave, people ran north, covered in dust, screaming in panic.
“Had they run all the way from downtown?” I thought to myself. Yes, they had. And they were running for their lives. Fire trucks took over the streets, hurdling down the avenues. My office was across the street from the Empire State Building, which I eyed nervously. In the office, people were huddled under their desks, the shades were drawn.
“We’re under attack!” someone yelled.
“Stay away from the windows!” said another.
These precautions were futile. If attack came, my desk was not going to protect me.
I called my family and assured them I was OK and watched the chaos, not knowing what to do. People scrambled in the office, seemingly directionless. Most people left and went home. As the only editor on hand, I stayed and waited to see what was going to happen.
“They’re going to crash into the Empire State Building next!” someone screamed. Why not? At the time, we had no reason to think any possibility was out of the question.
The phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Jenn?”
“Yes?” I replied, hardly able to hear with all the panic surrounding me.
“It’s YYY. Thank god you’re all right.”
I sank into my chair.
“Yes, I’m OK.”
“You should get out of the city. Can you leave?”
“I don’t really know right now.”
“There’s all kinds of planes missing. They think there are more targets. You should go.”
He cared. But why was it so painful?
I scarcely remember how the conversation ended, mostly because at the time the conversation in my head was louder. I was touched that YYY called, but still it didn’t change anything. He wasn’t mine. He didn’t want to be mine. He still needed to do his living. He couldn’t be my friend and yet, he wanted to make sure I was still alive.
The next month was uneasy. The country, and New York City especially, was recouping from unimaginable disaster. I’d never felt more alone. It was a time where I wished to have a partner to grab on to, and I had none. But I also realized that YYY would not have been a comfort. Instead, I recognized that he had been a burden. I was forced to carry his load at all times -- his emotional load, his discontent, his jealousy, his depression, his unease. Life with YYY wasn’t easy. And so why had I accepted the job?


Sundays changed my life. On Sundays, the office was nearly empty. There were only a few people on duty to finish the Monday paper. Sundays belonged to XXX and I. It was our day to get to know one another, joke, flirt and speak freely with no audience. And though he was 7 years older, it didn’t feel like a barrier. Seemingly opposite in every way, we had a chemistry that surprised us both.
In truth, though, I didn’t give it much thought. I was seeing another guy named CCC, whom I’d gone to college with. Well, by seeing I mean I was hanging out with him. He, again, had everything in common with me. SImilar upbringing, similarly career. So similar, in fact, that it was like dating a clone of myself. Not ideal.
One Friday night, CCC had taken me to hear Dido sing at a local bar. She was only coming on to the music scene then. We retreated to the back for drinks and to talk, but CCC leaned in unexpectedly for a kiss. I could not have felt less desirous, or more terrible. It was in that moment that I decided that CCC would be nothing but a friend. I had unknowingly made him think more was possible and embarrassed him through rejection. Needless to say, it put a halt to the evening. The gentleman he was, and is, he didn’t hold it against me.
That night, I tossed and turned in my bed. Why did I have this excited feeling — the kind you get when you have a crush on someone — if I didn’t want to kiss CCC? And my conscience answered me. It was XXX I was thinking of.
“The guy from work?” I thought to myself. “He’s so not your type! You work with him! He’s older! He’s a party guy!”
There were reasons, many reasons, why crushing on XXX was a bad idea. And I was determined to keep it to myself.
The following Monday, at 3 in the afternoon, I got an email from XXX. This was routine. Though we sat not 2 feet apart, sending information via email was common. I opened up the email:
“I think I have a crush on you.”
I sank in my chair and a red flush came to my face. Holy crap! What was I supposed to do?
My hands took over:
“I think I have a crush on you too.”
Send.
I waited.
A new email appeared in my inbox:
‘What do you think we should do about it?”
We went back and forth, ignoring our work for about a week. There were pro’s and con’s. Many many con’s. I was concerned. What if it didn’t work out? We worked together! Was he too old for me? Was his lifestyle far too different than mine?
In the end, we decided to just hang out on the outside and see how it went. I was to meet him at his house and from there we would go to dinner. I wore a pinkish/magenta shirt I knew he liked. This was a date, and a date I wanted to work out.
Walking up to his door, he was waiting.
“There she is, all pretty in pink.”
I smiled. He was sweet.
His apartment screamed bachelor pad — albeit abnormally clean bachelor pad. It was obvious he had spent the entire day cleaning it. It smelled of cleaning products and air freshener.
“Hold on, I just have to get something,” he said, retreating to the bedroom. I stood at the front door, waiting. I heard the crinkling of plastic and couldn’t believe my eyes when he came out carrying the biggest bouquet of roses I’ve ever seen. It required both hands to carry and was the most elaborate arrangement of flowers, wrapped in an equally elaborate giant red bow.
“I know we’re getting to know each other still, but I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want you to be my girlfriend.”
He smiled, embarrassed at the declaration he was making.
“Would you be my girlfriend?”
It was so polite! So old-fashioned! So beautiful! I was shell-shocked, holding the awkwardly bulky flowers, and mouth parted, still silent. Words did not come. The compliments, the flowers, the declarations, oh my!
“Sure!” I said. Why not? This was over-the-top romance. But before I could speak further, he kissed me. The flowers crunched between us, and I felt a glimmer in my soul. It felt good. Beyond that, it felt right.


Eight years later, XXX and I got married on a beautiful spring day. He was crying at the altar, and I was giggling. The two who always said they’d never tie the knot because it wasn’t necessary, were suddenly overcome with emotion and joy as they said their simple vows.
“I choose to take this journey with you, wherever it leads, with all that I am and all that I will become.”
On our honeymoon, we discussed our early days.
“You know that photo you had on your desk of you and that guy?” XXX asked.
“Eric?”
“Yeah, whatever. That guy.” XXX said humorously. “Well, I used to look at that photo and just wish I could be the guy in the picture. I wanted to be with you, smiling in photos that end up your office desk.”
“Really?” I asked, tilting my head at the cuteness of it all.
“Yeah. It was a completely new feeling. I realized that I wanted a partner and I wanted that life with you. I didn’t know how to become the guy in the photo, but somehow it happened. And now, I’m always the guy in your photos.”