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Secret Love
stories

I've often wondered what it is that encourages a memory to be burned into your mind so that you never forget it. I wonder if life would be easier if we could pick and choose our memories, like a buffet of reflection perhaps.
Many people claim that memories are trigger - able, through sounds, words, touch and even certain aroma's. In my case, it is the sickly sweet scent of red roses that causes my mind to backtrack to that day. He wore it in his lapel you see, a large blood red rose, elegantly plucked from it's happy home in the soil, and manicured into a wedding tradition, that was started years before we were born, and for a reason we do not know.
...Forbidden Love - (by Chrystal)
Hi, my name is Chrystal.
I have been dating my boyfriend Jack for two years and everything has been perfect except for one thing: I’m Afgani (born in England) but I was raised Muslim which implies that I can’t go on dates for fun. According to our religion, you only are allowed to date when considering a guy your future spouse. The worst thing is that my parents have no idea I’m dating and yet a Christian guy. In Islam interfaith marriages are rarely recognized and hardly respected.
Jack and I met in college during our freshman year. He was a friend of one of my guy friends so we had a chance to see each other very often. By the next year we had started being together more and more and alone. Eventually our meetings turned into dates. And even though we kissed Jack respected my fear and didn’t want me to have any trouble. He was hard to resist and we decided to date permanently.
At first, keeping our relationship from parents was pretty easy because Jack and I didn’t take our relationship too seriously and we could keep things separate. My social and family life were disconnected and friends did often joke at me, saying that I was living a “double life”. Over time it became difficult to keep things secret because slowly Jack and I were doing almost everything together. I do often start to feel guilty that I’m excluding my parents from a big part of my life and that my family stays away from what I feel towards this guy. ...
My husband and I met in high school. I was the "new girl;" he was a smart-mouthed member of the cool kids, a year older than I. At first, I thought he was a jerk and he thought I was crazy. Later, I realized he was actually sweet, and he learned I was really... well, crazy.
We started going out when I was sixteen and he was seventeen, during the production of a school play. We were completely into each other -- totally obsessed. Our friends combined our names -- Tabitha and Babu -- into "Tabu" in honor of our devotion. But from the beginning, our relationship operated under certain constraints.
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(Lynae)
I really don’t know what to say but have a nice day I really don’t know what I just did but I feel bad and sad so it couldn’t have been good. I don’t know what’s up I have never been like this I like you but I don’t but I want you but I will not make a move I say I want well I just don’t know how this hold love thing is suppose to go you say it I say it now how does that feel to say it and not mean it is to live unhappy and alone
(Justin)
I don’t know what’s wrong I can’t get you out of my head it hasn’t been that long. But I’m feeling kind of sad I feel like I’m wrong for making you choose and if you choose him over me don’t forget I will always be there for you and love you always well I don’t know if that’s you, my heart ...
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