Stories from life about love. Love stories and romantic life stories

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We are neighbours. He believes in God, goes to church and even plans to become a priest. He is so funny - angular, out of date, always enthusiastic, embarrassed. Him amazing eyes- cornflower blue, deep and sad. My mother calls him Pierrot. In my opinion, very accurate!

Our friendship began when I undertook to write a term paper on the history of the Church, and he volunteered to help me. I also consider myself a believer, I go to church. Recently, while re-reading my diary, I found the following words in it: “The Church is the only place where I feel complete peace of mind" And indeed it is. But how different my faith is from his! Mine seems bright and life-affirming to me, but his... He’s so reserved and reserved, as if he’s constantly watching himself.

He seems to like me. How awkwardly he dodges my playful hints older sister, and the next day he comes again and sits until late in the evening... “Mother,” my sister teases me, and this joke makes us both laugh until we cry.

Of the poets, he likes Gumilev the most. Me too. We even have the same favorite poems. He is a lyricist. but it’s as if he’s ashamed of this and doesn’t let his song-craving soul go free. This feature surprises and outrages me most of all. What bothers him, because he is not a bore at all. What is he afraid of, why does he constantly restrain himself?

The windows are wide open. The aroma of lilac mixed with the smell of young leaves and wet asphalt is dizzying. Thinking about studying, about the session... Impossible! I rush into his apartment:

Spring is rushing into Moscow mansions... What air, what May! Let's run to the park!

I can not. Today is Saturday - all-night vigil.

For a moment I freeze in a daze. Why, why is he like this?!..

However, curiosity and passion for experiments take over - I trudge with him to church for the all-night vigil. The splendor of the decoration and the beautiful singing briefly take over: there are tears in my eyes, I repent of my frivolity. But after a quarter of an hour, like a bird caught in a cage, I look longingly out the open window - it’s May... How monotonous reading, the smell of incense and serious faces do not combine with nature frantic in the spring frenzy. What is he? Just attention. “Like a candle,” I note in my mind.

Finally the service is over. The heavy standing is forgotten, the soul is light. He smiles. “What a wonderful evening, nature seems to echo the service...” Echoes?? NATURE echoes SERVICE???.. Lord, how different we are!

Autumn. He is already studying at the seminary. I’m wearing a bright jacket, the most fashionable trousers, and carefully curled curls curl from under an elegant hat. long hair. In the Lavra, everyone turns to me.

How glad he is to meet you, and how his brand new black seminary jacket suits him... He quickly and diplomatically takes me outside the monastery. “What an outfit you’re wearing!” - "I do not like?" - “I like it very much, but the Lavra won’t understand it.” My face stretches out in surprise: “Why?!..”

We wander through an abandoned park, drowning in yellow and red snowdrifts autumn leaves, spread them with our feet, collect bouquets. The old swing boats, despite their pitiful appearance, fit surprisingly well into the golden splendor of the park.

Shall we swing? - he suddenly offers.

Fiery trees, a gray sky, a pond, monastery walls - everything is rushing like a whirlwind. Flying is freedom, this is bliss! “Vladyka Rector should have seen me!” - he laughs.

On a fine autumn evening, when the smell of burnt leaves drowns in the purple jelly of twilight, and the heart aches with unaccountable sadness, we walk along the walls of the Lavra.

Look, I seem to be confused in my religious quest. Why is it necessary to narrow everything down - after all, all religions, by and large, talk about the same thing?

If you look at Christianity as a set of moral rules...

How else can you watch?!

And you get baptized and you’ll find out,” he fell silent. Then he continued:

Christ is Christianity. Christ, not abstract rules. You and I meet so many people in our lives. And only one becomes more valuable than the others - like half of you. Why exactly did this person, why did he fall in love with him, believe him? Why? Don't know. “Only the heart is vigilant. You can’t see the most important things with your eyes.”

Only the heart is vigilant...

The day of my baptism was grey, truly wintery. Here is the temple - small, rural, wooden, cozy. There are regulars at the door, church grandmothers: “Give it to me, daughter!” The chorus of unctuous voices is suddenly interrupted by an old woman in a bright green scarf: “Why is this a ruble for me! Everyone gets two, and I have a ruble?!” ...My bright, solemn spiritual state is crushed by one phrase! These grandmothers will drive anyone away from church!

There are about ten people being baptized, from young to old. “In the name of the Father. Amen. And the Son. Amen. And the Holy Spirit. Amen". I stand among others, repeating like a spell: “Now, now I am a Christian” - and nothing! It seems to me that the priest will say some last, most important “Amen”, and I will feel that I have become completely different. I'm trying to take a closer look at myself... No, still the same. It's kind of a shame.

I'm going to the bus stop. A familiar green scarf looms near the church fence. “Help, daughter!” - says the grandmother... And I suddenly notice that both her lips and hands are completely blue from the cold.

In winter, he came home quite rarely, and when he arrived, he would drop in for some 10-15 minutes and disappear again. “So our... our friendship is over,” I thought. Only sometimes on Sundays he invited me to the Lavra, and everything became as before - jokes, memories and conversations...

Early Sunday morning. I put on the only toe-length skirt in my wardrobe and tie a scarf on my head. “Who do you look like?!” - parents laugh. Today he is waiting for me, so forward, on a cold train past snow-covered villages to Sergiev Posad, and then along the creaking sparkling snow straight to the Lavra. The mighty domes of ancient cathedrals, like Atlantes, support the low gray-blue sky. The bell strikes steadily and loudly. Flocks of birds soar into the air, and a screaming carousel soars above the bell tower.

Life in the Lavra is subject to some special rhythm and is imbued with a special atmosphere. I get inside, and my toes automatically come together, my eyes go down, and with a small mincing gait I head towards him. “Well, you’re just like a real mother!” I’m all beaming - I want to be at least a little involved in these cathedrals, this ringing, this new, still incomprehensible, but for some reason alluring life. She doesn't seem gloomy anymore.

Much has been experienced, changed, and felt this snowy winter. Then there was the first confession, the first Lent, the first - real - Easter. “Why are you a jumping firefly, don’t you jump anymore?”

And it's May again. I'm sitting at open window unable to tear myself away from the spring allegro. Again and again, “The Poems of Yuri Zhivago” haunts me:

And the same mixture of fire and horror

In freedom and in living comfort

And everywhere the air is not itself...

Doorbell. On the threshold - he, in some kind of Little Russian white shirt with an embroidered ornament. “Just like the groom, only there aren’t enough flowers,” I chuckled in my heart. An hour passed, then another. Now, he’ll finish his tea and start saying goodbye... “Yes, by the way, I wanted to ask you something, that’s what I actually came for.” Oh, that’s why he came - my heart sank painfully. But immediately my bitter thoughts were interrupted. Because he suddenly said, very softly and quietly:

Marry me...

Everything happens in life! And Love has not only Everything, but Everything in the World!

"Zhenya plus Zhenya"

Once upon a time there was a girl, Zhenya... Does this beginning remind you of anything? Yes Yes! The famous and wonderful fairy tale “Tsvetik-Semitsvetik” begins in almost the same way.

In fact, everything starts differently... The girl named Zhenya was eighteen. There were literally a few days left until school graduation. She didn’t expect anything special from the holiday, but she was going to participate (attend) in it. The dress was already prepared. Shoes too.

When graduation day arrived, Zhenya even changed her mind about going where she had planned. But her friend Katya “tuned” her to her previous plans. Zhenya was surprised that for the first time (in her entire life) she was not late for the event. She arrived at it in a second and couldn’t believe her watch!

Her reward for such a “feat” was meeting the guy of her dreams, who, by the way, was also Zhenya’s namesake.

Zhenya and Zhenya dated for nine years. But on the tenth day they decided to get married. We decided and did it! Then we went to Honeymoon, to Turkey. In such a romantic period, they also did not leave themselves without “humor”….

They went for a massage. They carried out this pleasant procedure in the same room, but different people. Since the massage therapists spoke little Russian, the atmosphere was already special. Of course, the specialist massage therapists were interested to know the names of their “guests”. The one who massaged Zhenya asked her name. The second masseuse found out the name of Zhenya’s husband. Apparently, the massage therapists really liked the coincidence of names. And they made one big joke out of it... They started calling Zhenya on purpose so that he and she would turn around, react and flinch. It looked funny!

"The Long-Awaited Boat of Love"

The girl Galya received her education at a private and prestigious higher education educational institution. The years passed very quickly for her. In the third year they picked up running because Galochka met her true love. Her aunt bought her a two-room apartment in a good area, and Sasha (her boyfriend) renovated it. They lived peacefully and happily. The only thing that Galya took a long time to get used to was Sasha’s long business trips. He is a sailor. Galya did not see him for four months. The guy came for a week or two and left again. And Galya was bored and waited, waited and missed...

She was more bored and sad because Sanya was against dogs and cats, and Gala was lonely waiting for his return. And then a classmate of a girl turned up who needed an apartment (a room in it). They began to live together, although Sasha was against such living.

Tatyana (Gali’s classmate) changed her life like no one else. This quiet woman who believed in God took Sasha away from Gali. What the girl experienced is known only to her. But a little time passed, and Sasha returned to his beloved. He begged her for forgiveness, because he realized his “harsh” mistake. And Galyunya forgave... Forgave, but did not forget. And he is unlikely to forget. Just like what he told her on that very day of his return: “She was very similar to you. Your main difference is that you were not homely, but Tanya has always been like that. I’m leaving somewhere - I’m calm, I’m not worried that she’ll run away from me somewhere. You are another matter! But I realized that you are the best and I don’t want to lose you.”

Tanya left the lovers' life. Things started to look up. Now Galka is waiting not only for a boat of love with the owner of her heart, but also for their wedding day. It has already been set and no one is going to change the date.

This life story teaches us that real love never dies, that there are no obstacles in true love.

“New Year’s breakup is the beginning of new love”

Vitaly and Maria fell in love so much that they were already planning to get married. Vitaly gave Masha a ring, confessed his love a thousand times... At first everything was as great as in the movies. But soon the “weather of relationships” began to deteriorate. AND New Year the couple celebrated no longer together... Vitalya called the girl and said the following: “You are very cool! Thank you for everything. I felt incredibly good with you, but we are forced to part. It will be better not only for me, but also for you, believe me! I'll call again." Tears flowed from the girl’s eyes in streams, her lips, hands and cheeks trembled. Her lover hung up... Her beloved left her forever, trampling her love... This happened almost at midnight on New Year's Day...

Maria threw herself on the pillow and continued to cry. She would have been glad to stop, but nothing worked for her. The body did not want to listen to her. She thought: "This is the first New Year's celebration, which I am destined to meet in complete solitude and with such deep trauma....” But the guy who lived in the next entrance “created” a different turn of events for her. What did he do that was so unearthly? He just called and invited her to celebrate a magical holiday. The girl denied it for a long time. It was hard for her to speak (tears got in the way). But the friend “defeated” Maria! She gave up. She got ready, put on her makeup, took a bottle of delicious wine, a bag of delicious sweets, and ran to Andrey (that was the name of her friend - the savior).

A friend introduced her to another friend of his. Who, a few hours later, became her boyfriend. That's how it happens! Andryukha, like the rest of the guests, got very drunk and went to bed. And Maria and Sergei (Andrey’s friend) stayed talking in the kitchen. They didn’t even notice how they met the dawn. And none of the guests believed that nothing but conversations happened between them.

When it was time to go home, Seryozha wrote his mobile number on a crumpled piece of newspaper. Masha did not answer in kind. She promised that she would call. Maybe someone won’t believe it, but she kept her promise a few days later, when the New Year’s bustle had calmed down a little.

When was the next date between Masha and Seryozhka... The first phrase the guy said was: “if you lose something dear, you will definitely find something better!”

Seryozha helped Masha forget the man who brought her millions of suffering. They immediately understood that they loved each other, but were afraid to admit it to themselves...

Continuation. . .

Romantic and touching stories about true love, which is not afraid of long separation and old age.

60 years of separation

Anna Kozlova had been married for only three days when she had to say goodbye to her husband: Boris was leaving to fight in the Red Army, and she had to wait for his imminent return - or so it seemed to them then.
While Boris was fighting, Anna and her family were exiled to Siberia during Stalin's repressions, and Anna could not even send news to her husband, and Boris was looking for his wife long years. They were from the same village, but Anna was forbidden to come there, so they lost contact.
Anna even had thoughts of suicide - her despair was so great. Her mother then destroyed all memories of life together spouses - souvenirs, wedding photographs, letters. In the end, Anna married for the second time, Boris did the same. They knew nothing about each other.
Years passed and their spouses died. And then, 60 years later, something miraculous happened: Anna finally managed to come to her native village of Borovlyanka, where she saw an old man at the opposite end of the street - it was Boris. He came to the village to visit the graves of his parents and saw Anna. He recognized her immediately and ran up to her. As in a real fairy tale, they played a second wedding and lived happily ever after.

Love is stronger than distance

When Irina and Woodford McClellan got married, they could not have imagined that another 11 years would pass before they could finally be together.
In the early 1970s, Irina lived in Moscow and worked at the Institute of World Economics and international relations- it was there that she met an American professor named Woodford McClellan. They fell in love and married two years later in May 1974. But in August Woodford's visa expired and he was forced to leave Soviet Union and return home.
Woodford tried to visit his wife in Moscow, but was repeatedly denied entry. Irina, in turn, was denied permission to leave the country without explanation. The newlyweds celebrated their anniversaries with photos and phone calls.
Finally, after 11 years, Irina was allowed to move to the United States, and at the end of January 1986 she flew to Baltimore-Washington International Airport. Her husband, with whom she is last time I saw her 11 years ago at an airport thousands of kilometers away, and rushed to hug her. The touching reunion of the spouses was filmed by reporters, and Irina wrote a book about her life called “Love and Russia: 11 years of struggle for her husband and freedom.”

Most long marriage in USA

Ann was 17, and she was born into a family of Syrian immigrants. John was 21 years old and they both grew up in the same area. They became friends in high school, and then fell in love with each other, but Ann’s father planned to marry his daughter to a certain man 20 years older than her.
Refusing to be led by circumstances, John and Anne fled to New York together. Anne's father was furious, but one of the family members advised him to calm down, saying that this affair could not last long. It should be noted that the lovers eloped in 1932, and together they then watched as huge changes took place in the world, from the Great Depression and World War II to the advent of television and iPhones.
On November 24, 2013, John and Ann Betar celebrated their 81st wedding anniversary. For spouses big family: five children, 14 grandchildren and already 16 great-grandchildren. John, 102, and Anne, 98, are the oldest couple in the United States.

Touching song

Sometimes the most touching love stories happen when one person in a couple dies.
Fred Stoboch never thought he would one day lose the love of his life. In 1940 he married Lorraine, "the beautiful girl"that he had ever seen," and their marriage was very happy. They had three children and four grandchildren, but after 73 years of marriage, Lorraine passed away.
96-year-old Fred tried to pull himself together and move on with his life. A month after his wife's death, he came across an advertisement for a local singing competition. By his own admission, Fred never had an ear for music, but he wrote a beautiful and touching song that became a hit on the airwaves.
He didn't have the musical skills to write the music for "Dear Lorraine," so he only sent a letter to the studio with the lyrics. Everyone in the studio was so moved that they decided to revive the song and made a short documentary called "Fred's Letter" to tell his story to the world.

"Diary" in real life

The film Diary tells the story of a woman who suffered from dementia and her husband who read the diary to her to remind her of her life. The film is based on a fictional romance novel, but this also happens in real life.
Jack and Phyllis Potter lived this way: In the 1990s, Jack decided he would not allow his wife to sink into the loneliness of dementia.
Jack started keeping a diary when he was still a child and kept it throughout his life. When Jack met Phyllis on October 4, 1941, their romance remained in the pages of a diary. Jack fell in love with Phyllis at first sight, and wrote about it in his diary: “A very good evening. I danced with a cute girl. I hope to meet her again."
Just 16 months after that first meeting, they got married. They lived in Kent, England, for over 50 years. Eventually, Phyllis' dementia prevented her from living a normal life, leaving Jack to cope alone while Phyllis moved into a nursing home.
But this does not stop Jack from visiting her every day and reading her something from his diary. He reminds her of their family and shows her pictures of their children and pets. And Phyllis, despite everything, has not forgotten how much she loves Jack: she is always overjoyed when he comes to see her. They have been married for almost 70 years.

75 years after the first kiss

In third grade, Carol Harris played the role of Sleeping Beauty and her co-star George Raines kissed her. He played the prince, and it was the first kiss for both of them.
After graduating from high school, George moved from Saint John, New Brunswick to Toronto, Ontario, where he started a family. Several decades passed, and after 61 years of marriage, he lost his wife. He decided to return to his homeland, St. John, and there he met Carol again, they hit it off and quickly became friends. A romance began, and after some time George proposed to Carol at the Ontario restaurant.
George told reporters that their romance was reminiscent of the fairy tale “Beauty and the Beast,” and Carol believes that she has finally found her prince. So, 75 years after their first kiss, they got married.

A 100-year-old man married the woman of his dreams

In 1983, friends introduced Forrest Lansway and Rose Pollard: it was at a party, and the couple was invited to dance together. Forrest had been widowed twice by that time, Rose had also lost her husband, who died from a long and painful illness, and had no plans to get married again - she just wanted to communicate.
They lived 64 km from each other, but did everything possible to see each other as often as possible. The courtship was a leisurely one: over the next two decades, Forrest often drove to Rose's to see her and then drove home that same night.
In 2003, Forrest moved to the city of Rose - Capistarano Beach, then he proposed to her. Rose did not take it seriously, since she was 80 years old and he was 90, and jokingly promised to marry him when he turned 100 years old. But this was no joke to Forrest, and on the eve of his hundredth birthday, Rose finally decided to accept his proposal.
The couple got married at a local registry office on Forrest's birthday, and Honeymoon spent in a hotel nearby, in a room overlooking the ocean. Congratulations flew to them from all over the world, they were even congratulated by US President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama.

They were born and died on the same day

Les Brown Jr. and his wife Helen were born on the same day, December 31, 1918. They met in high school and fell in love at first sight. Les's family was rich, and Helen was working class, so her parents did not approve of their love. But right after they graduated from school at 18, they ran away together.
They got married and lived their lives in Southern California. They spent all their days together, and even when they turned 90 years old, they remained active and healthy. At the end of her life, Helen was diagnosed with stomach cancer, and Les suffered from Parkinson's disease. After 75 years of marriage, Helen died on July 16, 2013, and Les quietly left for his wife a day later.

The ocean of love is no obstacle

Judith Lovell knew her grandfather as a strict and worthy man, and therefore was delighted when she found his love correspondence with her grandmother.
David Hurd moved from Jamaica to New York in 1907 and took on any job to earn a living. He was lonely and out of boredom wrote a letter to an unknown woman from Jamaica. Avril Kato received her first letter in October 1913, and within next year David corresponded enthusiastically with unknown woman, although I haven’t even seen a photograph of her.
With each letter their love grew stronger, and one day David took the plunge and proposed to a woman he had never seen. He sent the letter and began to wait tensely for an answer - Avril's family gave their blessing. They first met in Jamaica, where David came for his own wedding in 1914. They were not disappointed - their love only became stronger.
The day after the wedding, Avril left with her husband for America. They settled in New York and raised six children. Avril died in 1962, but David did not want to marry anyone else: he loved Avril until last day and passed away in 1971.

People from different countries talk about joyful moments from their life... (translation of the article “Tiny Love Stories to Make You Smile” on fit4brain.com)

• Today I told my 18-year-old grandson that no one invited me to my high school graduation, so I didn't go. He showed up at my house this evening, dressed in a suit, and took me to his prom as his date.

• Today I was sitting in the park, eating my sandwich for lunch, when I saw a car with an elderly couple pull up to an old oak tree nearby. His windows rolled down and sounds good jazz. Then the man got out of the car, helped his companion out, took her a few meters away from the car, and for the next half hour they danced under an ancient oak tree to the sounds of beautiful melodies.

• Today I operated on a little girl. She needed the first blood type. We didn't have one, but her twin brother has the same group. I explained to him that this was a matter of life and death. He thought for a moment and then said goodbye to his parents. I didn't pay attention until we drew blood and he asked, "So when do I die?" He thought he was giving his life for her. Fortunately, they are both fine now.

• Today my dad is the most best father, about which you can dream. He loving husband to my mother (always makes her laugh), he's been to every one of my soccer games since I was 5 years old (I'm 17 now), and he provides for our entire family as a construction foreman. This morning, when I was looking through my father's toolbox for pliers, I found dirty folded paper at the bottom. It was an old journal entry written by my father exactly a month before the day I was born. It read: “I am eighteen years old, an alcoholic college dropout, a failed suicide victim, a victim of child abuse, and a criminal history of auto theft. And next month, “teen dad” will also appear on the list. But I swear that I will do everything right for my baby. I will be the father I never had." And I don't know how he did it, but he did it.

• Today my 8 year old son hugged me and said, “You best mom in the world". I smiled and asked sarcastically, “How do you know? You haven’t seen all the mothers in the world.” But my son, in response to this, hugged me even tighter and said: “I saw it.” My world is you."

• Today I saw an elderly patient with severe Alzheimer's disease. He can rarely remember given name and often forgets where he is and what he said a minute earlier. But by some miracle (and I think this miracle is called love), every time his wife comes to visit him, he remembers who she is and greets her with “Hello, my beautiful Kate.”

• Today my Labrador is 21 years old. He can barely stand up, can barely see or hear anything, and doesn't even have the strength to bark. But every time I enter the room, he wags his tail happily.

• Today is our 10th anniversary, but since my husband and I were recently unemployed, we agreed not to spend money on gifts. When I woke up this morning, my husband was already in the kitchen. I went downstairs and saw beautiful wild flowers all over the house. There were at least 400 of them, and he really didn't spend a penny.

• My 88 year old grandmother and her 17 year old cat are both blind. My grandmother is helped around the house by a guide dog, which is natural and normal. However, recently the dog began to lead the cat around the house. When a cat meows, the dog comes up and rubs its nose against it. Then the cat gets up and begins to follow the dog - to the food, to the “toilet”, to the chair in which she likes to sleep.

• Today my older brother donated his bone marrow for the 16th time to help me treat cancer. He communicated directly with the doctor, and I didn’t even know about it. And today my doctor told me that the treatment seems to be working: “The number of cancer cells has dropped dramatically in the last few months.”

• Today I was driving home with my grandfather when he suddenly made a U-turn and said: “I forgot to buy a bouquet of flowers for grandma. Let's go to the florist on the corner. It will only take a second." “What is so special today that you have to buy her flowers?” I asked. “Nothing special,” said grandfather. “Every day is special. Your grandmother loves flowers. They make her smile."
• Today I re-read the suicide letter I wrote on September 2, 1996, two minutes before my girlfriend knocked on the door and said, “I'm pregnant.” Suddenly I felt that I wanted to live again. Today she is my beloved wife. And my daughter, who is already 15 years old, has two younger brother. From time to time I re-read this suicide letter to remind myself how grateful I am to have a second chance to live and love.

• Today, my 11-year-old son speaks fluent sign language because his friend Josh, with whom he grew up since infancy, is deaf. I love seeing their friendship grow stronger every year.

• Today I am the proud mother of a 17-year-old blind boy. Although my son was born blind, this did not stop him from studying excellently, becoming a guitarist (the first album of his band has already exceeded 25,000 downloads online) and a great guy for his girlfriend Valerie. Today his little sister asked him what he loved most about Valerie and he replied, “Everything. She's beautiful."

• Today I served an elderly couple in a restaurant. They looked at each other in such a way that it was immediately clear that they loved each other. When the man mentioned that they were celebrating their anniversary, I smiled and said, “Let me guess. You have been together for many, many years.” They smiled and the woman said, “Actually, no. Today is our fifth anniversary. We both outlived our spouses, but fate gave us another chance to love.”

• Today my dad found mine younger sister- alive, chained to the wall in the barn. She was kidnapped near Mexico City five months ago. Authorities gave up searching for her two weeks after she disappeared. My mother and I came to terms with her death - we buried her last month. Our whole family and her friends came to the funeral. Everyone except her father - he was the only one who continued to look for her. “I love her too much to give up,” he said. And now she's home - because he really didn't give up.

• Today I found in our papers my mother’s old diary, which she kept in high school. It contained a list of qualities she hoped to someday find in her boyfriend. This list is an almost exact description of my father, but my mother only met him when she was 27.

• Today in the school chemistry lab, my partner was one of the most beautiful (and popular) girls in the whole school. And although I had not even dared to talk to her before, she turned out to be very simple and sweet. We chatted and laughed during class, but in the end we still got an A (she also turned out to be smart). After that we started communicating outside of class. Last week, when I found out that she had not yet chosen who to go to the school prom with, I wanted to invite her, but again I didn’t have the courage. And today, during lunch break in a cafe, she ran up to me and asked if I would like to invite her. So I did, and she kissed me on the cheek and said, “Yes!”

• Today my grandfather has it on his nightstand old photo from the 60s, in which he and grandma are laughing merrily at some party. My grandmother died of cancer in 1999 when I was 7. Today I stopped by his house and my grandfather saw me looking at this photo. He came up to me, hugged me and said, “Remember, just because something doesn’t last forever doesn’t mean it’s not worth it.”

• Today I tried to explain to my two daughters, ages 4 and 6, that we would have to move from our four-bedroom house to an apartment with just two until I found a new well-paying job. The daughters looked at each other for a moment, and then the youngest asked: “Are we all going to move there together?” “Yes,” I replied. “Well, then there’s nothing wrong with it,” she said.
• Today I was sitting on the hotel balcony and saw a couple in love walking on the beach. It was clear from their body language that they were truly enjoying each other's company. As they came closer, I realized that they were my parents. And 8 years ago they almost got divorced.

• Today when I knocked on mine wheelchair and told my husband: “You know, you are the only reason why I would like to be free of this thing,” he kissed me on the forehead and replied: “Honey, I don’t even notice it.”

• Today my grandparents, who were in their nineties and had been together for 72 years, both died in their sleep, about an hour apart.

• Today my 6 year old autistic sister said her first word – my name.

• Today, at the age of 72, 15 years after my grandfather's death, my grandmother is remarrying. I am 17 years old, and in my entire life I have never seen her so happy. It’s so inspiring to see people at that age so in love with each other. It's never too late.

• On this day, almost 10 years ago, I stopped at an intersection and another car crashed into me. His driver was a student at the University of Florida - like me. He apologized cordially. While we were waiting for the police and the tow truck, we started talking and soon couldn’t help but laugh at each other’s jokes. We exchanged numbers and the rest is history. We recently celebrated our 8th anniversary.

• Today, when my 91-year-old grandfather (military doctor, war hero and successful businessman) was lying in a hospital bed, I asked him what he considered his greatest achievement. He turned to his grandmother, took her hand and said: “The fact that I grew old with her.”

• Today, as I watched my 75-year-old grandparents in the kitchen having fun and laughing at each other's jokes, I realized that I had a brief glimpse of what true love is. I hope someday I will be able to find her.
• On this day, exactly 20 years ago, I risked my life to save a woman who was being carried away fast current Colorado River. This is how I met my wife - the love of my life.

• Today, on our 50th wedding anniversary, she smiled at me and said, “I wish I had met you sooner.”

She changed and changed herself because she had a beautiful rival. But he wasn't attracted to the bleached earth-toned hair, the new lip circumference, or the stupid blue contacts. And he worried her as before.

Yes it was lucky chance when her heel broke. Stas did not leave the girl in trouble. He called her a taxi, although Lena lived a five-minute walk from the house. All she could achieve was his mocking phrase in the smoking room, “It’s sickening to watch!” Enough! Time to destroy everything connected with Stas, his former life, and in general, with the earth. She watched them burn personal diaries, and dreamed: it would be nice to get off the ground like this, or at least become a flight attendant... At least, she vowed to herself not to regret him for a minute and to never be a blonde again. Let it be Tanya.

Her new life started off badly. The airline refused her. The verdict was cruel: “Your appearance is not photogenic, your lips are thick, your hair is dull, your English leaves much to be desired, not to mention French, and you don’t speak Spanish...” At home, something dawned on her. "And that's all?" This means that you just need to learn Spanish and improve your English... This means that full lips are no longer needed! So much effort to change yourself! Nothing, everything will be different for the sake of another goal: the airline.

And she became a brunette. She was inspired by her own successes. She did them in order to become a flight attendant, and she did not want to go to earth. She became a highly qualified specialist and a respected face of the company. She knew several languages, several exact sciences, Business Etiquette, the culture of the countries of the world, medicine and continued to improve. She listened with irony to happy stories about love, and did not remember her Stas. Moreover, I no longer hoped to see him face to face, and even in flight.

Still the same couple: Stas and Tanya, they have a tourist package. Lena fulfilled her duties. Her pleasant voice sounded in the salon. She greeted passengers in Russian, and then in two more languages. She answered the anxious questions of some Spaniard and a minute later was communicating with a French family. She was extremely attentive and polite with everyone. However, she had no time to think about continuing her romantic story on the plane. We need to bring some refreshments, and there was someone’s baby crying...

In the darkness of the salon, the blonde had been sleeping for a long time, and his eyes burned tirelessly. He met her gaze. It's strange that she still cares about him. The look stirred her senses and she turned to leave. He couldn't speak. Stas raised his palm to the foggy porthole, where the letters “F”, “D”, “I” were displayed, and then carefully erased them in front of him. A wave of joy washed over her. Landing was approaching.