How do you overcome jealousy....?

We have been together for almost a year now, I love him very much, but I go too far in my jealousy. I think that I risk losing him with this jealousy of mine and this is the least I want.

At the beginning things were quite different.

When we first met, he had a girlfriend and

  Story of Parting

I want to tell you the story of our parting.

Not about the parting when you are abandoned and you think nothing else matters anymore.

I am living in another country for quite some time now, but home is always where the heart is, so every summer I pack my bags and leave for my favorite country. Last summer was different.

I felt grown-up and wise, attractive and a woman who left the child years behind. I wasn’t ready to allow yet another love disappointment and unrequited love, as I did last summer. I decided to fill up my vacation with friends, parties, discos and short flirts. But I was only thinking I could do that. To my surprise I met the love of my life. Mutual friends introduced us.

For a long time I was wondering

         A True Love Story

Many persons mix the other things with the true love, like, if they are just attracted to anybody or if they hve a girlfrnd or boyfrnd. . .with whom they go out for fun or a date. . .they think that "Arre yaar ! I love him/her a lot . . Truely. But dats not a true love.

I am a true lover. According to me a true love is like. .. U luv a person n u can never spare him/her. U cant see or even imagine that gal/guy with anyone else. U care for ur luv truely, if ur family is against ur luver, then also u dont leave him/her. If anybody says sumthng wrong bout ur luv, u juss stand to take ur luvers side or sumtimes to fight.

I m Muskaan, 18 years old, a cute n sweet gal who luvs his guy madly n truely.

I met him when i was juss 10years old and he was 13. I was in std. 5th and he was in 8th. He was living in his naani's home frm his childhood. One day, when i reached ma tution, i went inside, he was sitting there. I didnt know him. Ma teacher introduced him to me. He was a new student in our school.After the class, we used to play 2gether everyday. We became gud frnds. He used to cum to ma home daily for playing with me.

One day, a group of frnds came to ma home, he was also there. We started playing a game, the game was like.. Many names are written on a paper and one persn has to answer that what

Pressure caused by family can also affect love

From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me?" As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl:

"I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?" The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family

From Friends to lovers

It all started in the summer of 1995, when I was 10.

I grew up in an upper-class family in London. My father, Albert, was a business man and worked in a company where he'd meet new people everyday. My mother, Katherine, worked for a fashion institute, so out of school hours, I was left to be cared for by our house maid, Maria. One day, when I was 10, my father invited a new friend of his who worked in the same company. I remember that day clearly. Jack, his wife Mary and only daughter entered our front door as my parents greeted them into our humble home. This wasn't any different to the hundreds of guests we would have every year but that there was someone the same age as me, who I could enjoy the presence of. My mother told me to take their daughter to the play-room where we could be out of their way, so I did. We rambled on about everything as 10 year old's do. I learnt that her name was Lydia and that she was 10 and wanted to be a model. We became friends at their first visit, and after my parents became good friends with hers our meetings became more frequent. Our mothers would meet at least once a week for the first few months. But then came the point where their family moved much closer to ours, so Me and Lydia could meet whenever we wanted. And we did...

A lot. We became best friends, we told each other everything. All our individual secrets became both of our secrets. We didn't get that sense of 'click' where we understood each other because we were young but growing up together meant we had similar likes and dislikes and that meant everyday was different. We would meet up at 6 o'clock near Kensington Gardens and we would talk about life, and how we'd like our future to be. The point at which we became closest friends, was when she realized that her parents weren't happy because occasional fights became frequent fights and she told me she was scared they'd get a divorce. That's when I realized she needed me more than I imagined. Our love for each other wasn't the love you'd have for your girlfriend or boyfriend at this time but a love of friendship. Four months after Lydia's 14th birthday, my mother helped her get into a modelling institute where, from what she told me she didn't