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I'm sorry for your pain. You found each other and fell in love with each other, but you parted ways, and now you can't get each other out of your mind. And you want to get your love back - on earth, at least. And so you wonder, how to get my love back?

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A boy and girl meet in class one day. The boy is interested in the girl, but is too shy to tell her. One day, the boy sees the girl drop her pencil, he picks it up and hands it to her. She smiles at him. The boy thinks, "This is my chance to ask her out". He spends days thinking of how to ask her out. Every single time, he chickened out. One day, the boy is sitting in the classroom when the girl approaches him. She strikes up a conversation with him. The boy is so happy, he wants to tell her he likes her, but they are interrupted by the teacher. When the teacher leaves, she says goodbye and walks away, then turns around and says, "Oh yeah, I like you, too". The boy is so excited, and he starts planning a date. A few weeks later, he asks her out to dinner. She accepts. They have a great time. He walks her home afterwards and leans in to kiss her. She leans in to kiss him back. But the boy has one last thing to do; ask her to be his girlfriend. He doesn't know what to say. He is too scared. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't have the courage to ask her. The girl notices he is not doing anything, so she kisses him on the cheek and walks away. A few days later

It was a cold day in February when the truck driver arrived at my house. He told me the sad news that my husband's car had been in an accident. I rushed to the scene, my heart sinking as I saw the twisted metal and broken glass at the bottom of the hill. "Where is he? Is he dead?" I cried desperately, as I rushed to the back of the truck to see my husband's body. But when I got to the back of the truck I was relieved to see that the body in the back of the truck was not my husband. I was immediately remorseful, and accused the truck driver of lying to me. I fell to the ground sobbing, as the truck driver tried to console me. "I thought it was him," I cried, "I thought that my husband had been killed." The truck driver tenderly put his hand on my shoulder as he said, "I know, I know. I was mistaken. It is not your husband. These are beer bottles."

Once upon a time, I found myself standing at the end of a love story I thought would last forever. I was wrong. It all started when I found a post card on my dresser. I was the only one in the house, but figured one of my roommates had left it. I picked it up and read it.

No matter how much you try, you will never be able to change your past. Not just because it is in the past, but because you are scarred. You could get hurt again. You don't know how to not get hurt if it is inevitable. You want to keep those memories, they are your past. They are what made you the person you are today. You should never forget how far you have come. It took you a lot of work to get over the pain and find your own happiness. Your memories are all that you have left. You can only hope for the best for your lover and hope that he/she finds happiness. You have to forgive. You have to let go of the anger and resentment. They are not healthy for you. You have to let it go. I promise that you won't regret it.

We should never lose hope in love, as it may just come our way when we least expect it. Sometimes, love stories end prematurely because people lose hope. It therefore becomes important to not lose hope in love, so that we don't miss out the good opportunities the future holds.

You're locked in this cramped, pitch-black room. Your cell phone is off and your contact lenses taken away from you. You don't have a pen or a paper but you do have a pencil sharpener, a cell phone and a LIGMA. What do you do?

You're getting married. There's a lot to do and you're excited about it. You keep telling yourself this is happening and it's real. And then you get to the church and…you don't know what to do. You don't know how to play the role. You don't know how to act. The only thing you know is how to love your beloved. So you do that. You walk down the aisle, look into her eyes, hold your head high, and you start to love her. But you can't be the groom. You're not the groom. You have to be the person who's in love with her. You have to be the person who wakes up in the morning and thinks of her. You have to be the person who holds her in his arms and feels the warmth and life of her. You have to be the person who kisses her. You have to be the person who makes her feel loved. You have to be me. You are me. I am you.

I have a beautiful girlfriend but I don't see myself marrying her. I am a 24 years old guy who is earning well. I have a great life and I am happy with it. I am not happy with my relationship and I couldn't tell this to my girlfriend. I am not happy with her and I would like to have the same experience with other women before getting married. I have been thinking about this for a long time now and I have decided that I am going to break up with my girlfriend. I don't think I could even handle the guilt after I break up with her. I know she will be hurt and I am going to feel bad about that. Even though we are not going to get married in future, that doesn't mean I don't care about her and I still want to break up the right way. I am going to tell her that I want to break up because I want to move on with my life and want to experience something else before getting married. She might not understand my point of view and will try to change my mind. How can I convince a woman that she is not the one for me?

I know it's true that a lot of times you don't know what you've got till it's gone, but I know I'd never ever find another love like you. So I'm takin' a trip down memory lane and it's good to be back home where I started from, cause the leaves are turnin' brown, I'll soon be back home. Thank you for the love you gave me. Thank you for the love you gave me. I don't know that I would ever want it any other way.

It's been 7 years, but I still remember every moment we spend together. You know, I'm not perfect for sure. I'm not even a nice guy. I just want to be with you. A long time ago, I knew I was in love with you. You always want to be with me. You know, I'm such a jerk. I was the one who left you. It was my fault. I love you. I still love you. I will always love you. I miss you

I'm sorry for your pain. You found each other and fell in love with each other, but you parted ways, and now you can't get each other out of your mind. And you want to get your love back - on earth, at least. And so you wonder, how to get my love back?