Sad Love Stories

 There was a blind girl who hated herself just
because she's blind.
She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He's always there for her.
She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.
One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?"
The girl was shocked when she saw that her
boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him.
Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying.
"Just take care of my eyes dear."

1.
Once there was a sparrow who love a withe rose.she perposed the withe rose butt rose reply that when he will turns red he will alsi fell in love with sparrow. Than sparrow tore her body and slowly spread her blood on the flower. Now the flower turns red and fell in love with sparrow, but sparrow no more.............
"THATS LOVE"


2.
1 Din Ek Pagal Lrki Phulon Se Khel Rahi Thi
Halke Halke Baaten Kar K Phulon Ko Bosay De K..
Shayad Kuch Soch Rahi Thi..
Yakayak 1 Kantay Ne Aa K Us K Honton Ko Zakham Bakhsha
Usne Phulon Ko Hata K Kante Ko Muthi Mai Le Kar
PYAR Se Thora Chuma
Shayad Wo Jan Gai Thi PYAR K Badle Yehi Milega...


3.
Gali se ek ladki guzra karti thi
Uske chehre par naqab hua karta tha
Phir bhi us par ek ladka marta tha
Shayad woh use dilo jaan se chahata tha
Woh use baar baar kehta
"Muh se naqaab hata do apna chaand sa mukhda dekha do".
Par ladki ne muh se naqaab na hataya Ladke ko apna chehra na
dikhaya.
Kayi din beet gaye ladki ko woh ladka nazar na aaya
Ladki kuch pareshan si rehne lagi
Kisi tarah poochte poochte woh uske ghar pohochi.
Padosiyon ne kaha " Mohtarma, aap ko aane main thodi der ho gaye us
deewane ke to saat roz pehle hi maut ho gaye".
Padosi ne apna farz nibhaya ladki ko ladke ki qabr tak pohochaya,
Ladki zor zor se rone lagi apne aansuon se qabr ko dhone lagi
Tabhi kabar se ek aawaz aayi....
"Waqt waqt ke baat hai pehle tumhare chehre par naquab tha aur aaj
humare chehre par hai
Jab husn burke mein sadak par chala karta tha,
ek diwana peeche-2 chala karta tha,
socta tha ki kab hawa chale aur husn ka deedar ho.
Ek din diwana chal basa. kuch din baad husn ko deewane ki yaad ayi.
jab woh kabar par ayi to andar se aawaz ayi..waah re khuda aaj mein hoon parde mein aur woh benakab ayi.


4.
1 janaze ko dek k ladki muskrayi,
baba bola-beti jawaan maut pe u muskaraya nhi karte,
beti boli" baba, wada kiya tha jab bhi milenge muskurayenge".
THIS IS LOVE


5.
once a guy who recently had a breakoff wid her girlfriend was asked...........
have u left your girlfriend or she left you???
he smiled and answered ..............
LOVE LEFT US !!!!!!


6.
Once not far away there lived a really nice woman with seven children. Unfortunately her husband died! Over the past few years she became crazier and crazier although no-one noticed. So each day she placed one of her kids into the well in her neighborhood! After all, her kids were in the well and dead nevertheless the only thing on her mind was to go and pray to God. Therefore she went to God and asked "What should I do?" He answered, "Bring the kids up from the well and bury them." After that she went right down to the well and did what God had told her. From that day on, she sat by the well and cried. One sudden day arrived, when a man had noticed her, however he also treated her that he’ll kill her except she walked away. Moreover she already wanted to die therefore out of nowhere he got out a knife and threw it right at her back. Sadly she had died.


7.
He met her in a party, she was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me back home ... when suddenly he asked the waiter: would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee. Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby? He replied: when I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, salty and bitter, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I will think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there. Saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who could tell out he's home sick, he must be a man who loved his home. Then she also started to talk, talked about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family ... a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that he was a man who met all her demands: with tolerance, a kind heart, warm, cheerful ... he was such a good guy but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt !!! It's hard for me to change so I just go ahead. i never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything ... Now I'm dying, I'm afraid of nothing so I'm telling you the truth: I don't like salty coffee, what a strange bad taste ... but I have had the salty coffee all my life since I knew you, I've never felt sorry for anything I have done for you. Having you with me is the biggest happiness in my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have you as my wife, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again. Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?
It's sweet. She replied.


8.
A girl wrote this sad love story when she was going through a break up. She was a firm believer in love but luck did not shine brightly on her. It is difficult to find true love and after even just one heart break, it is so easy to just close yourself up. Perhaps by the end of the story, you might think about which would be a better choice. To turn a deaf year to the little boy, or to listen. Emotions are a dangerous thing. They?re like little children, innocent and naive. And when we?re in love for the first time, they run wild like children in the park on a Sunday afternoon, full of energy and vigor, boundless and unrestrained. But if a little girl was to fall, a bad fall, no one sees this poor girl. She looks up at the other children and hears their laughter. She cries as alllittle girls do but she stops after awhile, not wanting to dampen the other children?s? happiness. So she sits and waits, hoping for someone to help her up. A boy came and offered his hand; she began to smile as the sadness of a child never lasts long. She takes his hand and they take a few tentative steps, but as she began to put her weight on him the boy let go and she crumpled onto the grass again. The boy laughed, for he was only a bully. The little girl was sad, but somewhere inside her she knew it was too good to be true and shrugged it off. She rested for awhile, then limped painfully towards a tree and sat in the shade. She?s tired now and her leg hurts too much, she doesn?t want to run around in the park anymore. The day went on and although she was still hurting, she no longer cried, just rested and waited for the pain in her leg to subside. Indeed after awhile she feels much better. She thinks she?s completely recovered. She stands up but as she tried to take a few steps on her own she crumpled like a rag doll. Thelittle girl realizes her leg is broken. So she sits under the tree and watches the other children play. She saw some of them trip and fall and remembers her own pain. She thinks to herself, ?how dangerous it is to run around the park without control or restrain?? She decides to build a wall around herself. She never wants to get hurt again. She sits in her brick wall alone with her thoughts. She wonders when she?ll dare to run again, from time to time she would sit on the wall and swing her legs, trying to enjoy herself and contemplating whether she had the courage to run again. Some children came along to encourage her but each time she came close to jumping off the wall back into the playground, the memory of her fall would return and she would retreat to the inner sanctity of her tiny fortress. So there she hid, till one day she heard some scraping noises, as if someone else was building a wall. She peered over her wall and true enough there was alittle boy, building his own wall, sadness in his eyes. She wondered if he had fallen just like her, while he was running careless and free. She watches the boy complete the wall and when he did so, he peered curiously at her before disappearing behind his own wall. Thelittle girl wondered what the boy was thinking and one day the boy called out to her from behind his wall and she replies from behind her wall. They begin to talk, in small muffled voices at first, and then clearer, as each of them removed a brick from their respective walls. Soon they became friends, and his voice was a comfort to her. But each time she removed a new brick, the light which flooded her hiding place frightened her and she was tempted to replace it. But also, with each new brick she removed, the sounds of the other children?s laughter enticed her and she realized she wanted to run like before. But not alone lest she fall again. She wondered if the boy felt the same and thought about what she would do if the boy asked her to run with him. Again.......


 9.
It was autumn again. Sucking in the warm morning breeze, Mary smiled as she stretched her arms wide, as though embracing the beauty of nature. Jumping up and down in glee, she swirled around in the garden, with her long silky jet-black hair dancing behind her. By anyone?s standards, she was beautiful. Her cherry lips often gave way to smiles and laughter and her eyes a beautiful shade of blue. She let the wind sting her cheeks as she ran around the garden, shrieking in joy, when she skidded on the fallen leaves only to find herself resting on the strong grasp of a hand. Opening her eyes, her heart momentarily stopped beating as she came face to face with a freckled-faced man. He grinned, revealing a row of yellowish teeth, and then opened his mouth, sending out a weave of nasty stench which smelled like a thousand rotten apples. Mary widened her eyes in horror, shocking the man as he lost grip of her and she fell on the floor. Moaning miserably, she got up slowly from her supine position and grunted, flinging expletives at the bewildered man. But he only looked down without a word. ?Are you mute! Can?t you even say sorry!? Mary cried out in frustration and stomped off.The man sighed and shook his head, picking up his broom to continue sweeping the fallen leaves. The next day, Mary sat under a tree in the same garden, burying her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. suddenly, she felt her nose twitch as an unbearable stench gushed into her nostrils and she looked up, only to see a white handkerchief.?You again? she folded her arms, obviously annoyed. The man lifted his right hand to the side of his forehead, an indication that he was sorry. He then pointed to the handkerchief, motioning her to wipe her tears. ?A-Are you really? mute?? Mary stammered, afraid to know the answer. Instead, the man smiled, and distorted his face using his hands so he looked hilariously frightful. Mary laughed, and he whipped out a piece of paper from his back pocket and started scribbling. Like this, a few hours passed. ?If only my boyfriend was as understanding as you, John?? She mused sadly and continued, ?But it doesn?t matter anymore.? And they sat in silence in the middle of the garden where brown leaves scattered, and where abeautiful friendship was already blossoming. Day after day, Mary would look for John in the garden, where he would be sweeping the leaves. They enjoyed each other?s company immensely, even if it meant communicating through scraps of paper. Many a time, Mary did the talking and John, the listening, always ready with ahandkerchief to chase away her sorrows. Whenever Mary was feeling down, John would bring her to the fields in the outskirts of the city where sunflowers bloomed its prettiest and hatred never existed. He would urge her to tell her unhappiness to a tree and then carve a tiny happy face at that portion of the trunk. Months soon passed, and this humble tree was soon filled with many happy faces. This was their paradise. Unfortunately, their love was soon put to the test. It was past midnight. Mary was returning home from work and had taken the short cut through a deserted alley when two big burly men appeared before her. They had similar nasty stench drifting out of their mouths and snorted furiously like demented bulls. ?Leave John alone! He?s better off without women! He belongs with us to the underworld!? One of them boomed. Mary, frightened, shrieked and closed her eyes, muttering a short prayer as she anticipated her life to end at this juncture. Seconds passed, and she gingerly opened her eyes, to see an outline of a familiar figure wrestling with the two burly men. John was punched and kicked about like a rag doll. Blood trickling from his nose and forehead, he was sprawled on the ground, defenseless. ?That?s what you get for betraying us,? they smirked in satisfaction and swaggered away.