All truly great love stories seem to be fiction. I don't think that it really exists, in it's truest form for a life time.
2007-05-06 20:48:46 · 9 answers · asked by beaton_tlc 2 in Society & Culture ➔ Religion & Spirituality
I am not talking about a spiritual love or a tragic love. I just find it hard to believe that two people can be passionately in love for a lifetime. Maybe I am being bitter, but my experience must teach me something.
2007-05-09 17:01:07 · update #1
Are we talking romance here? Because that's an invention of the movies.
True love does exist, but it's not all hearts and roses and swelling music and heaving bosoms.
My parents have been married for 45 years and they still adore each other. They cheerfully admit that there are times they could have happily strangled each other at some things the other has done, but they remain happily married and they had 4 kids. So yes, I do think it exists.
2007-05-06 20:56:04 · answer #1 · answered by Wild About Harry 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
the reason that all great love stories are fiction is because real life is not a fairy tail where everyone lives happily ever after as much as we would like it to be the fact is that life --and certainly love (because two different people from different places are joining together) takes a lot of work and effort if you really want it to last --and anything that no work or effort has been put into it is not really worth much--its like any project that you work on -the more you put into it the more you love and appriciate it
2007-05-07 04:03:35 · answer #2 · answered by dzbarne2t 1 · 3⤊ 0⤋
There is true love. I have had true love in my life. I wrote a story about it and I will add the link below if you have time. By the sounds of all the answers so far true love is out there.
My article below is called "The four great woman that have influenced my life and my best friend"
I pray that you might find some love in your heart.
2007-05-07 04:06:55 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
Just an idea: The only people who know about the true, honest love stories are the ones who were involved. There's a certain amount of privacy to love.
2007-05-07 03:55:44 · answer #4 · answered by Doc Occam 7 · 3⤊ 0⤋
You are suffering from Romance Novel complex. Turn around and ask a question on how people met there significant other and you will see there is still true love in this world.
You get the love that you allow.
2007-05-07 04:10:49 · answer #5 · answered by T-Rex 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
John 15:13[kjv]Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
JESUS laid his life for us.He died for us even before u and me were born.What more greater love can anyone have than what JESUS did for us.
www.fathersloveletter.com GOD loves you.and through JESUS we can be with GOD who loves us so much.
John 3:16[kjv] For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
so when we believe in JESUS we have eternal life.JESUS lived a sinless life and gave up his life as a sacrifice so we can be sin free. Ask JESUS to come into your heart and forgive ur sins and cleanse ur past with his blood.
With a simple prayer like above u can be saved.JESUS loves u and wants u to be saved.
2007-05-08 04:00:14 · answer #6 · answered by Emmanuel 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The way my parents met and how they love truly rivals fictional love stories.
I won't bore you with the details, but trust me, there is true love. Just because it's scarce, doesn't mean it's not out there.
2007-05-07 03:55:04 · answer #7 · answered by Tania La Güera 5 · 2⤊ 0⤋
I got one.
It involves me and my husband :)
2007-05-07 03:56:17 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
My life is a tragic love story...
I was born an orphan... And was adopted at the young age of 6... My adpoted family is Japanese. I am Korean. I was 6, and have a stepsister 4 months older than me. We were always close. I loved her. And at the age of 15, I fell in love with her. I knew I always loved her in that way, but she didn't know until we were 15. I told her... And she felt the same way. We told each other that nothing could happen. And we tried to pretend nothing happened. The silence lasted only 3 months. It was her 16th birthday. And after her party, we stayed up talking. We started talking about nothing, but later, somehow, IT came up. I told her I was still in love with her. She kissed me. We kissed for a minute, but it lasted an eternity...
The next day, neither of us really talked to each other much. It was really awkward. I didn't know what to say. Evening came, and she finally brought IT up again. She said that it shouldn't have happened... And I, stupidly, agreed... We acted like nothing happened... again.
Just before my birthday, that same year, I got a girlfriend at school. I don't know why I went out with her... Maybe it was my way of forgetting my pain. I was stupid... yet again. We had a small get-together for my birthday a few weeks later. My girlfreind was there, along with a few of my stepsister's and my mutual friends. It was fun... But after everyone left, my stepsister and I stayed up talking again. But this time, for some reason, I brought it up. She cried... She said she hurt everytime she saw me and my girlfriend together. She cried on my shoulder... And in that moment, I felt oddly happy. Not that she was sad, but just knowing that she loved me... I loved her... We made love that night. It was my first time, since my girlfriend and I hadn't had sex yet. It was more than I could have ever imagined. It was heaven.... We made love, over and over again. Our bodies were one that night.... And my soul and her soul, came together as one. It was amazing.
The next morning, we woke up next to each other... naked. My parents stood over us... They stood silently... It was like waking up... but into a nightmare... My stepsister was first to speak... She said that we were in love... And she cried... And I just sat there... Speechless.
The next morning, my parents bought me a ticket... To a boarding school in Italy. And now, I only knew my parents through letters... not even phone calls. They support me... Afterall, I am their adopted son... But I hated them... I hated them for a long time.
Two years passed... I was graduating... I haven't heard word about my stepsister at all... And I was afraid to ask my parents... I was a coward. Two years went by quickly... I had a girlfriend there... I tried to get over what had happened... I forgave my parents... I tried to understand why they did what they did. They were right... or at least I convinced myself.
My parents showed up at my graduation... Without my stepsister, as I had expected... But at that moment... even though this was my first time seeing them in two years, I somehow built up my courage to ask about my stepsister. My father looked at me... And said she was to be married the following spring. I was mortified. I cried. I hated them again... but only for an instance. We actually spoke as adults. They told me they understood how I felt. They didn't know how to tell me, but she had been "promised" to their family-friends son, a rich family in Japan. This was arranged years ago, but I never knew about it... And apparently, my step-sister did. I could not sleep for months.
I was not invited to the wedding... I was 19... I went to NYU. My sister was married and lived in Tokyo. I was miserable. She was... I didn't know how she was. I didn't know anything of her... but just that... She lived in Tokyo. I majored in international business, and graduated in 3 years. I had a girlfriend in college, but it ended shortly after graduation. I notived my relationships were meaningless to me. I was never hurt when it ended. I never cried for them. But sometimes, I cried... for what I had with my stepsister... Real Love.
I decided to teach in Tokyo. I had a friend that was there teaching English, so I thought it'd be fun to teach there for a year or so. And maybe.......... the thought was in my head, but I tried to bury it... Deep. I didn't want to get my hopes up. Tokyo is a huge city... What are the chances.......
I settled in my room, which as provided. It was a small little apartment, one bed, a closet, and a tv set. Simple. I didn't mind. I started teaching at a small academy. It was fun and I loved it. I started to learn Japanese as well. A month after I had been there, the unthinkable... the unimaginable... HAPPENED. I saw her... She was in a bookstore, right below where I taught at the academy. There she was... At first, I thought I might have been seeing things, but after a split second... All doubts left me... It was her... I was certain. Her face never left my mind... And she hadn't changed at all. She was as beautiful as I had remembered... even more. I was frozen.... Looking at her through the window of the store... She was 15 feet away, with a thin piece of glass between us. My heart stopped. I just stared. She looked over the book she was reading... and finally.... finally... she saw me. She looked at me... her eyes didn't move off of me... It was as if she knew I was there the whole time... The book fell out of her hand... And she fainted. I rushed inside and picked her up... I took her to my apartment. I cancelled all of my classes that day... And I watched her... I just watched her as she slept. She woke up about 15 minutes later... She smiled. As soon as she opened her eyes, she smiled and called out my name... She said she was dreaming of me... She started to cry.. And so did I. We made love.... Again... and it was like the first time never ended. It was amazing. When I woke up... She was gone.. No letter. No message. All she left me was her hairpin...
I waited by that bookstore, almost everyday... For the next year... I waited. I waited.... But she never showed up again. I returned to the States last year... I was in Tokyo for 2 years... And I waited.... I spoke to my parents... but I never mention her. And apparently, she never asks of me. And now, I'm here.... Trying my best to be OK....
How's that for tragedy..?
2007-05-07 04:42:16 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋