<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Lovers Park</title><description>Welcome to lover park here you can share your feeling your thought evrything you like just love it.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rahul)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 27 Sep 2024 18:17:21 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://lov3rspark.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Welcome to lover park here you can share your feeling your thought evrything you like just love it.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>I will never love</title><link>http://lov3rspark.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-will-never-love.html</link><category>Broken love story</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rahul)</author><pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 17:48:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6876124420085339346.post-1743036718872938336</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIVo80jblHwza4GwnZOPiXf-bFEf7INoKu-4NKqXNXWR_D7V_LPnWkguB2UA8vESwqrzQbt_2fKXZhH7yCz7L7875QczBmIfLK1QX-jczX8nBBacR9ISHhhV6vocTR8liogWEtUAKWcBO/s1600/lonely_boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIVo80jblHwza4GwnZOPiXf-bFEf7INoKu-4NKqXNXWR_D7V_LPnWkguB2UA8vESwqrzQbt_2fKXZhH7yCz7L7875QczBmIfLK1QX-jczX8nBBacR9ISHhhV6vocTR8liogWEtUAKWcBO/s320/lonely_boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
MY story start when i end my school days and i went for college i was a simple guy want to leave in my own life style. i was new in college but i like to make new friends so i made lotzz of friends in college. there was girl her name was shadma we were best friends we always share everything with each other after some days she told me about some extra classes i told shadma ok i will join it . its was my first day of class as i enter the class room all student start starring at me i was nervous that day i just took my books and sit on chair but after some time shadma came and sit beside me i was too happy becoz she is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Many day pass in friendship wiz her but i was totally mad about her i even don't leave any chance to help her to make her smile day and night i was thinking about her .One day when class started i was not in mood to study so i keep staring at her after some time she too start looking at me and we both were in our own dream we daily do that its little bit funny but i love it)i do not have Dare to tell her i love you but still i want her i never miss any class or any lecture just for her becoz i was in totally love wiz her One day in class i was writing some notes but beside me my friends were cracking some jokes making fun of other after some time they were telling me about shadma they told me that shadma have boyfriend i was just shock but i still cant believe but still my mind want to know about her boyfriend i was just getting jealous of it but his boyfriend was in other class so i cant keep eye on him so one of my Friends was helping me to know him better or what he do wiz her....one day i was having holiday in my class so me and my friend were going to cinema hall but at same cinema hall i see shadma too with her boyfriend and they were watching some other move and i was watching different movie i just got too angry on myself..... i went to her and ask her frankly what you are doing here she said i came here to watch move wiz my boyfriend but after that she told "i don't like him i was her girlfriend for few days he force me to be her girlfriend" i was little bit upset but i was happy that she is my best friend still like this many days pass i was just mad in love wiz her. one day i offer her for movie wiz me and she told me "yes sure i will" next day we went for movie and my all friends know that so they keep texting me on my mobile and cracking jokes we both enter to cinema hall she was watching movie but not me i was watching her and my friends keep texting me on my mobile that propose her this is best time to do that if u miss it then i wont get this chance so at inter well i dare and sit on knees and propose her i said " from many days i was to say u some thing to u but i was scared but today i want to tell u that i love u lodzzz" but she didn't reply me anything after some time she said cant we just a good friends i told ok no problem i just want u near to me she smile and said ok&lt;br /&gt;
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after few day when i and shadma were walking on street i told her why u want our relation of love she told i don't like this i want study only i don't want top waste my time in all this but the truth was she was not interested in me my heart was just broken i know she like someone else but deep inside my heart thr was still love for her and always love for her still i meet her but full of tears when i see her thr is lotzz of pain&lt;br /&gt;
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in my life i will never love she is only one in my heart anyway she is not wiz me but i remember that days was very beautiful wiz her this is my true love story:((&lt;br /&gt;
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I went out with two guys..but those two relationship didnt go far cz i didnt love them. Last year i met a guy on net. We were same college and after some time i came to know he was attracted to me during college days. Ultimately i had to leave college and he stayed there, he couldnt find me at all. he thought he never go see me. I wasnt even aware of his presence at that time. During the time i met him last year, he was in depression, his girlfriend he loved so much had left him. I tried to help him a lot to come out of this, try many strategies to make him forget her and concentrate on his studies. After some time we became attached so much, shared all our secrets,became good friends, we even started meeting, after my work he came to meet me during weekends. We even started holding hands and walk coz we liked to do it. And one day while we were alone together, and talking...he kissed me. I was in a state of shock,then he proposed to me. He asked me if i wanted to be his girlfriend. I was really shocked..coz i neva thought he wud have proposed to me, he always say he wants his girlfriend to be perfect. I Asked him many times if he was sure of this,he said yes he was.Finally i asked him time of one week,for him to think again and for me too. I said yes to him.. so we started going out together.. However at times he talked about his ex,i did understand his feelings for her,that it gonna take time to go. Mean while i fell in love with him and he started having strong feelings for me too.. But then his ex always phoned him and told him she still miss him and love him.&lt;br /&gt;
One day,...he told me he still loves her and cant be with me.He thought she is the one,her soulmate and i am not.He taking the risk to leave me for her. But for me,i fell in love with him,i couldnt understand... At times i slept with the feeling of wanting to die...I cried so many nights,,. He just told me that for him it was infactuation and lust.&lt;br /&gt;
With the help of my friend,gradually i started accepting this fact.&lt;br /&gt;
Today i still love him. i dnt know about his feelings for me, Nd for his ex, she is with another guy. But watever happens, i have made up my mind to forget him...&lt;br /&gt;
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No one is mine&lt;br /&gt;
May be Im not fine,&lt;br /&gt;
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No  one cares 4 me&lt;br /&gt;
No one has tears 4 me,&lt;br /&gt;
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No one belives me&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone  says leave me,&lt;br /&gt;
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If I ever cry&lt;br /&gt;
No one wil even ask why?&lt;br /&gt;
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and  If I ever die&lt;br /&gt;
No one will cry,&lt;br /&gt;
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No one says take care&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone  says I dont care,&lt;br /&gt;
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When I need someone 4 myself&lt;br /&gt;
I find no one  4help,&lt;br /&gt;
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I dont know why?&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe talking to me they feel shy..!!&lt;br /&gt;
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No  one is mine&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I m not fine. .. :-|&lt;br /&gt;
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once apon a time,last year on 15th jan  2009 i was jus attending ma class.well i was not listin 2 lectures  but was playin with ma cell.suddenly i got a miss call from some  number. it was my new sim card so i was confused that who is giving me  miss call's. d 1st miss i got from dat no. was on 6.50pm.then i  asked ma friend about that no. he said i dont know whoz number is  this. but after some time my friend told me that some girls in our  class were playin with their cell.i thought it might some of them's  number. so i started messeging. i msg who r u, then i said i know u,  she replyed if u know me then tell me who r u, i was not knowin who  was that. then we were messeging for 3 to 4 hours. then i came 2 know  that she was not from my class, that girl had dailed a WRONG NUMBER.  she thought its her frndz no. bt it was me.i asked for frndship she  said yes. i liked very much 2 talk with her. we use to msg 200 to  250 msges per day. each n every second i just thought of her. i was  in love with her. she was from goa. after to days i told her that i  love u. n next dayi got the answer yes. it was 19/01/09 time was  3.15pm.that was the most beautiful day of my life i wil never forget  this day. she was my first love.&lt;br /&gt;
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then days  passed very fast i used to talk with her every day ,every night, at  night we used 2 speak more than 5 hours, on cell. n mostly i got 2  hours to sleep. she loved me very much even i still luv her very  much. then her mom came to know about us. i speaked with her mom, she  said just be friendz n nothing else. but still we love each other  very much. i like to tease her very much. she gets very angry when i  talk with girls on cell. but she was jus awesome girl. i use to  record her voice on ma cell n i always here it when m missing her. i  promised her that i will come to goa in december. whenever&amp;nbsp; she  cried even i cnt stop my tears. she was there for me everytime. she  used to give me many kisses n says i luv u always. when i was angry  she gets a punishment dats kisses.after some days she said me that  we cant be together in future because her dad wil not allow us to  marry. because i m hindu n her dad wants a christan boy to marry with  her. they were christan. i said don't worry we will see what happens&amp;nbsp;  in future. problems were just going on incresing between us.she  even posted me a letter. after some days her mom came to know that  we stil r in luv. her mom said her to go to u.s. but i think she will  go this year in u.s.&lt;br /&gt;
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then days passed away, she  started ignoring me very much, i asked her wats the problem? she  said i will tell u later.on 23rd october 2009 i came to know that  she had got a new boy-friend that was worst day of ma life. i have  never smoked ciggrette but that day a packet was less for me. when i  asked her y u did this? she said i cant tell the reason but m doing this  for your good. i said u were my life plz dont leave me. but she said  i luv u but cant keep any relation nw. she left her new boyfrnd in  some weeks. n said i want b single nw.&lt;br /&gt;
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still i  used 2 speak with her once a week. i told her ur single nw cnt we  keep relation? she said no. i even tried to die but i cnt. i still  love her a lott. all the promises taken by us were broken. nw its  been a month i have not speaked with her, coz her cell is switched  off. m still waiting for her. i have forgiven her for whatever she  did. but i know i cnt get a&amp;nbsp; sweet girl like her. i dnt know what  will b end of my story. but i think everything is over. n der is no  need for me to live anymore. i wish to god that she may live a  beautiful life ahead..&lt;br /&gt;
while writin this letter i missed her a  lottttttt and cnt&lt;br /&gt;
stop my tears. . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;
love you a lot  sweetheart. .&lt;br /&gt;
if u lyk my story then plz comment on it. .&lt;br /&gt;
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My name is riya my story is not happy but i  will try to make it happy till my last breath becoz i do what my heart  says. I meet my dream boy in my sister wedding  when i was enjoying the  wedding  i see one boy looking at me. I ignore him but he is still  looking at me  so i move from that place but he keep following me then i  went inside the house but he is still watching  me in front of everyone   i was feeling too much strange and after that my friends start teasing  me about that boy i dont like that  and even i dont talk to boys becoz i  live in my own world and due to some problem.  I dont like much too  make friends so i lock myself in one room so he cant follow me after  that he started asking to my friends about me that i am single or nt and  lotzz of information that day was strange wiz him but nice day for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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After  marry of my sister i know that he is one of my relative and he take  mine  phone number from my sister and save in his mobile.  After that my  birthday came i was too happy i receive one message from unknown number  "happy birthday riya" written in message so i reply him "who r u" he  told me everything about him on sms he  was my relative so i dont have  any prob wiz his num and i too save his number after that we daily chat  wiz sms and i too got friendly wiz him  and i start taking care of him  and he too. He told me about his past life about her past girlfriends  but he was hurt ed by them and i was feeling very bad don't know why i  was feeling different like what i can do for him to make his life better  but we both daily enjoy chat wiz sms.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day while chatting on  sms he told me why u don't like to have boyfriend i tell him true that i  have some health problem so i don't want to wast any boy life or hurt  him so i don't like to have boyfriend he simple told  me that health  problems never matter love matter and i really like you i am love with  you i will always wiz u in every pain just need your love with me . I  don't know what to say to him becoz i was too love with him but i cant  say him i love you becoz of my health problem my tears came out but i  say ok i care for u but cant say that "i can be your girlfriend" he ask  me why i reply him becoz of health problem and u know that very well he  reply i don't know anything the thing i know that i love you very much  will u be my girlfriend^_^  i told ok.:)&lt;br /&gt;
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After that our life  become very happy we meet each other have some time wiz each other  everything was very sweet he love me loadzz and i too love him loadzzz  but after someday i have to go to another county for  one month due to  my health problems  so i went and he was missing me very much that days  but Doctor tell me this health problem is very hard to cure due to this i  can lost my life too. So my dad  decided not to cure it but inside i  was crying becoz i can do anything i want to be well and want to stay  wiz him a happy life but nw i cant after that i thought i will ignore  him and i do it i don't reply to his message or call simply ignore what  he say but here i was crying loadzz i don't have any one just feeling  alone and want to die  but i leave for  him.:(&lt;br /&gt;
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After few day my  friend came and my boyfriend have propose her before but she say no to  him that time but when she see we both together she start feeling  jealous and she use my week ness to make him far from me she take him  too far from  me even she don't allow him to contact with me:(  and i  too let her take him go becoz i want  he leave a happy life  nt wiz me i  just want his happiness nothing else but her i am totally broken i cry  lotzz but that days will never come back i know  i stilll miss him and  wait for him daily waiting for his message  daily my tears roll down i  want him with me need him i just wan say&lt;br /&gt;
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" my jaanu i am very alone  without you everything is sad i am just crying and waiting for u plzz  come back i miss u very much see what i done to myself am totally finish  without u"&lt;br /&gt;
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but i will never give up i love him and only him i will  die like this but never leave him becoz he is totally mine my love for  him will never be less but this loneliness is killing me i am broken i  cant stand up any more i need him but i daily wait for him that someday  he will come back so i am alive till nw:)♥ i love you ♥&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;bt d boy gv a  teddy bear instead. In angr she threw d bear on road. boy went2 take it  back bt was hit by cuming car and died. At his funeral, the girl hugged  the bear and d machine inside it spokd "wil u marry me? D ring is in my  pockt."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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i hav a frnd name Isha..her story just too weird tht i want to tell u it..she's a student...she had a broken hrt...and she really didnt want to talk to any guy..for her..evrythn guy was just shit...one day a guy talk to her...Nitish, simple guy, with a great hrtand he was wrking..as always Isha showed her agrssive character first...saying she doesnt want anyone in her life nor a frnd...bt the guy insisted..he said he want just to be frnd zts all and to help Isha...true saying, Isha was angry with her ex and she thought she should get out of this stupid life and do other thing...so he accept Nitish frndship...they went out togther, bt not alone with some youth club..where both were members... Isha didnt care damn for Nitish most of time she left him alone..then cme bak talkin..days passes they txt each other day and night...Isha cme to knw abt Nitish story...her grlfrnd left him..and he was trying to get courage and be strong...bt Isha likes him lot, they became to closest frnd..they talk abt evrything...and both of them were single...bt noOne dare to propose the other...they kept going on....evrything Isha needed the guy gave her..one day they decide to go out just those two Isha and Nitish... they went to the seaside, it was great..they sat on the beach and talk then a once both sight met, then they draw closer to each other till their lips meet...it ws there first kiss...Isha was aware tht she like Nitish bt she doesnt knw nythng abt his feeling for her...so she stay quiet and let it be....time passes, they keep going out...and Isha's like turns to love..she was madly in love..and Nitish too was cmpltly in love..bt didnt say nythng...one day they went smewhere after kissin, both of them wnted to move futher than kissin...and they did it...Isha wasnt an easy girl..bt knwin Nitish and trustin him..she give him all...they were both very attached to each other..they cntinue their secret meeting...Isha trusted him mre than anyOne..Nitish was her world..bt one day she decide to tell Nitish abt her feeling...she looked him in his eyes and say "Nitish, i love you"..he look at her and say "Isha i cnt tel you a yes nor a no...am still in love wiv my ex"...Isha calme herself and stop her tears, she said its ok...&lt;br /&gt;
there meeting were not so often..bt stil they txt each other...bt one day, Isha get a msge, saying..."ya swithrt i miss you tooo"...and Isha was stunned...she never snd any msge sayin to miss him..so wts that...she ask for explanation..and Nitish said it was his new gfrnd...Isha cudnt believe herself..the one he trusted the most can to tht to her???? she didnt knw who to blame..for three weeks she kept on crying..and was angry with Nitish..Isha didnt want to force him to love her..n she knw she'll lose her greatest frnd...she hardened her hrt...and tel Nitish to go away..tht she doesnt want to tlk to hm...bt Nitish wanted to be by her side, he doesnt want to leave, bt she was too angry to think about tht...Isha didt like to tlk abt her prob to anyone...Nitish was her only cnfident...wen he went away he promise to always prayin for Isha...bt the poor girl kept evrythng inside...her suffering increases day by day, she got used to txt him day and nite, bt now no txt..nt even a call...she often sit ine her room, without light and cryyyy...bt no one hear her grief...she was lost and hd become rebellious with her parents..she didnt want to here anyone...bt one day she saw Nitish with another girl...she just stand still watch them walkin hand i hand like "Isha and Nitish"...and she run away with tears...she came home, locked her in her room, cryyy...and made a simple letter...saying "Am not tht strong and saying she was no mre a virgin..." then she take a rope and put it around her neck and hang in by her window..and .....................................................&lt;br /&gt;
Isha is no more....&lt;br /&gt;
wat bother Isha was the fact she lose her love and she was no more a virgin...!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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