<?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>Love Blog</title><description>Love, Romance, Humor</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Love Blog)</managingEditor><pubDate>Mon, 7 Oct 2024 11:38:01 +0530</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">3</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://blogromantique.blogspot.com/search/label/Love_Story</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Love, Romance, Humor</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>Why is Fate...???</title><link>http://blogromantique.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-is-fate.html</link><category>Longing_for_Love</category><category>Love</category><category>Love_Story</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Love Blog)</author><pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 16:05:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247342081763518149.post-7168068316537582255</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjS96jjymawJddrkBvM8pbaasrR0XpnX-Vj3fvVLiv7YqZnA47pQu5gjZsE2ABzQoppf6iXrU_w9HyoS9OPhCyY7AQD1dtNYIN_f2vu1_gaqyR4gok5jM_s2X8AfNvKsyA_X_y_w0WYg/s1600/dream-727975.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609116171402473890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjS96jjymawJddrkBvM8pbaasrR0XpnX-Vj3fvVLiv7YqZnA47pQu5gjZsE2ABzQoppf6iXrU_w9HyoS9OPhCyY7AQD1dtNYIN_f2vu1_gaqyR4gok5jM_s2X8AfNvKsyA_X_y_w0WYg/s320/dream-727975.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Do We Fall In Love With The One We Cannot Live Life Together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Do My Heart  Falls In Love With The One My Destiny Will Not Allow Me To Happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Do My Eyes Fall In Love With The One I Am Not Destined To.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Do I Ever Meet The One I Will Not Meet In Life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Do Life Ever Allow Me To Know The One It Will Not Allow Me To Be Together In Life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Do Fate Ever Allow Me To Be With You For A While If It Will Not Allow Me To&amp;nbsp; Have You In My Life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Do I Want The One I Cannot Have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Do I Ever Dream That Will Never Come True In My Life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Do We Ever Met If We Have To Separate Again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why Do I Want That Will Brake My Heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I Dream About You Every Night.. But They Are Just A Dream Of Reaching The Stars..&lt;br /&gt;
I Always Love You, But They Only Remind Me Of A Romantic Fairy Tales..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The More I Tried To Reach My Dreams, The More It Reminds Me Of How Hard To Reach The Stars On Bare Foot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But Still Then I Love Dreaming About You, B'cause I Have You In My Dream. .&lt;br /&gt;
But When The Sun Rise,.. They Are Gone With The Mist, Vanishing In The Heat Of The Morning Sun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Indescribable Pleasant Feeling Of The Dreamy Night Make Me Realize How Miserable Life is Without You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every Time I Heard Your Soft And Lovely Voice..My Instinct Tries To Tell Me Something.. But I Can't Make It Out What It Is Whispering In My Heart..Though I May Be A Dreamer.. I Am Also A Believer..I Believe One Day I Will Reach One Of The Stars.. Even If I Cannot Reach The Milky Way..The Milky Way Is Lovely And How Wonderful Would It Be To Reach Them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjS96jjymawJddrkBvM8pbaasrR0XpnX-Vj3fvVLiv7YqZnA47pQu5gjZsE2ABzQoppf6iXrU_w9HyoS9OPhCyY7AQD1dtNYIN_f2vu1_gaqyR4gok5jM_s2X8AfNvKsyA_X_y_w0WYg/s72-c/dream-727975.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>How I met her...</title><link>http://blogromantique.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-i-met-her.html</link><category>Love_Story</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Love Blog)</author><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 10:28:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247342081763518149.post-7028115639143024051</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMRIrJIy0482TGCfwnABnEYWsM8NiwxC0nRjKSYbh1LsEy280-s_qmHZF5fkRHniQYYgI9lqv9wq0Rqd2iE5u3RbwGvdhyWfDEfHAR_A-szZ5NzW8EqpSaKb4gBLnErkuUkKaEes9KkU/s1600/met.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMRIrJIy0482TGCfwnABnEYWsM8NiwxC0nRjKSYbh1LsEy280-s_qmHZF5fkRHniQYYgI9lqv9wq0Rqd2iE5u3RbwGvdhyWfDEfHAR_A-szZ5NzW8EqpSaKb4gBLnErkuUkKaEes9KkU/s1600/met.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;By now I should have probably told you how I met this lady with whom my heart finds love. At some point of life, We meet certain people in life that change our way of life either in the good way or the contrary. I have always been longing to find someone who make me crazy, someone whom my heart loves; someone my heart can dance with; But you know it is not always easy to find the right person.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Well, it was sometime in the end of year 2008; me and my sister planned to attend a birthday party not too faraway form our place. It is only a walking distance from Hotel Radisson. I have no expectation to find someone like her. But what happen the next second was completely magical. From the right corner of my eye I could see her watching me as I walk across the hall. And that was the only thing that caught my eye. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I walk down slowly to the table where i can get a vantage view. There was nothing i want more than to dance her at that moment. But the worse thing is that i have never dance before. Not in my life. Ok! to be honest I tried some two three steps in my room alone but it only end in a laughter.&amp;nbsp; All through the dinner I have no guts to talk to her as it was only my first time to meet her and I don't even know her name!!! But luckily when the dinner finished, one of my friend ask me to join in the photo session; at first I pretend to hesitate but to be honest it was what i always want to do and waiting for the green light to act. Oh! thanks to my friend who let me 'IN' somehow. Then I could have a chance to talk atleast.&amp;nbsp; I can somehow, someway sense she don't hate me even if she don't like me yet. Then I said it is a good sign to start with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But after the party was over I couldn't get such a good opportunity to tell her how my heart sense her appearance in my life. Then one Sunday at the church we met again for the second time and then I went to copy the photos we click the previous party. It was nice talking to her she is a friendly, sincere, calm with a warm heart yet a little bit shy. Ooh! how could you be all what I dreamt of.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Before I even realize I like her, I have already fallen in love with her. But she have not known about my feelings about her b'cause I haven't told her. Neither I knew if she love me too. But every night I keep on dreaming about her. And she is the only one who holds my heart. All those days I have been hiding my feeling. But day by day it get worse and worse. I am afraid this would only break my heart but I can't stand standing by any longer. How could she ever know how I feel about her in my heart if i don't tell her now.&amp;nbsp; I decided to do anything to tell her everything about my feeling which I have been hiding for so long. Everyday she is growing more and more beautiful and more sexy.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Since I don't even have her cell number, my first step was to find someway to get her contact number. Then I have to sign up in facebook. Luckly see accept my friend request. Then I finally get her number from herself. Then one night after the church meeting, after mid night I keep on taxting her and somehow I told her all what I have been feeling about her since the first time I met her in the dinner party.&amp;nbsp; Guess what she said!!! "Why do you take so long to tell me?" Ooh! why do i have to hide for those two long years..I should have told her earlier....&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMRIrJIy0482TGCfwnABnEYWsM8NiwxC0nRjKSYbh1LsEy280-s_qmHZF5fkRHniQYYgI9lqv9wq0Rqd2iE5u3RbwGvdhyWfDEfHAR_A-szZ5NzW8EqpSaKb4gBLnErkuUkKaEes9KkU/s72-c/met.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>The First Kiss...</title><link>http://blogromantique.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-kiss.html</link><category>Love_Story</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Love Blog)</author><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 13:03:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247342081763518149.post-1162501693668777423</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had never kiss anyone in my life, though i have seen quite a number of time in movies i have no idea how to start and when to start but i know i was desperate to kiss her this time.. I continue to walk down the stair..in a dilemma.. to kiss or let it go again this time also as was always been.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then suddenly i stop at the middle of the stair..Then i turn around and say to myself&amp;nbsp; "you can do it, it is now or never",&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnr4qzkRVsyjT4SJnqHnhYs8NHin3h4MDcfk5KAM1jHrjDhTJuYY7nhuUOqK6AO3zSn0bbmlH5Tj60BpUut5TZtPGWukRbbvPSer0Yf8vUjPupKDRmakz0FmTXnG5usByg2NGYvetfBeE/s1600/lips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnr4qzkRVsyjT4SJnqHnhYs8NHin3h4MDcfk5KAM1jHrjDhTJuYY7nhuUOqK6AO3zSn0bbmlH5Tj60BpUut5TZtPGWukRbbvPSer0Yf8vUjPupKDRmakz0FmTXnG5usByg2NGYvetfBeE/s200/lips.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I imagine the soft and tender lips of her..but i'm still not confident. Will she ever like to kiss me? Am i just ruining our relationship? She could have hate me for my act. But i forget everything that pull me back. I had no courage till i open the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She just walk out of the bath room and i can't wait to taste those soft and tender lips..She smiles at me and i can read she do like me..then i smiled back softly and walk straight to her before she ask me anything.. I said to myself if a mosquito could sacrifice its life for just a kiss, that too not in the mouth but somewhere in the feet..When i come back to consciousness i had already landed my lips in to her lips..i woke up when she whisper me softly &lt;i&gt;"i couldn't breath"&lt;/i&gt;, i pull back.. smiled and walk out before she say anymore words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am afraid i suck too hard.. anyway it feels so good to be the first time, yet it is the best. After that evening, every thing about us change completely..the one stupid kiss without a single word works perfect..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still remember that special kiss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How was your first one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;i like the phrase "There is no use to miss a friend who breaks you heart. A poor mosquito who sacrifice its life to a kiss worth more than a friend who betray" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The first kiss...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnr4qzkRVsyjT4SJnqHnhYs8NHin3h4MDcfk5KAM1jHrjDhTJuYY7nhuUOqK6AO3zSn0bbmlH5Tj60BpUut5TZtPGWukRbbvPSer0Yf8vUjPupKDRmakz0FmTXnG5usByg2NGYvetfBeE/s72-c/lips.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>