Relationship Stories & Experiences

EPISODE 1

"Mister, please, will you marry me?" Jeslyn asked a man she saw entering the restroom of the wedding venue. 'He must be one of the guests,' she thought.

Jeslyn was taken aback by the coldness he was exuding when he turned to face her. His eyes held so much darkness that she flinched. All her senses woke up, ringing bells in her mind to walk away...but to where? She had been searching for a groom for a long time already and couldn't even find a janitor, let alone a waiter, so where else would she see a a husband? The auspicious time was already passing.

He assessed the withered bunny in front of him. Jeslyn's white wedding gown wasn't looking elegant nor was she putting in effort to look presentable.

His aura relaxed a little when he saw Jeslyn's makeup-smudged face and the line of tears on her cheeks.

Seeing this, Jeslyn breathe a sigh of relief. She tried to focus her mind so she could interact with him like the human he was.

The man looked to his right and then left, there was only the two of them, so he pointed at his nose while confusion filled his expression.

"Young Miss..." he hesitated. Then he frowned slightly, "you mean...me?"

Jeslyn nodded while wiping her face with the back of her hand, ruining the mascara even more.

The man chuckled after getting his answer. The girl in front of him is the most daring bunny he had ever come across. So tender, fearful, yet audacious!

"You don't know me, do you?" he asked after his weird chuckle.

She swallowed and shook her head, then said timidly with a tearful voice. "T–that makes it better."

The man raised a brow, "how so?"

"W—we will sign a marriage contract and get a divorce after one year, t—then you can continue your life," she explained.

"Oh, so you want to use my service when you don't know me? Interesting. It so happens that I need a woman for my brat but before then, Young Miss, i'd like to sound a note of warning...You might die. " he looked at her, waiting to see her flinch or show repulsion, but she didn't, so he continued.

"You are about to step into the abyss. Are you still willing?"

She nodded.

The man squinted his eyes at her for whatever reason before he relaxed and said: "Deal."

"Good, I'll send my assistant to bring you the contract after our wedding." Seeing him nod, she grabbed his wrist with one hand and held up her long, heavy wedding dress with the other before she hurried towards the wedding venue.

The tall man looked at her side profile with his dark chocolate eyes as an interesting smile found its way to settle on the corner of his lips.
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"Where is the bride? The groom has been waiting here for more than fifteen minutes already!"

"I wonder what that young Miss' problem is."

"Young brats from rich families who are also celebrities are mostly like this, making people wait for them, hmph!"

"The more reason she should be scared of upsetting people...but no, young Miss Jeslyn would never consider her reputation. She knows exactly how bad it would be if word gets out that she kept the guests waiting for 20 minutes on her wedding day."

"How can you expect her to be so sensible when her reputation is already as bad as serpent's."

"I wonder why she's even the one getting married to young master Ray, with her ruined reputation. Her sister, Christine, would have been a better choice. Tch!"

"Quiet down, don't let her grandfather hear you say that. You'll be in trouble."

While the murmurs and words of displeasure were flying around in the hall, the relatives of the bride and groom were busy looking at the door, hoping to see the 'abomination' walk in through the entrance.

A man presumed to be the groom stood on the altar with the priest, waiting for the bride.

The groom had a little frown of impatience settling between his brows as he focused on the door with hands balled in tight fists and knuckles turning white. His jaw was clenched to suppress the fire in his heart.

'Did she dare to stand me up? Is she going to cancel the wedding at the last minute? No, she can't. She knows what's at stake if she refuses to get married today', he thought.

Amongst the guest sitting, an old man was seen resting his jaw on the back of his palms that were placed on the top of his walking stick as he appeared to be lost in thought.

Just when he snapped out of his daze and was about to wave over one of his bodyguards standing around the hall, he heard an uproar from behind and turned sharply to see if it was his granddaughter entering the hall with grace.

Lo and behold, it was his granddaughter, but wasn't entering with grace, but rather with disgrace!

The old man's eyes dilated and his lips parted in shock. If her appearance was not bad enough to shock him into a coma, then the fact that she was running in with an unknown man would.

The guest gasped in surprise and watched in confusion as the famous young Miss of the Lee family ran to the stage with a man, an unknown man!

The groom stood there with narrowed eyes, not understanding what she was up to. However, he had a weird feeling that things were about to go bad for him and he needed to stop her real quick!

"What do you think you are doing, Jeslyn?" He asked her when she climbed the altar. His eyes resting on the man who had a slight smile on his lips.

Ray was the most handsome young man in the city and that was one of the attributes Jeslyn fell for, however, the man in front of him was simply gorgeous– if a man could be called that.

And it stirred something in his heart seeing such a handsome specie with his fiance.

Instead of her answering his query, she pushed him aside in a hurry and said to the priest.

"I'm sorry for coming late and wasting your time. I have decided to change my groom at the last minute, please start the program."

At her words, the hall fell into deep silence for more than two minutes before it erupted into a commotion.

"What?!"

"What joke is this?!"

"Has she finally gone mad!?"

"Oh my... I had thought she was kidnaped on her way here. I never expected this move," One of the girls sitting in a corner said with a chuckle.

"That's right, Emma, it seems she's finally smart and understood what we've been trying to make her understand for the longest time."

"She might probably have been hit on the head, Jeslyn loves that idiot too much to leave him," Emma said with a deep thought.

"I think something happened, I mean her appearance is too bad for this to be a prank," Ava disagreed.

Emma nodded, "probably. We'll ask her later."

Jeslyn's grandfather composed himself and continued to watch in silence. If his beloved granddaughter who had been the happiest about her marriage, and had the best designers and makeup artists in the city dress her up and made her into a fairy this morning would enter her wedding venue looking like a used woman, then something serious must have happened.

That was the old man's thoughts as he sat there, watching the play on the altar.
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Lily was an ordinary girl with an extraordinary love for ice cream. Every day after school, she would head straight to the little ice cream parlor near her house, skipping and humming with joy. The flavors, the creamy delight, the sugary sweetness – they all held an irresistible allure for her. She'd spend her pocket money on scoops of colorful, delicious temptation, leaving the parlor with a wide grin plastered across her face, her fingers sticky and her heart content.

One particular Tuesday, Lily had been given money by her parents for school supplies - books, stationery, and other items vital for the upcoming semester. Yet, as if under a trance, she found herself strolling into the ice cream parlor without a second thought. The money meant for textbooks now jingled in her pocket, ready to be exchanged for her favorite treat. As the weeks went by, her icy indulgence started to consume more and more of her funds, leaving the academic necessities a hazy afterthought.

Lily's obsession with ice cream knew no bounds until one scorching afternoon everything changed. She had just devoured a triple scoop of her beloved dessert, when a sudden, sharp pain gripped her abdomen like a vice. It felt like a thunderstorm raging inside her, with flashes of regret and throbs of anguish. Lily was struck with the most terrible stomach ache of her life. As she lay in bed, pale and groaning, she realized her folly. The consequences of her gluttonous love affair with ice cream had caught up with her, leaving her yearning for relief from the torment.

The experience transformed Lily. The once-endless delight that accompanied her ice cream outings now held a looming shadow of discomfort. She couldn't bring herself to relive the pain, and the sight and smell of the decadent treat no longer sparked joy in her heart but served as a reminder of the agony she had endured.

From that day on, Lily became a wiser young lady, understanding the value of balance and responsibility. She learned to cherish her pocket money and invest it in things that truly mattered, like school supplies and educational opportunities. And as for her love of ice cream, she approached it with a newfound moderation, savoring it on special occasions but always mindful to not overindulge. The memory of the excruciating stomach ache stayed with her, guiding her choices and teaching her an important lesson she wouldn't soon forget.

I stepped out for a short stroll this evening, eager to stretch my legs and clear my mind. As I ambled through the streets, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast from just a week ago. The usually serene surroundings were now teeming with noise and activity. It was as if the whole city had come alive.

A week prior, the streets had been tranquil, the quiet broken only by the occasional passerby or the distant hum of a car. The festive break had prompted many students to return to their hometowns, leaving the city feeling somewhat empty. Now, however, the streets were pulsating with energy and excitement.

Every shop along the way seemed to be bursting at the seams with people. Laughter and chatter spilled out onto the sidewalks, creating a cacophony of sound that filled the air. The entire area was bathed in a warm, inviting glow from the lights that illuminated every nook and cranny. It was exhilarating to witness, like an orchestra of life in full swing.

I couldn't help but feel a rush of joy for the city. It was as if it had regained its heartbeat, with the return of the students infusing it with new vitality and vigor. The spirits were high, and the collective hum of anticipation was palpable. As I continued my walk, I found myself smiling at the infectious elation that enveloped the city. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and I reveled in the sense of life that had returned to the very heart of the place I called home.

In Nsukka, a lively town, Chijioke was getting ready for the new semester at the University of Nigeria. Excitement buzzed in the air as students returned to campus. Chijioke, a hardworking student, looked forward to his studies.

His friend among many others Ngozi, shared the excitement. They explored the university's winding paths, surrounded by jacaranda trees. In the lecture hall, you could hear Igbo names like Nkem, Obinna, and Chinyere – a mix of identities.

As they faced academic challenges, Chijioke and Ngozi found comfort in the rich Igbo culture around them. Igbo sayings filled the air, passing on wisdom from one generation to the next.

Throughout the semester, friendships grew, and the university felt alive with energy. Chijioke, guided by his values, tackled his studies with determination. The campus, in Enugu State, became a place of learning and cultural sharing.

As the sun set, Chijioke thought about the journey ahead. The new semester at the University of Nigeria wasn't just about classes; it was a celebration of identity, friendship, and the pursuit of knowledge within the embrace of Igbo heritage.

A wise woman builds herself and her Relationship...

A wise woman once said, Beauty attracts men but wisdom keeps them.
Elegance catches men’s attention but intelligence convinces them.
Nagging irritates men but constructive silence weakens them. The ‘boy’ in every man pumps out occasionally, the ability to handle this is a woman’s truest maturity.
Men have secret struggles and silent pains, should you ever find them out, you have exhibited the greatest maturity.

In the long-run,  your ‘words’ matters more to a man than your ‘looks’, so invest the right words. Earn a man’s respect and he will consider you the yard stick for all his action. Learn to mold the moods of your man. Men will naturally give you their future if they can recall your maturity in yesterday’s issues… Women are everywhere but real queens are scarce. Let the queen in you come alive and he will hold you in high esteem. Woman, Build your Relationship through Wisdom!📌❤

God Bless You ✌🙏❤

I never chose the way I met you
Your smile beams like the rays of Sun
I never chose how I loved you
Your aura soothes like
Watching a cosmos

Now that you're here
I can make a choice to be and to become

A piece of your mind.

All it takes is a particular time frame and all your values are depreciated.
I am a girl who believes in friendship and the power of ties. Something above mere acquaintance, something similar to blood or family. I would fight any who aims to harm the other, honestly.

Sometime late last year, this friend that I had trusted, someone I had made a close companion, someone I took as family, hurt me without realizing it.
Funny enough if opportune to read this, won't phantom out that I write about her.

Surely, there are disagreements sometimes but this time, I feel stabbed. Funny enough that I can't wrap my head around a particular fact that made me dread this friendship but I loathe the imagination of what she had inflicted.

A tiny insight...
... A sister's enemy, I made an enemy.
Isn't that what a sister should do?
But what happens when the enemy becomes friends with your sister, and they look at you like the real enemy?

Jugging through my thoughts today and with the new year, I promise to put an end.
Not to the friendship.
I'm putting more exclamations to boundaries. They would hear from me less, and see me rarely, and just then, they would wish for what had been, for what it was an unsaturated friendship.
I put a stop when I'm disrespected.

Maybe my English is too complex to understand, but I write from the depth of my heart.
This is my story.
Good night.

A friend told me she met a guy at a grocery store, from introduction to different discussion, somehow, they started dating, but she realised the guy was always on phone talking, for that, she became very angry that the guy does not has time for her and wanted to end the relationship. One day she decided to ask him who he was always on phone with and the guy told her it was his sick mother at the hospital.

I notice so much impatience in relationship, which have created so much mistrust and unease.

As the joyful festive season came to an end, a wave of anticipation washed over me as I prepared to resume school. The warmth of family, the laughter of friends, and the enchanting glow of holiday lights had been my sanctuary, my escape from reality. But now, reality was knocking at my door, reminding me that responsibilities and challenges awaited.

As the first day of school approached, I felt a familiar yet unwelcome sensation creeping through my veins - anxiety. Thoughts of unfamiliar faces, daunting assignments, and the pressure to succeed consumed my mind, threatening to drown out the remnants of holiday cheer. The celebrations had provided a temporary respite from the worries of school, but now they seemed to transform into a cruel reminder of the impending reality.

As I entered the crowded hallways on that first day, my heart raced, and my palms grew clammy. The once-familiar environment suddenly felt overwhelming, as if the walls were closing in on me. Anxious whispers filled the air, mingling with the sound of shuffling footsteps. My breath became shallow, and with each passing moment, my anxiety tightened its grip on me.

Attempting to blend in, I found solace in observing the buzz of the school. Students reuniting after the break, their laughter echoing through the hallways, evoking a sense of camaraderie. But within me, a sense of isolation grew. Would I be able to find my place in this sea of faces once again? Would I be able to meet the expectations that loomed before me?

As the day progressed, I reminded myself that anxiety was only temporary. It was a feeling that would come and go, but it did not define me. In the depths of my anxiety, I mustered the courage to reach out to others, to seek comfort and support. And to my surprise, I discovered that I was not alone in my fears.

In these moments of vulnerability, I found strength in the genuine connections that I forged with fellow students. We shared our anxieties, our hopes, and our dreams, realizing that we were all embarking on this journey together. The weight of expectation seemed less daunting when we carried it collectively, supporting and lifting each other up.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the anxious haze that had clouded my mind began to dissipate. I navigated the challenges with newfound resilience, and I celebrated small victories along the way. The familiar hallways once again became a place of growth, learning, and self-discovery.

Looking back, I realized that the festive celebrations, despite their transient nature, had left something lasting within me. They had instilled in me a belief that even in moments of anxiety and uncertainty, there was always hope. With every step taken, I grew into a stronger version of myself, armed with resilience and the knowledge that I could overcome any obstacle that came my way.

Once upon a time in a nestled amidst rolling hills and serene meadows, lived two inseparable friends, Adelola and Ibilola. They had grown up together, sharing their dreams, secrets, and laughter. Yet, ambition can weave a treacherous path, even among the closest of friends.

Adelola was a striking young woman, known throughout the village for her beauty and charisma. Ibilola, on the other hand, possessed a gentle demeanor and a heart brimming with kindness. Despite their differences, their friendship had always been unbreakable.

One day, news arrived that the will be a grand festival, and the illustrious King Ayomide would be in attendance. King Ayomide is , renowned for his fairness and charm, was also known to be a bachelor in search of a queen. The prospect of marrying the king and ascending to royalty ignited a spark of ambition in Adelola heart.

As the festival approached, Adelola and Ibilola worked together to craft an intricate plan. Has the festival was going, Ibilola drawing the king's attention to her beauty and talent. Adelola, was jealous seeing Ibilola capture King Ayomide heart. After the festival king Ayomide decided to have a word with Ibilola
King Ayomide, taken by her beauty and words, found himself drawn to Ibilola alluring presence.

As their courtship progressed, Adelola felt an ever- envy and jealousy Watching her friend taking the king and she plot a plan to kill her friend Ibilola. One day Adelola came to Ibilola hut asking her to excult her to the stream.
Ibilola agreed without knowing what her friend is up to.
In the morning Adelola and Ibilola headed to the stream.
At the stream Adelola ask Ibilola to help her and fetch the water and Ibilola move forward Adelola push her into the water

The next day she raise an alarm that Ibilola has gone missing.
When king Ayomide heard that Ibilola is no more he cried and wept could not believe that Ibilola is no more.
As days turn into weeks Adelola decided to meet king Ayomide by telling him that since Ibilola is no more that she is ready to replace her trying to art nice to the king. According to the customs and tradition that the king must get a queen. by telling king Ayomide to get Adelola has his bride.

The festival reached its climax with the announcement of the king's engagement—to Adelola. The village rejoiced, believing that their maiden had achieved the pinnacle of success. But behind the facade of happiness, darkness loomed.

In the midst of the celebrations, Ibilola review herself and the truth came out, a man name Adebayo who is an hunter found her in the stream. he approached the king and revealed the truth about Adelola wicked art . King Ayomide, shocked by the revelation, realized the extent of Adelola deception. He confronted Adelola, demanding the truth.

Adelola web of lies unraveled as the truth came to light. king Ayomide, disappointed by her actions, called off the engagement. Adelola was banished from the kingdom, her ambitions shattered by her own deceit.
King Ayomide married Ibilola
As for the hunter Adebayo, his act of bravery and honesty endeared him to the king. Recognizing his integrity and genuine nature, King Ayomide offered him a position of honor in the village, as a trusted advisor and friend.

In the end, the story of Adelola and Ibilola served as a reminder that the pursuit of greed through deception could lead to downfall, while honesty and authenticity could lead to unexpected rewards. The village of Eldenbrook learned that true friendships and inner integrity were the treasures worth protecting.
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There is this sister in church who has an issue in her marriage and is asking for advice on what to do. She and her husband dated for 4 years plus and within these 4 years dating, there was no sex or romance involved, not because she didn't want, but because the date then ,who has become the husband now, said there will be no sex or romance in the cause of them dating ,until after their marriage since they are both committed Christian in Church
The lady gladly accepted, thinking she has gotten the perfect gentle man. Along the line, the got wedded last 3 months, after 4 years plus dating. Then , the most painful revelation happened on that night, when couples are supposed to do the do in the other room and then the lady found out the the husband is impotent, meaning his manhood doesn't get effect nor function. It was at this point the man apologized for not informing her all along in the course of their 4 years relationship. The no sex and romance stand of the man wasn't because of his purity but because he was hidding his weakness from his partner. Now the lady is devastated and confused. The marriage is just barely 3 months and she is asking for advice on what to do at this point. Should she divorce him? Or continue in the marriage? Having found out that the man deceived her all along? What's your advice or opinions for this worried lady?

In the bustling village of Umutu, nestled in the heart of Nigeria, lived a young woman named Adaobi. She was known for her radiant smile and gentle spirit, a beloved member of the tight-knit community.

One day, whispers began to circulate about Adaobi facing an unexpected challenge – an unwanted pregnancy. The news spread like wildfire through the village, and soon concerned faces gathered in hushed conversations beneath the shade of the ancient baobab tree.

Adaobi, torn between tradition and her own aspirations, sought solace in the wise counsel of Ngozi, the village elder. Ngozi, with her weathered hands and kind eyes, offered guidance, reminding Adaobi of the strength within her.

As the days unfolded, Adaobi grappled with the decision ahead. She pondered the paths of her ancestors and the dreams she held for herself. The village rallied around her, embracing the timeless values of community and understanding.

In the end, Adaobi chose a path that resonated with her spirit, a decision rooted in both self-determination and respect for tradition. The village, recognizing the complexity of life's journey, stood by Adaobi, supporting her through the challenges that lay ahead.

In Umutu, the tale of Adaobi became woven into the fabric of their collective story – a reminder that compassion and unity could navigate even the most delicate moments.

The morning was greeted by extreme cold that sent chills to the spine.
While the liver battled to keep warm the border, while teeth continued clittering, the wooshing sound of freezing wind intensified.

"what a good way to begin a day", I said to myself as I cuddled and snuggled up to my pillow.
Aware that I should have been on some house chores already by the time, but it was snowing outside and my limb, I know, would fail me. All part of me wanted to stay resting on the warming bed.

"where is Nzube?"
I heard my Dad ask from the living room and instantly, the sleeping spell fell off my eyes.
I was still on the process of completing bed dress when two blows landed on my bum.
She looked with her innocent eyes deep onto my brains and spoke,
"brother Nzube put on your sweater, it's cold"
I couldn't help but smile at my little niece while I rubbed my bum.

It's a Sunny weekend so we park the car and go on a trip to a nice special place. A little private lake where we know we are going to be alone all weekend. we bring tent, some wood for the fireplace and food for the weekend.. more loading......❤️

While my siblings have returned home from school, ready to embrace the joyous holiday season, I find myself trapped in the never-ending cycle of studying and exam preparations. It's frustrating, to say the least. Everywhere I look, reminders of the impending celebrations surround me – the scent of cinnamon-spiced cookies, the sound of cheerful carols playing softly in the background, and the colorful decorations adorning every corner of our home. It's as if the world outside my textbooks is ready to celebrate, while I remain trapped in the solitary confinement of my studies.

I yearn to join my family, to escape the confines of my desk and immerse myself in the warmth of their company. I long for the sound of their laughter, the bond that only siblings share during the holiday season. But for now, my focus remains fixed on my exams, my mind preoccupied with formulas, essays, and equations. It feels as if the weight of the world is resting on my shoulders, smothering the festive spirit within me.

As I dive deeper into my studies, I can't help but wonder if there could have been a way to finish my exams earlier, to savor the joys of the holiday season alongside my loved ones. It feels unfair that I have to sacrifice this time with my family while others bask in the festivities. The anticipation that fills the air is tinged with a hint of bitterness, a reminder of what I'm missing out on.

But deep down, despite the frustration and longing, I know that this struggle is temporary. I remind myself of the importance of these exams, of the hard work and dedication that will ultimately pay off in the long run. I find solace in the knowledge that I am laying the foundation for a better future, even if it means sacrificing immediate gratification.

So, here I sit, surrounded by my books and notes, my once vibrant Christmas spirit now dimmed but not extinguished. I remind myself that this time spent studying is an investment, a step towards achieving my goals and dreams. And as I continue to toil away, I hold onto the hope that one day, when I have my degree in hand, I will be able to fully embrace the joyous holiday season with my family once again.

Once upon a time in a quiet village, there lived a young lady named Olumachi. She was known for her gentle spirit and kind heart, yet she felt an emptiness within, as if love had eluded her. Olumachi's days were filled with the whispers of the wind and the company of books, for the villagers, blinded by their own concerns, seldom noticed the unloved young lady.

One day, a mysterious traveler named Frank arrived in the village. Frank was drawn to Olumachi's solitary demeanor and sought to unravel the enigma that surrounded her. They began to converse beneath the ancient oak tree, where secrets were shared, and dreams took flight.

As the days turned into weeks, a unique bond blossomed between Olumachi and Frank. He, too, carried the weight of a forgotten love, and together they found solace in each other's company. The village, however, remained oblivious to the budding connection, consumed by its own affairs.

One fateful evening, a shimmering meteor shower graced the night sky, casting a celestial glow upon Olumachi and Frank. In that moment, they realized that love, like stardust, had silently descended upon them. It was a love that needed no validation from the villagers, for it had bloomed in the quiet corners of their hearts.

As Olumachi and Frank's love story unfolded, the villagers began to notice the transformation in the once-unloved young lady. Her eyes sparkled with newfound joy, and a radiant warmth emanated from her. The village, too, underwent a subtle change as the magic of love touched every corner.

In the end, Olumachi's tale became a whispered legend, a reminder that love often finds its way into the hearts that yearn for it the most. The unloved young lady, once overlooked, had become the storyteller of her own enchanting love story, a testament to the transformative power of connection and the beauty that resides in every heart, waiting to be discovered.

I've always been one of those guys who didn't fancy striking up conversations with random girls I'd come across on the road. It just wasn't my thing. While my friends boasted about their smooth-talking skills and their ability to charm any girl they met, I preferred to keep to myself, immersed in my own thoughts.

But this evening was different. As I made my way back home from campus, lost in my own world, I happened to notice a girl walking alongside me. She was pretty, with a radiant smile and a kind aura that was hard to ignore. Although her beauty didn't immediately move me, something compelled me to break my usual practice and engage in a conversation with her.

With a nervous lump in my throat, I mustered up the courage to start a simple conversation. We exchanged pleasantries and talked about the weather, the campus, and our respective majors. It felt strange, yet oddly refreshing, to converse with a stranger so effortlessly.

As we strolled along, the conversation flowed naturally, unburdened by any romantic intentions. I listened intently to her stories and anecdotes, genuinely interested in getting to know her as a person. It was a purely platonic connection, devoid of any ulterior motives or hidden agenda.

Time seemed to fly as we continued our walk, talking about our passions, dreams, and even sharing a few laughs along the way. The evening was serene, the backdrop of the setting sun adding a touch of magic to our unexpected encounter.

Soon, we reached a point where our paths diverged. She was about to turn onto another road, and I could sense a tinge of expectation in her eyes. I knew she may have been waiting for me to ask for her contact information, to prolong our connection beyond this fleeting encounter. But for some reason, I resisted.

With a subtle smile, I bid her farewell and watched as she walked away, leaving only her fading silhouette in my memory. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy her company or appreciate our conversation, but I felt compelled to honor the simplicity of our interaction by letting it remain pure and untethered.

As I continued my journey home, I pondered the reasons behind my decision. Perhaps it was my desire to prioritize genuine connections over fleeting acquaintances. Maybe it was a longing to embrace the beauty of chance encounters, accepting them as meaningful moments without the need for prolongation.

While others may have seized the opportunity to collect contact details and strive for romantic connections, I found solace in the simplicity of that single encounter. It stood as a reminder that connections need not always be bound by expectation or pursued with predetermined outcomes in mind.

One sunny day, Mr. Thompson was tending to his garden, humming a cheerful tune. He carefully watered his plants, marveling at how they blossomed under his care. As he worked, a tiny bird with vibrant blue feathers perched on a nearby branch and watched him intently.

Curiosity stirred within Mr. Thompson, and he extended a friendly hand towards the bird. To his surprise, the little creature hopped onto his palm, its tiny feet tickling his skin. The bird chirped happily as if it knew it had found a friend in Mr. Thompson.

With a delighted smile on his face, Mr. Thompson gently stroked the bird's feathers, realizing that it must have been injured or lost. In his compassionate heart, he decided to take care of the bird until it was strong enough to fly on its own.

Mrs. Thompson, hearing the noise from the garden, came outside to investigate. When she saw the bird nestled in her husband's hand, she gasped in amazement and joy. The couple exchanged excited glances, silently agreeing to name the bird Blue to honor its radiant feathers.

Days turned into weeks, and Blue flourished under Mr. and Mrs. Thompson's care. They diligently fed it and created a cozy nest for it near their home to make it feel safe and loved. Blue's presence brought immeasurable joy to the couple, turning their simple days into moments filled with wonder.

As Blue regained its strength, a sense of restlessness washed over the bird. It would perch on the window sill, peering outside with longing eyes. Sensing Blue's desire to explore the world once again, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson knew it was time to say goodbye.

With heavy hearts, the couple stood by the open window, gently releasing Blue into the sky. The bird flapped its wings, soaring higher and higher, until it was just a speck in the vast blue expanse above.

Tears welled in their eyes, but Mr. and Mrs. Thompson knew that Blue belonged where it could spread its wings and embrace the boundless beauty of the world. They understood the importance of letting go, of allowing the ones they loved to venture into their own destinies.

Days passed, and the village continued its steady rhythm. But the memory of Blue lingered in the hearts of Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. Whenever they heard chirping birds or saw vibrant feathers in the sky, they would smile, knowing that Blue was out there, living its life as it was meant to be.

The old couple's garden, once a place of solitude and serenity, became a gathering spot for birds of all kinds. Every morning, they would wake up to the melodious symphony of birdsong, a chorus of gratitude for the love and care the Thompsons had shown Blue.

One day, as Mr. and Mrs. Thompson enjoyed their afternoon tea, a familiar sight caught their attention. It was Blue, perched on the windowsill, its feathers glowing in the warm sunlight. The couple's eyes widened with sheer amazement and sheer joy.

Blue hopped into the room, chirping happily, as if to say, "Thank you." Mr. and Mrs. Thompson's hearts overflowed with a love that words could not express. They realized that the bond they had formed with Blue had transcended mere existence. It was a connection that touched their souls, reminding them of the beauty that lies in compassion and the power of letting go.

From that day on, Blue became a permanent guest in the Thompsons' home, a constant reminder of the love they had shared. Together, they created a haven of harmony, where love and friendship flowed freely.

I am a 24 year old young woman who was in a bad relationship for 3 years.
When I met this guy I thought it was him.
His sweet words made me believe in him.
He loved me and finally I fell in love with him.
I did everything to please him, I went to prove my love for
him, I sacrificed my life for him but he was too blind to see all of this.
The best he could do was keep telling me how beautiful other girls are, how my hair style makes him sick.
He complained about almost everything in my life.
I started to have low self-esteem as if I am unworthy and
I didn't feel attractive.
One day he made a mistake calling me desperate.
He told me I wasn't the type of girl he wanted to get married
to and it broke me to pieces.
I was on a campus and about to write my exams and I couldn't
study and even wish to commit suicide but I thank God because he spoke meaning in my life.
I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the beautiful woman.
I'm myself, studied for exams and did it well.
I graduated last year and found a job at one of the largest companies in the United States.
At the beginning of this year I met a gentleman who didn't even want to wait for him to put a ring on my finger and right now I'm engaged and I'm going to marry one of the best men in the world.
I realized a lot of things I couldn't have achieved if I was still with this loser.
A few weeks ago he called and asked to see me.
I didn't refuse, I went to meet him, I'm beautiful, drive my car and wearing a ring on my finger.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Took him to one of the best restaurant and paid all the bills.
He shouted and asked for forgiveness but it was too late.
NOW I pray:
To someone reading this today,
Everyone you worked so hard and neglected you would come back to beg when your glory shines!!!
Can someone type a big "amen".

There once was a young woman named Sophie who lived a quiet and simple life in a small town. She had always played it safe, following the rules and never taking any risks. But deep down, she felt like there was something missing from her life.

One day, she met a man named Ethan. He was charming, adventurous, and unlike anyone she had ever met before. He encouraged her to take risks and live life to the fullest, and Sophie found herself falling for him.

However, Sophie's family was against their relationship. They thought Ethan was too wild and unpredictable, and they worried that he would lead Sophie astray. Despite their objections, Sophie continued to see Ethan, and soon they were inseparable.

Ethan had a dream of sailing around the world, and he asked Sophie to come with him. It was a risky proposition, but Sophie was tired of playing it safe. She decided to take a chance and go with Ethan on his adventure.

They set sail on a beautiful day, with the wind at their backs and the sun shining down on them. The journey was not without its challenges, but Sophie and Ethan faced them together, always finding their way back to each other's arms.

As they sailed from port to port, Sophie discovered a world she had never known existed. She learned to surf, to climb mountains, and to live life without fear. And most importantly, she learned to love without reservation.

Eventually, their journey came to an end, and they returned home to the small town where they had started. Sophie's family was shocked by the changes they saw in her, but they could see the happiness in her eyes and they knew that she had found what she had been searching for.

From that day forward, Sophie lived her life with a newfound confidence and a sense of purpose. She knew that she had taken a risk and come out on the other side a better person for it. And she was grateful every day for the man who had taught her to live life to the fullest and to love with all her heart.