Short love stories :- A collection of four short love stories only for You.

2. 2) A rainy evening – The perfect setting for short love stories
One evening, it rained cats and dogs, and a few frogs and fishes too. I was in the café,
she walked in with an umbrella. The place was packed, and there was one seat that
was empty. That was facing my table. I had half a mind to get up and call her over, but
before I could make up my mind and inflate my courage, she walked to a corner table
that just got cleared.
An hour later, it was still raining. In the midst of all that rain and thunder, I contemplated
and coined her name, “The Lonely Girl”. The Lonely Girl had walked out a few minutes
before I decided to leave. When I got outside the café, I saw her standing by the
sidewalk, waiting. I walked up to her quickly, and before I knew it I had asked her if I
could drop her to her place. As it was raining, I added.
She didn’t smile, she just looked at me, turned around and walked away in the rain!
Under her umbrella.
My friends laughed at me. Yep, it was completely embarrassing. Even the bum on the
street held back a grin. I hadn’t even heard the Lonely Girl’s voice. Pathetic, I say. The
next day I saw her at the café, she was sitting by herself. Perhaps she was Calvin, and
she had a Hobbes around to keep her company. I was invisible. Her smoke rings were
fascinating her. She couldn’t even leave good smoke rings, what was the deal with
staring at it? This happened everyday for a month.

3. 3) Night out clubbing – The second chance in my love
story
On another great day, I was out at a club. And wonders
of wonders! She was there, with a few girl pals. Perhaps it
was fate. I looked at her, she saw me and then she looked
away. I walked through the crowd of dancing drunks and
walked right towards her. I walked up and wanted to
speak to her.
She saw me and flashed a big grin. I was shocked. I was
numb. I didn’t know her mouth could move that way! And
before I could think of anything, she grasped her friend’s
hand and walked away to the ladies room! And I didn’t
see her again that night. But I couldn’t stop thinking about
her for hours after that. Perhaps even days. Because she
didn’t show up at the café the next day, and many days
after that. That was shocking. I started wondering if she
had changed her hideout because I was stalking her.

4. 4) Feeling the love at night
I lay awake that night and I stared at her number on my cell
phone. I wanted to call her, but settled for a text. The very
minute I texted her, I got a call from her. She too was
contemplating over whether or not to message me. Sweet!
We spoke and spoke until the wee hours of the morning, and I
just wanted to see her again that evening. We met again at the
café and it felt so good. She was smiling the whole time and we
were actually flirting back and forth. I asked her out for a movie
that evening.
All of a sudden, she looked offended. She declined. And then,
there was silence. That calm, deadly silence that makes you feel
worse than getting yelled at. I asked her what was wrong, but
she didn’t mention it, and our “date” was cut short that evening.
I got home and looked at her bracelet. “Life is a surprise”. Simple
words can be a confusing affair at times.

5. 4) Love stories and stolen glances
We used to glance across each other now and then, but
there was nothing more. No jolt. No sweat. No knots in my
stomach.
The days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to a couple
of months. That’s a long time once you picture the scene
outside the world of literature. Long, long ago seems so
cute in a book, but an hour in a suffocating conference
hall? Murder! Without actually knowing it, I was attracted
to this girl. I actually admired her, and her calm,
comfortable, cool as a cat persona that she brought
along for company every day. Could it be love?
And then, I started the staring game. I stared at her now
and then, discreetly, but in a way she knew I was glancing
at her. But no deal. She just wasn’t bothered. Ouch! My
ego was crushed.