Love needs reasonable content, just as a raging fire needs oil to sustain it; love is the harmonious blending of two similar natures in an infinite feeling. Here is a short romantic love story compiled by the first sample editor for you, I hope it helps!
Short romantic love story 1: Wooden wedding love words
After work, I received a call from my husband: “Honey, today is the fifth anniversary of our wedding, come home early, I’ve already made dinner waiting for you.”
As soon as the call ended, he called back. As soon as I answered, before I could say anything, I heard him talking on the other line. Because of work, my husband uses two phones: the work phone can never be switched off, and the personal phone can never be switched on when there is important work to do. He must be talking to a woman! And he was using a voice I had never heard before, so soft it could drip with water. He said he missed her, that her hair was beautiful, her eyes were big, and she was the dream woman of his life. I hung up in anger, and then I heard my heart shatter like a piece of glass. Ever since we got married, I have always regarded him as my final destination, silently fulfilling the duties of a wife: supporting the elderly, raising the son, and getting along with the neighbors. In order to live a good life, I went out in all kinds of weather every day, rushing between work and home without complaining. I even insisted on working until twenty days before the birth of our son, in order to save money for his formula. Thanks to our hard work, we were able to buy a car and a house, and he was promoted from a lowly clerk to a middle manager. I was so naive that I thought I had embarked on a bright and golden path, but the redial button he pressed by mistake made me feel that the path had turned into a dark dead end, and I would never see a way out. My heart was cut open, and I was in tears. As far as I can remember, my husband is not a man of many words. Apart from the “I do” and “I love you” he said when we got married, he has hardly ever said anything romantic to me. I didn’t mind before because his practicality, diligence and gentleness were far more important than romantic words. But now I have finally come to the sad realization that it’s not that he can’t say romantic things, it’s just that he doesn’t say them to me. To other women, however, he can say them better than he can sing. I decided that I could not let this go, and immediately went home to confront him. When I opened the door, I saw my husband waiting for me. The dinner table was set with a sumptuous meal, and there were candles burning around the edges. When he saw me come in, he immediately came over happily: “Why are you only just back? I’ve been waiting for you for ages.” I said angrily, “What are you waiting for?” My husband put his arms around my shoulders, made me sit at the table, then sat opposite me. He cleared his throat and said to me, “Honey, you know I’m not good with words, but today is our 5th wedding anniversary, so I want to tell you that you are the most beautiful and kindest girl I’ve ever met. Your hair and eyes make me dream. You will always be my dream girl.” These words were exactly the same as those he had said to another woman before. I looked at him coldly: “Did you say the wrong thing?” My husband said doubtfully, “It can’t be wrong, can it? I’ve practiced this dozens of times.” I suddenly realized that what I had overheard was just a rehearsal, and what he was saying to me was the live broadcast. I couldn’t help laughing. And because of the misunderstanding, these sweet words sounded even more touching.
A short romantic love story 2: An awkward confession
Beep, beep, beep…
“Hello, who is it?“ The phone rang at home, and my younger brother picked up the receiver and asked.
“Haha, kid, you don’t even remember me,” said a male voice.
“I don’t have a good memory, can you tell me who you are?“ My younger brother asked carefully.
“Haha, it’s your brother-in-law,” the other person said.
“Oh, my brother-in-law?” The younger brother looked at me innocently, full of confusion.
…
With a click, the other party politely hung up the phone.
Could it be that it was that stranger again?
Recently, there have been more than one or two such ‘harassment’ incidents. The incoming numbers come from all over the country, such as Changsha, Shanghai, Wuhan, Wenzhou, Beijing, etc., and there are simply too many to count. We can’t tell if it’s the same person calling, so we answer every time. The “unexpected visitor” never gives his name, and he speaks in a gentle, sincere tone. Even if you’re full of anger, when you get a call like this, no one wants to hang up suddenly. Later, I noticed that most of the time he “harassed” me was between 8 am and 9 pm, and he was quite polite. And the topics he talked about all revolved around my family. This surprised me greatly.
“Why is he so interested in you?” My family kept asking me about my relationship with the stranger. ‘I really don’t know him.’ No matter how I explained, my family didn’t believe me, which made me feel even more aggrieved. Could it be that I had carelessly given my phone number to a stranger? Or were my classmates and friends playing a joke on me? But his voice didn’t sound like any of the male voices I knew. Who would be so bored as to travel to different cities and interact with people like us who are so unrelated? It really is beyond my understanding. Later, I told my colleagues about this incident. After hearing it, one of them laughed and said, “Could it be that someone has a crush on you and is embarrassed to say so face-to-face, so they resorted to this countermeasure?”
“No way, but I don’t know him, who would be so boring!” I said angrily.
The one who spoke was Liu Jun, who graduated from school with me. Three months passed, and there was no progress on the matter I was worried about.
At a work party, everyone went with high spirits, but I excused myself saying I had something to do at home. I must find out what’s going on.
The phone rang as promised. Strangely, his voice was a bit hoarse, which made me think of my colleague Liu Jun, who had a cold and a hoarse voice that day.
Before he could finish speaking, I already understood seven or eight points. “Liu Jun, is that you?” The other person paused for a moment and said, “You’ll find out who I am soon. Shall we meet? It’s right downstairs at your place.”
I hung up the phone and rushed downstairs. The man was standing there holding flowers, and it really was Liu Jun! The mystery that had been plaguing me for half a year was finally solved! I walked up to him and pretended not to acknowledge him.
Unexpectedly, he blushed and made his intentions clear to me: “I didn’t mean any harm. Li Ling, you’re so cold. You usually ignore everyone, so this is the only way I can get close to you, isn’t it?”
Hearing this, I was vaguely moved. Maybe I had been too much in the past, so I walked over to him, gently tapped his nose and said, “You, you, how much phone bill and time would that waste?”
“I do!” Liu Jun said loudly.
“By the way, what’s the deal with all those phone numbers from all over the country?” I asked. ‘You don’t understand, I was on a business trip at the time, so I just called from a few places,’ he said honestly.
“Silly, you ran so far just to give me a call?” I asked in disbelief.
“It’s worth it for you. Only by getting to know your family can you get to know you better,” Liu Jun said with a smile. You think it’s strange, don’t you? We’ve been colleagues for a year, and this is the first time I’ve felt that he’s so wise. ‘Let’s go. I want to go to your house and take a look. We’ve already gotten to know each other well enough from calling every day, haven’t we?’ ”To be honest, I really want to meet your brother. Just let me be his brother-in-law!”
“As for whether it will work out or not, that depends on your karma.”
Probably hearing the sound of our voices, my brother had already rushed out, shouting, “Brother-in-law, brother-in-law.” They had long been familiar with each other through the long telephone line, and perhaps they had colluded. Liu Jun, you really are something! I can’t help but secretly admire him in my heart.
A short romantic love story 3: Guess the winter
Chang Yun received a letter that shook her soul, a printout:
Although I love the art of romance, this time, I am not playing a romantic game with you.
I am someone you know well. Because I am familiar, you probably know about my past and experiences. That is why I am not going to look for you, but just write to you. Alas, I don’t know how you see me.
I need someone who can keep me company when I am lonely, or rather, walk with me.
If you already have a partner you will die for, you don’t need to reply to this letter. Just read it as an old story, inexplicable and boring.
If you are still deciding, I am willing to be a contender. Once you choose me, I will not let you down. I will prove to you that your choice is not only lucky, but also wise. As long as I am not dead, in ten years, or at most fifteen years, I will show you my success. If I succeed, I need someone to share it with. Of course, if I fail, I need someone to bear it with me. This is my mood, and it is not contradictory.
If you think this is a game, please throw it away. I will say behind your back: “Sorry to bother you, never mind.” I will quietly leave.
If you have guessed who I am, and if you are willing to get to know me, please write back. Don’t say anything, just write your initials: CY. I will go to you and pick you up. I will write to you with a fountain pen, not type.
If you have already made up your mind, and you do not accept it, or you ignore it, please do not tell anyone your guess. If you guess wrong, you will hurt someone; if you guess right, you will also hurt me. I have been through hardships. Inside me, the lonely sycamore tree is locked in the deep courtyard, and autumn is over. If you do that again, the seasons will move forward a bit. The sycamore tree’s leaves have already fallen. So, it should be snowing season. Please don’t do that.
This letter has been lying by her pillow for five whole years. She savors it, savors the sadness. Reading a letter like this, she can’t help but feel sad. She doesn’t know who the person is. After receiving this letter, she has gone through all her acquaintances in her mind. She dares not be rash, always hesitant. She vaguely feels that by delaying her reply, she has hurt the other person. She doesn’t want to. She often has respect for people who stubbornly cling to their poetry. She has never married, and in her heart, she already regards the other person as a state of mind.
This person is so persistent in their career and so confident, so why can’t they be braver in love? Why do they make me guess so hard?
So, no matter how strong a person is, they inevitably have their own vulnerabilities?
All the familiar people around her have gotten married and started families, but Chang Yun is still alone.
Later, she showed the letter to her girlfriend. Her girlfriend exclaimed in dismay and said, “You’ve made a fatal mistake.” Chang Yun was puzzled. Her girlfriend said, “At that time, you should have written to everyone you know.”
“So presumptuous?”
“No, you just write CY. If the person who receives the letter doesn’t love you, of course they won’t understand and will just think it’s a prank. If the person who receives the letter does love you…”
“Stop it!” Chang Yun covered her face.
Finally, Chang Yun was able to confirm who the other person was. He was an educated, refined and sensitive person from a middle-class family with no home, car or background. She had also had a good impression of him, but unfortunately, the other person had never mentioned anything.
Now, among the familiar faces, only that person was missing. He had gone south five years ago and never been heard from again. Changyun had been able to push back an entire season and feel spring for the other person and for herself. Unfortunately, she had missed it. From then on, she truly understood the meaning of the words in the letter:
It’s time for snow.
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