St valentine's stories

SANT VALENTINES DAY STORY

By Aitor The story begins in the year 1987, when Jackie and David were 12 years old. They were totally different, Jackie was a beautiful blonde English girl and David was a rich American boy, with black hair and not very attractive face, without being ugly. They met in a summer camp which was organized by their respective schools. It was in Alicante, Spain. The first time they saw each other they acted the same way we do when we see a strange person, without doing anything. But the next day they had to make an activity together and when they started talking they thought the other person was special. In the coming days they were talking all the time, without rest. Their friends were quite confused because Jackie and David didn´t spend any time with them, they were always talking, eating or doing exercise together. It was a special relation, but as everything in the life, the camp finished and they went to their countries, thousands of kilometers away, but before going they promised each other that they will see again The years passed and the two teenagers forgot about their promise. They finished the degree and had girl or boyfriends. But the destiny sometimes gives us very special surprises and Jackie and David met again in New York City, were both of them were working in the same company. At first they didn´t talk, they saw each other and didn´t react specially. But one night in a dinner with some common friends they started talking again, so they decided to meet the next day. And another time they connected perfectly.

Six months later they married. It was a sunny morning in which Jackie and David enjoyed the most beautiful day of their life. They didn´t discover who they were since one day, talking about their childhood they realized they finally made good their promise. This joined Jackie and David more and at the moment they live happily married with 1 son and another one on the way.

THE DISTRUSTFUL WOMAN

By Andrea L. A couple was invited to a party of masks and costumes. She hurt her head a lot so asked her husband to go there alone. He protested, but she told him she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed, so there was no need for him to stay in the house. Finally, he put on the disguise and the mask and went out. The woman, after an hour sleeping, woke up fine, with no pain. As it was early she decided go to the party. And as the husband didn't know what was her costume, she thought it would be fun to see how he acted when he was alone.

She arrived at the party and soon saw her husband on the dance floor dancing with all the girls who crossed and throwing kisses. The wife came and started to seduce him. He left the woman he was and he turned to her. Later, he whispered a proposition in her ear and she agreed. They left the party and went alone to a car. At midnight, the woman disappeared, went home, took off his disguise and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would give the husband. When he entered, she was sitting in bed, reading.

- "How did it go?" He asked.

- "Well, as usual," he said. "You know I don't have a good time when I'm not with you."

- "You danced a lot?"

-"Not even a song. When I arrived, I met Peter, William and other guys, so we went upstairs and played poker all night. What's not going to believe what happened to guy who I gave my costume! "

A BEAUTIFUL STORY

By Andrea O.

Some years ago when Mary and James were little children used to g oto the same class and they got on very well. Then used to play in the break and they spent a lot of time together. But when they grew up Mary moved to another city so they lost contact.

When James finished his studies at school he went to the university so he moved to the same city where Mary was living.

One day when Mary was in the library she saw James and she recognised him immediately. They started to talk and since that day they have been together. The years passed and they got married the Valentine’s Day.

ST VALENTINE’S STORY

By Angel It was just another day, it was 14th of February, and Howard May hated it. He always said that the reason was that his father was killed in the St Valentine´s massacre in 1929, but most of his friends thought that the real reason was that he was just jealous of other people. Everybody seemed happy with their couples that day, while Howard felt alone, and by the end of the day he could easily be found lying on some bad-looking street, in front of a bar, completely dunk. That St Valentine´s he had another reason to be sad: his mother didn´t wanted him to go to war.

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“Why?”-he asked her-“You let Harry and Luke volunteer, Why can´t I do the same”

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“Because I need you here to help me. And see what happened to Luke, dead in a dry and hot dessert, hundreds of miles from here…”

And she started crying, as always. So he went directly to Chuck´s bar, and asked for the first drink of the day. After two bottles of rum and one and a half bottles of whiskey, he saw entering the bar what in his eyes seemed like an angel, a beautiful young girl, with a lovely doll´s face and a nice long brown hair. She started chatting with Marco, and after half an hour she walked out the bar with a funny pace.

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“Who is she?”-Howard asked.

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“She´s Daniella, my cousin. His family lived in Arizona, but she wanted to go to a city, and I asked her to come to Chicago. Would you like to meet her?”-said Chuck, and he smiled.

Three hours later he was on the back part of Chuck´s bar, sitting in a chair and smoking, because he couldn´t control his nerves. And she finally came. They spent five hours talking about everything: their lives, their families, the food, the war… And by the end of the

day, after they said goodbye to each other at her house´s door, Howard felt that he wouldn´t hate St Valentine´s day anymore. And he wasn´t drunk.

They carried on meeting each other, and for four months, Howard was happy. They started a relationship, and one sunny day of May, she talked him about marriage. Howard was confused, he had never thought about that. His mother supported Daniella´s opinion.

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“That will make you mature, taking care of a family is a big responsibility.”-she had told him one day.

But one day of June, a telegram was sent to home: Howard´s brother, Harry, had died in Normandy. As soon as he read that, Howard took a decision: he would volunteer. He convinced Daniella that he would come back as a hero, and every girl would be jealous of her, because her husband would be a hero. He joined the Marines because he thought that a hero needed a good uniform, and two days before going to war he married Daniella. From the 24 hours a day, she spent 25 thinking about Howard and what was he doing at the moment, how he would return, and if he would really return. Howard sent a postal every week, but she was very worried.

Finally, Howard would experience the baptism of fire he had spent weeks waiting for. They would take an island with a little airport in it.

It was called Peleliu or something like that. They had told them that it would be an easy battle.

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“Little resistance expected, boys. We will take this island in four days.”-the general had said.

As the vehicle approached the beach, he felt nervous and excited, and started thinking in home, Daniella, and St Valentine´s day. “I´m now a happy man thanks to that day”, he was thinking. Then, they got out of the landing craft, and Howard saw how war really was. His friends were dying; their blood and their bodies –at least some part of their bodies- were covering the beach. He started running, like other soldiers were doing, and he suddenly felt a huge pain in his chest. He was bleeding, and Howard started calling for a medic. He stood there, watching his blood coming out of his body, about two seconds: a mortar round exploded under his feet, and the upper part of his body was thrown into the air. The last thing that passed throw his mind in those two seconds was the thought that he would never see Daniella again, and he felt guilty for causing her pain for his death.

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“This is because that damned day, St Valentine´s day! She wouldn´t have known me if I had not gone to that bar that day. And I went to that bar because it was St Valentine’s Day. I hate you, St Valentine!”

And then he died.

ST VALENTINE’S STORY

By Ignacio Saint Valentine´s stories are always happy stories, but mine, it isn´t. My Saint Valentine´s story has a sad ending.

She was beautiful. I was convinced I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

Well, all starts the summer of 1953.The first time I saw her was in one of the most important casinos of the world.

She was playing Russian roulette, and I sat down next to her, to see how she played. Believe me, she was beautiful. Suddenly I felt desire for betting. And I did it. And I won. That night was my night. I finished with her in the casino´s hotel. Almost every day of the following 5 months, we played together in very different and important casinos of the world. Until one day luck disappeared and I lost all my money. This day was 14th February. Nevermore I returned to see her.