16 Romantic Stories That Prove True Love Has No Boundaries

Romantic relationships between bosses and subordinates, customers and clients, teachers and students often provoke arguments and skeptical smirks. One may ask, “Couldn’t they find someone more suitable?” But after reading these stories, you may realize that true love has no limits.

I’m that girl who stole her friend’s boyfriend. When she introduced us at a party, there was a spark between us. But we didn’t show it. I had a partner at the time.
But everything opened up at her birthday party. I got dumped via text. I went to the lake, sat down and cried. He came to comfort me. That’s where we kissed for the first time and confessed our feelings to each other.
He said he’d leave my friend and we could be together. I rejected the idea at first. But he did leave her. We started meeting for coffee sometimes, and now we live together. I don’t know how to tell my friend, I’m afraid of losing her.My son met a girl from a very rich family in his third year of college. I discouraged him from this relationship because a girl like this got used to beauty salons, restaurants, resorts. He didn’t listen and proposed to her. Her parents were also against this marriage, so they didn’t even come to the wedding and stopped supporting their daughter.
And then 2 years later, my youngest daughter got seriously ill. She needed money for a surgery, urgently. So my daughter-in-law sold her car. Neither I nor my son asked her to do that. She found a buyer, sold it herself and brought me the money.
I was shocked and told her I couldn’t pay her back. And my daughter-in-law replied that we are family now, there is no need to return anything. My daughter had a surgery, she is fine now. My daughter-in-law now uses the subway, but she is the same positive girl and her attitude toward me or my son hasn’t changed.
And I’m so sorry I couldn’t see that she is a good person sooner. I’m ashamed of myself. I’m glad my son didn’t listen to me and chose love. © Ward 6 / VKI’ve always been a curvy woman. I’m also a pastry chef. I met a man — a professional athlete. I felt terribly insecure around him, even dumped him once. We went to meet his parents. And they are also chiseled, beautiful.
When his mother saw me, she cried. She lowered her eyes and said, “It’s okay, son, I love you and I accept your choice.” And his father, apparently, wanted to defuse the tension, but made it worse, by saying, “Don’t worry, guys! My cousin’s brother is a great nutritionist!”
Here I was about to cry, but I pulled myself together and tried to be nice all evening. My man apologized to me many times, gave me flowers. And 6 months later he proposed.
By the way, I lost a little weight next to him, because I adopted his active lifestyle. And he, on the contrary, gained a little from my home cooking. At home, his mother used to make him protein shakes at most. We’re on good terms with his family and pretend that that awkward dinner never happened.

I’ve always envied my friend. She has such a great husband: he always holds the door, calls a taxi, spoils her with goodies, gives her money for shopping, puts on a jacket when it’s cold, is attentive, caring, remembers all the dates. Mine is inattentive, rude. Why did I even marry him?
But as it turned out, my friend’s husband was so nice not only with her, but also with 2 other girls. He was so attentive and generous that he gave them children: one gave birth to a son, the other had twins, and my friend had a daughter, all born a couple of weeks apart! And my sulky husband saved up for a country house. So, I grow flowers myself in my garden. © Overheard / VKWe dated when we were younger, and we were both jerks and definitely not good for each other, but the love and attraction and all that good stuff was there, and we would always come back to each other and just be toxic. It eventually got to the point where I said, “No, grow up, and I will too, and if 5 years the stars align we will try again.”
We dated other people. And by complete unplanned coincidences we ran into each other basically 5 years later. We took things very slow. We were both cautious as hell. But then we both realized we grew up, and we are getting married in 140 days!
100% has always been my person, we just needed to grow up. We’ve been through everything and anything, and we have a very solid understanding of each other. We are confident we will be solid for the rest of ever. It does happen! © kcarvalh / RedditI have never been fond of meat since I was a kid. Especially fatty meat. I also spent most of my life trying to figure out why I had a runny nose and watery eyes. How many doctors have I been to! I took an extensive allergy test, and it turned out I’m allergic to beef.
Yeah, it happens. So I gave up meat altogether. I can eat fish, but I can’t eat meat. My friends introduced me to a guy who doesn’t eat fresh herbs. And cooked herbs as well.
I remember the first time we were together, he had a few tiny potatoes and 3 kinds of meat on his plate! And after the meal, he took some pills. It turned out he took vitamins and couldn’t eat greens because he had a bowel resection. That’s when they remove part of the intestine. So he couldn’t digest the greens.
Well, we live together now. And that’s all well and good, but cooking is a challenge for us. We have to cook a lot of dishes, but in small portions, so that the food doesn’t go bad. It’s true what they say, opposites attract. And sometimes they have children too. © v#############@mail.ru / y-storyMy boyfriend is not my “type” at all. Typically, I date feminine men (all of which turned out to be a disaster). My boyfriend is tall, has a beard, tattoos, etc. He is masculine. He only listens to metal music. But he also has hundreds of Legos.
He is different than me in many ways. But he compliments me better than anyone else has. For so long, I was seeking out people that were similar to me. Those were the worst relationships I have had.
My current boyfriend and I compliment each other where it actually counts. I’ve healed the wounds he has not healed yet. He has healed the wounds I have not healed yet. We help each other. We make each other laugh. We understand one another. And he was right under my nose all along!
I have been friends with him for 4 years. We have always gotten along, and were always drawn to each other. It just took time for us both to open our hearts to allow it to happen. Love finds you when you least expect it. And sometimes, it has already found you. You just have to open your heart to see it. © Minimum_Most8038 / Reddit

My husband is very handsome. That’s a fact, not a compliment from his wife. And our children are very beautiful, all 3 of them: a son and 2 daughters who look like their father. I am incredibly happy about it, because I can be barely called “pretty.”
And yesterday I came to pick up my children from the daycare a little early and heard the teachers discussing us, our family. One of them was saying that my children were adopted, because it is impossible to be so beautiful with such an unattractive mother. I came in and said it’s better not to discuss such things in the daycare. The children might hear. The teachers got worried, began to apologize, and I just took the children and left.
And then I cried like a girl in the car. I knew I wasn’t pretty. But it’s just so cruel. Talking about us like that. I can’t forget their words, I keep replaying them in my mind. © Mamdarinka / VKI live with my stepmother. My father married a second time when I was 13 years old. She just turned 18 at the time. She worked for him in the shop as a cleaner and studied in college.
I always liked my father’s new wife. She treated me very well, kindly. We became a real family in 6 years of living under the same roof. Everything changed overnight when Dad passed away last fall.
I didn’t know what was going to happen next. My stepmother and I went on living together as we had had before. She continued to go to work and I went to university. And then it all started on my birthday.
In the morning, I said something that had been on my mind for a long time, “I love you very much.” She kissed me back without saying a word. We’ve been seeing each other in secret ever since. No one suspects that we are close because in public we behave like nothing happened. Often we don’t even talk.
Things change when we’re alone. I’m ashamed of what I did, but I can’t go back. I don’t want to. Dad was a strict but kind man. I feel like I’m betraying my father’s memory with this relationship. © d###########@gmail.com / y-storyI have to go on business trips quite often. My husband and I have been together for 6 years, 4 years we have been married. We didn’t even have a wedding — we just got married and that’s it. I gave birth and went back to work.
My husband takes care of the baby. We made this decision purely from financial considerations. My husband earned almost twice less than me. A year and a half after the birth of the child, I was once again on a business trip. There, one of my coworkers started hitting on me. Then first coffee, then dinner, then coffee again.
At first, I thought it was just an affair. Who doesn’t have them? But it turned into a full-blown relationship. I spend about 50–60 days a year at my “second husband’s” place. It’s a good thing my job allows me to do that. My husband knows that I have another man.
I once wanted to talk to him about it. But he refused to listen, and went to another room. I’ve never made any more attempts to talk to him about it. Neither did he. That’s the way it is.
What would you do if you’re happy with 2 men? Although I love the other man more. But I can’t leave the first one either. It would be a real betrayal, and a shock for the child. © Anonymous / y-storyI got married at the age of 25 out of convenience. I never wanted to fall in love. My parents’ marriage was an example for me. When 2 people live together, raise children and then grow old and that’s it. My spouse and I admit without guilt that we don’t love each other. And we are absolutely fine with that.
And I found solace in my work. I was happy to spend 10–12 hours in the office. Provided my family with everything they needed and more. But everything changed about 4 years after the wedding, we already had a child.
A colleague blew my mind. I think I fell in love immediately, but lived in denial for many years. We worked in the same office for 4 years and became best friends. I just enjoyed her company and melted at the mere sight of her. I moved far away so I wouldn’t see or hear from her.
It didn’t work, my feelings still didn’t change. She called me occasionally for work. It’s been 3 years. Decided to move back with my wife and already 2 kids. As I was travelling home from the airport in a taxi, she called. We decided to meet that evening.
We just chatted, she asked why I never look her in the eye. I smiled. I had no idea what to say. 4 months later we met again at her apartment. Suddenly, she burst into tears and hugged me. It was the first time I had ever touched her (except for a few handshakes). I could feel my body trembling. She asked me to stay. I refused.
She had no idea how I felt. We had known each other for almost 8 years. When I left, she called, and I told her everything. I didn’t have the courage to tell her this to her face. I told her I couldn’t look her in the eye because I was just getting lost. I shut down. She loves me, too. That’s it.
Here’s my love story. Father of 2 is in love with mother of 2. We live in different cities. It’s been a few years, but the relationship is still platonic. My spouse knows. We remain a couple, fulfilling social responsibilities. Maybe in about 15 years, when we are old enough that people stop judging us, we can be together. © Anonymous / QuoraI’m a man, 5 feet 4 inches tall. All my life, I’ve been insecure about this. Once, my friends arranged a blind date for me. But they showed me her pictures, I liked the girl, so I agreed. I come to the cafe and I see…her.
I wanted to yell at everyone and slam the door. No, she wasn’t tall. But she was wearing unrealistically huge platform boots and was dressed like a goth with bright makeup, fishnet tights, and lots of tattoos all over her body. And I have a good boy image, teach solfeggio and wear starched shirts. Apparently, we were cruelly mocked.
But I stayed to see what would happen. At one point we went to dance and she kissed me. We froze and stared at each other. Everyone else was shocked, too, and started to leave. But we stayed and talked. She confessed she did it to piss off her ex-boyfriend, who organized the party.
We continued chatting online, and it turned out we had a lot in common. And then she said that she felt something when she kissed me, and she’d been thinking about me ever since. That’s how someone’s evil joke became the beginning of a new love.

I’m having an affair with a coworker. In the office, we do our best to pretend that nothing is going on between is, but after 5 p.m. everything changes. We meet mostly at my place. Sometimes we go to his place. What makes this situation more critical is the fact that if our affair is discovered, both of us will face dismissal due to the company’s strict policies.
The funny thing is, it started with a horribly done report. When I saw what was written on it, I was ready to yell at the employee. But when he came into my office, he silently put down the normal report and, blushing, began to declare his love.
I was stunned. I fell in love like a teenager. We don’t take photos together, we don’t walk in the park. We don’t even go shopping together. It’s all top secret. But it’s great! Forbidden fruit is really sweet! © n###########@mail.ru / y-storyI am 11 years older than my husband. A year ago, a beautiful girl joined his department. She began to hit on him. My husband tried to laugh it off delicately. I also didn’t take it seriously.
But the other day, I hear the intercom ring. And there she is. She comes in, and there’s a baby in her arms. A tiny baby.
And she tearfully says, “Look, it’s your husband’s son! He doesn’t leave you because he feels pity for you, and we’ve been living as a family for a long time. Don’t torture him, let him go!” I was speechless, and our son came out, also standing there with bulging eyes.
He and I looked at each other and started laughing. Our guest yelled at us and left. She didn’t know that my husband was infertile, and we adopted our son 12 years ago (he knows). This was the final straw, my husband asked the management to sort it out.
But the girl decided to quit herself out of shame. I have been told many times that it is unfair that I got a rich and young man, the dream of many women. But it wasn’t me who initiated this relationship but him. A man is not a lucky ticket that you have to fight for.I work as a massage therapist. Most of my patients are rehabilitating after surgeries or even series of surgeries. One of my clients was a beautiful 28-year-old woman. Even without makeup, she is charming.
I used to have a negative attitude toward romantic relationships with patients. I thought it was a sign of unprofessionalism. Until I fell head over heels in love with her.
Turns out she’s a motorcycle sales manager. She knows absolutely everything about bikes and races around the city on her iron horse after work. She has never had a car, but she has been riding a motorcycle since childhood.
I tried to make her the last patient of the day. I wanted to stay with her longer, make her tea, listen to her stories. We started a relationship. Now she can walk on her own. The first thing she did was rebuilding her bike. Now she moves around the city riding her motorcycle again. © Yaroslav / y-storyMy wife-to-be is not my soulmate. And I am not hers. We’re not a perfect match, nor anything close to “made in heaven” or other mystical, dreamy, short-lived ideas. We are, however, 2 mature people who’ve been through the wringer, made a million mistakes, had our hearts broken a time or 2 and learned how to love again.
We work hard at this relationship, with endless hours of communication, sharing ideas and real world dreams. Knowing that each moment of discovery, by itself, is probably meaningless…but that the totality of our layers and layers of touch and talk are the cement which will bind us together forever.
My wife is not my soulmate. We can’t depend on such cloudy and frail thoughts. We need devotion through action… vulnerability by choice…affection without expectation. Our future depends on it. © that_old_white_guy / RedditAnd here are a few other short stories about true love.

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