Describe the Most Beautiful Love You Ever Witnessed or Experienced

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Anonymous wrote:I guess it is true...not many people are in loving relationships that demonstrate romantic love. I do agree the love between a parent and child is the greatest and most pure. I was expecting to read all kinds of romantic stories of love. I will keep checking back

Love between a parent and child is a biological necessity, evolution's way of perpetuating itself, sort of self love. Sorry to blow your bubble.

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When I was a med student, my surgery residents were teaching a 20 year old woman who had been in a bad car accident how to speak with her trach and the first thing she said was "I love you dad" to her dad who was in the room.

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Anonymous wrote:I guess it is true...not many people are in loving relationships that demonstrate romantic love. I do agree the love between a parent and child is the greatest and most pure. I was expecting to read all kinds of romantic stories of love. I will keep checking back

I don't know, OP. Always seemed to me that people who were most demonstrative of romantic love in front of others were not necessarily those who were most likely to stay the course, much less keep it thriving all the way. It might be that your greatest loves are kept the most private.

The most touching stories above (including between parent and child) were witnessed out of necessity of intrusion. Normally you wouldn't see that.

[Anonymous]

My parents. My mother got married at 19 to a real asshole. She had my brother around age 21/22. Her then husband left her, then came back not because he wanted to or loved her, but because he was afraid she'd try to take him for $$ in a divorce since he just peaced out. She realized a few months after she took him back that it was a huge mistake, and arranged to move out of their apartment one day while he was at work. Hired movers and got the F out of there. He never cared to pursue any sort of real relationship with my brother, his only son.

A few years later, my mom's sister saw a nice looking young man cutting the fields for his elderly mother, who lived just down the road. She baked a pie, went down to my grandma's house, introduced herself, and required about the young man - my dad - who was, at the time, single. My aunt set them up on a blind date.

On the way back home from their first date (my mom still recalls my dad looking oh so handsome in his red plaid bell bottoms and saddle shoes), they stopped for dinner. The restaurant had a gift shop, and she started looking at the comic books to pick something up for my brother. My aunt never mentioned to my dad that my mom had a young child. When my dad asked why she was purchasing a comic book, and she said it was because she had a 4 year old, he never faulted.

At that time, my dad was living in MD and my mom was living in Richmond. They made the long distance thing work, and eventually they got engaged. My older brother, I'm told, was nodding excitedly when the minister asked "Do you take this man to be your husband?"

My dad then adopted my older brother. They tried for years to have more children, gave up, and then I came along. My younger brother was born four years later.

In all of the time that I've seen my parents together, they have maintained the highest level of respect and love for one another. They are completely equal in their relationship; both worked full time jobs when we were coming up, and my mom was never the "default parent."

A few years ago, my mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. My dad made sure to get her to a neurologist and get her on necessary medication right away. He has already arranged long term care for both of them when they reach the point that they can no longer care for themselves. He still works full time, but is retiring at the end of the year. He takes her to all of her doctor's appointments, packs her suitcase when they go on trips, and is just an amazing advocate for her in all things in life.

It makes me so sad that he will have to watch her become a person that he'll eventually no longer know - not really. But I am so glad that they are getting this time together now, before it's too late.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My parents. My mother got married at 19 to a real asshole. She had my brother around age 21/22. Her then husband left her, then came back not because he wanted to or loved her, but because he was afraid she'd try to take him for $$ in a divorce since he just peaced out. She realized a few months after she took him back that it was a huge mistake, and arranged to move out of their apartment one day while he was at work. Hired movers and got the F out of there. He never cared to pursue any sort of real relationship with my brother, his only son.

A few years later, my mom's sister saw a nice looking young man cutting the fields for his elderly mother, who lived just down the road. She baked a pie, went down to my grandma's house, introduced herself, and required about the young man - my dad - who was, at the time, single. My aunt set them up on a blind date.

On the way back home from their first date (my mom still recalls my dad looking oh so handsome in his red plaid bell bottoms and saddle shoes), they stopped for dinner. The restaurant had a gift shop, and she started looking at the comic books to pick something up for my brother. My aunt never mentioned to my dad that my mom had a young child. When my dad asked why she was purchasing a comic book, and she said it was because she had a 4 year old, he never faulted.

At that time, my dad was living in MD and my mom was living in Richmond. They made the long distance thing work, and eventually they got engaged. My older brother, I'm told, was nodding excitedly when the minister asked "Do you take this man to be your husband?"

My dad then adopted my older brother. They tried for years to have more children, gave up, and then I came along. My younger brother was born four years later.

In all of the time that I've seen my parents together, they have maintained the highest level of respect and love for one another. They are completely equal in their relationship; both worked full time jobs when we were coming up, and my mom was never the "default parent."

A few years ago, my mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. My dad made sure to get her to a neurologist and get her on necessary medication right away. He has already arranged long term care for both of them when they reach the point that they can no longer care for themselves. He still works full time, but is retiring at the end of the year. He takes her to all of her doctor's appointments, packs her suitcase when they go on trips, and is just an amazing advocate for her in all things in life.

It makes me so sad that he will have to watch her become a person that he'll eventually no longer know - not really. But I am so glad that they are getting this time together now, before it's too late.

This is tremendously moving! Thank you for sharing this I am very sorry to hear about your mother's illness. It is a very hard thing to watch. She is so lucky to have all of you!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My grandparents met on VJ Day. My grandpa's brother accidentally shot his other brother while cleaning his gun (I kid you not). My grandpa was in the Navy but went to visit his brother in the hospital when he was on leave. My grandma was his brother's nurse.

My grandpa, the smartest man I've ever known, had the GI bill but didn't go to college because he unexpectedly had to take care of his mother. Instead, he worked (as labor, not management) in a steel plant. He put his wife, my grandma, through graduate school and then all three of his kids, one of them to Harvard.

So that was unnecessary background, but to answer your question, I've never seen two people more in love. They put each other first in every possible way. He told her every day that she was beautiful, what a good mother she was, how smart she was, etc. I witnessed it. My mom always told me that's how he always was, the entire time she was growing up. And my grandma adored him the same way.

I was in the room when he died in 2000. She was falling apart but she gathered some unbelievable strength at the end. As he drifted away, she whispered to him memories of their life together (married 54 years). The only part I caught was "and remember when our chilren were born."

They wrote love letters to each other the entire time he was in service. Literaly dozens of them. We weren't allowed to read them until after she passed away, which she did in 2014. We read them the first Christmas after her funeral, all together as a family. They were so beautiful - I can't read them without crying.

OP, you'll like this.

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Anonymous wrote:My grandparents met on VJ Day. My grandpa's brother accidentally shot his other brother while cleaning his gun (I kid you not). My grandpa was in the Navy but went to visit his brother in the hospital when he was on leave. My grandma was his brother's nurse.

My grandpa, the smartest man I've ever known, had the GI bill but didn't go to college because he unexpectedly had to take care of his mother. Instead, he worked (as labor, not management) in a steel plant. He put his wife, my grandma, through graduate school and then all three of his kids, one of them to Harvard.

So that was unnecessary background, but to answer your question, I've never seen two people more in love. They put each other first in every possible way. He told her every day that she was beautiful, what a good mother she was, how smart she was, etc. I witnessed it. My mom always told me that's how he always was, the entire time she was growing up. And my grandma adored him the same way.

I was in the room when he died in 2000. She was falling apart but she gathered some unbelievable strength at the end. As he drifted away, she whispered to him memories of their life together (married 54 years). The only part I caught was "and remember when our chilren were born."

They wrote love letters to each other the entire time he was in service. Literaly dozens of them. We weren't allowed to read them until after she passed away, which she did in 2014. We read them the first Christmas after her funeral, all together as a family. They were so beautiful - I can't read them without crying.

So beautiful, thank you for sharing this.

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OP ^^^

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I feel like I am finally experiencing this type of love. We came together in such unusual circumstances. We have similar views on life, family backgrounds, and personalities. It is like we are the same person. I feel very fortunate.

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Anonymous wrote:I feel like I am finally experiencing this type of love. We came together in such unusual circumstances. We have similar views on life, family backgrounds, and personalities. It is like we are the same person. I feel very fortunate.

If it is still early in your relationship, less than nine months, it is hard to tell, as you are still likely in the throes of infatuation and hormonal highs. Real deep love involves what another poster describes in his or her grandparents' marriage above, kindness, respect, engagement, and caring treatment toward one another every day.

What were the unusual circumstances in which you came together?

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My grandparents. They were together over 50 years and still held hands and he still called her by a nickname. They don’t have any spectacular backstory, just lived to be 97 and 93, sat outside on the porch together every day of the summer, and lived a perfect, simple life never really wanting more.

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Every spring when the Cadbury Cream egg appears in the store my heart goes aflutter.

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That 19 year old brown girl I met hanging out in the bar at my hotel in Antanarivo.

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Anonymous wrote:I remember watching video of a crash -- I think a plane? -- into icy water, and the survivors were having to be helicoptered out in harnesses. I watched this one man over and over put person after person into the harness while he was treading water. He went under before they could get him out. He was just another passenger, and they were strangers to him, but he kept them safe.

My god.

Air Florida in the Potomac 1982

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My brother and I are quite close. We had a difficult, high stress childhood and I was always his protector. When I was a young woman and he was a teen, I was violently assaulted by a stalker and was hospitalized. My brother held my hand for hours, only letting go when the nurses took me for imaging and procedures.

Years later, when he called me in tears after his child was born and his wife had PPD, I flew across the country that day.

I feel deeply privileged to have the relationship I have with him.