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Sunday 25 December 2011
Saturday 24 December 2011
Wating for someone
Why this love make us wait...?
Why it makes sweet asmuption about love in our mind.
Why we always try to figure the person whom we want.
The waiting for her is the most beautiful thing is have ever done in my life. The beautiful feeling of feeling her every single moment and the thinking about what she would be doing :). Why the Exciting feeling seems likes Butter fly in the stomach.
Thinking about the special one makes the romance more beautiful.
The simplicity of her make her beauty more attractive, the silence is the killing weapon of her. :)
Her black dot eyes brings the black hole in my universe, where every color my my life get merge and then also it always like to attract to her eye. The world around me seems like nothing in front of her cute nose present between her two eyes.
Love is really special, Everyone should taste the black hole at least once...
Hug you my dear so tight. And giving all the happiness of our world to you.
I miss you so much.....
Why it makes sweet asmuption about love in our mind.
Why we always try to figure the person whom we want.
The waiting for her is the most beautiful thing is have ever done in my life. The beautiful feeling of feeling her every single moment and the thinking about what she would be doing :). Why the Exciting feeling seems likes Butter fly in the stomach.
Thinking about the special one makes the romance more beautiful.
The simplicity of her make her beauty more attractive, the silence is the killing weapon of her. :)
Her black dot eyes brings the black hole in my universe, where every color my my life get merge and then also it always like to attract to her eye. The world around me seems like nothing in front of her cute nose present between her two eyes.
Love is really special, Everyone should taste the black hole at least once...
Hug you my dear so tight. And giving all the happiness of our world to you.
I miss you so much.....
Friday 16 December 2011
Love Poem
Love Poem
Susie Lee Done Fell In Love;
She Planned To Marry Joe.
She Was So Happy 'bout It All
She Told Her Pappy So.
Pappy Told Her, Susie Gal,
You'll Have To Find Another.
I'd Just As Soon Yo' Ma Don't Know,
But Joe Is Yo' Half Brother.
So Susie Put Aside Her Joe
And Planned To Marry Will,
But After Telling Pappy This,
He Said, "there's Trouble Still.
You Can't Marry Will, My Gal,
And Please Don't Tell You' Mother,
But Will And Joe, And Several Mo'
I Know Is Yo' Half Brother.
But Mama Knew And Said, My Child,
Just Do What Makes Yo' Happy.
Marry Will Or Marry Joe.
You Ain't No Kin To Pappy
Susie Lee Done Fell In Love;
She Planned To Marry Joe.
She Was So Happy 'bout It All
She Told Her Pappy So.
Pappy Told Her, Susie Gal,
You'll Have To Find Another.
I'd Just As Soon Yo' Ma Don't Know,
But Joe Is Yo' Half Brother.
So Susie Put Aside Her Joe
And Planned To Marry Will,
But After Telling Pappy This,
He Said, "there's Trouble Still.
You Can't Marry Will, My Gal,
And Please Don't Tell You' Mother,
But Will And Joe, And Several Mo'
I Know Is Yo' Half Brother.
But Mama Knew And Said, My Child,
Just Do What Makes Yo' Happy.
Marry Will Or Marry Joe.
You Ain't No Kin To Pappy
Funny Love Poems: 2
Down Wanton, Down!
Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame
That at the whisper of Love's name,
Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise
Your angry head and stand at gaze?
Poor bombard-captain, sworn to reach
The ravelin and effect a breach -
Indifferent what you storm or why,
be that in the breach you die!
Love may be blind, but Love at least
Knows what is man and what mere beast;
Or Beauty wayward, but requires
More delicacy from her squires.
Tell me, my witless, whose one boast
Could be your staunchess at the post,
When were you made a man or parts
To think fine and profess the arts?
Will many-gifted Beauty come
Bowing to your bald rule of thumb,
Or Love swear loyalty to your crown?
Be gone, have done! Down, wanton, down!
1000 Questions for Couples - questions that reveal character and core beliefs. Really get to know the person you are dating before making a lifetime commitment.
Funny Love Poem: 3
Anon
I gently touched her hand: she gave
A look that did my soul enslave;
I pressed her rebel lips in vain:
They rose up to be pressed again.
Thus happy, I no farther meant,
Than to be pleased and innocent.
On her soft breasts my hand I laid,
And a quick, light impression made:
They with a kindly warmth did glow,
And swelled and seemed to overflow.
Yet, trust me, I no farther meant,
Than to be pleased and innocent.
On her eyes my eyes did stay:
O'er her smooth limbs my hands did stray;
Each sense was ravished with delight,
And my soul stood prepared for flight.
Blame me not if at last I meant
More to be pleased than innocent.
Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame
That at the whisper of Love's name,
Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise
Your angry head and stand at gaze?
Poor bombard-captain, sworn to reach
The ravelin and effect a breach -
Indifferent what you storm or why,
be that in the breach you die!
Love may be blind, but Love at least
Knows what is man and what mere beast;
Or Beauty wayward, but requires
More delicacy from her squires.
Tell me, my witless, whose one boast
Could be your staunchess at the post,
When were you made a man or parts
To think fine and profess the arts?
Will many-gifted Beauty come
Bowing to your bald rule of thumb,
Or Love swear loyalty to your crown?
Be gone, have done! Down, wanton, down!
1000 Questions for Couples - questions that reveal character and core beliefs. Really get to know the person you are dating before making a lifetime commitment.
Funny Love Poem: 3
Anon
I gently touched her hand: she gave
A look that did my soul enslave;
I pressed her rebel lips in vain:
They rose up to be pressed again.
Thus happy, I no farther meant,
Than to be pleased and innocent.
On her soft breasts my hand I laid,
And a quick, light impression made:
They with a kindly warmth did glow,
And swelled and seemed to overflow.
Yet, trust me, I no farther meant,
Than to be pleased and innocent.
O'er her smooth limbs my hands did stray;
Each sense was ravished with delight,
And my soul stood prepared for flight.
Blame me not if at last I meant
More to be pleased than innocent.
Funny Love poem: Funny Love Poems
May I Feel Said He
may if feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she
but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome? said he
ummm said he
(you are Mine said she)
Love poem: Without A Soul
I feel like nothing I do Is right,
I just don’t understand,
I believe in love at first sight,
And go by everything that’s planned
Life is so hard without my dad,
I am only full of anger,
I didn’t know life could be so bad,
I am putting my life in danger
I fell for a guy I barely know,
And he did me like I’m used to,
Left me for this ugly hoe,
But I moved in like I’m supposed to
I cannot get him out of my head,
All his memories are here,
I think about us laying in my bed,
And begin to shed a tear,
I hate that I love him so much,
And now he is out my life,
His scent and memories close enough to touch,
All stabbing me like a knife
I’m learning things about life every day,
Including relationships, and bullcrap as well,
I couldn’t write it all down or know what to say,
Or conclude enough to tell,
My life is more difficult then it needs to be,
But I brush it off like dust,
I ask God sometimes “why are you doing this to me?”
Leaving me with no one to trust
I’m left on this earth without a soul,
My heart is full of hurt,
That hurt is just an empty hole,
Leaving me in the dirt
I need someone to hold me close
And tell me it will be okay,
Someone even to kiss my nose,
And know just what to say…
I just don’t understand,
I believe in love at first sight,
And go by everything that’s planned
Life is so hard without my dad,
I am only full of anger,
I didn’t know life could be so bad,
I am putting my life in danger
I fell for a guy I barely know,
And he did me like I’m used to,
Left me for this ugly hoe,
But I moved in like I’m supposed to
I cannot get him out of my head,
All his memories are here,
I think about us laying in my bed,
And begin to shed a tear,
I hate that I love him so much,
And now he is out my life,
His scent and memories close enough to touch,
All stabbing me like a knife
I’m learning things about life every day,
Including relationships, and bullcrap as well,
I couldn’t write it all down or know what to say,
Or conclude enough to tell,
My life is more difficult then it needs to be,
But I brush it off like dust,
I ask God sometimes “why are you doing this to me?”
Leaving me with no one to trust
I’m left on this earth without a soul,
My heart is full of hurt,
That hurt is just an empty hole,
Leaving me in the dirt
I need someone to hold me close
And tell me it will be okay,
Someone even to kiss my nose,
And know just what to say…
love Poem:Season Of Love
As blood splattered the wall
All she could do was fall
As life fell from her eyes
All I could see was the inside,
like bones cracked,
All I wanted to happen was to be slapped,
I felt like it was all my fault
I really wanted to be mauled
She had gone
All had gone
She was my friend
and always will be my friend…
All she could do was fall
As life fell from her eyes
All I could see was the inside,
like bones cracked,
All I wanted to happen was to be slapped,
I felt like it was all my fault
I really wanted to be mauled
She had gone
All had gone
She was my friend
and always will be my friend…
Love Poem: Life Is So Lonely
Why is my life so lonely
Seems like everybody i love or
get too close
leaves me…
Who cares about the quiet girl back there
Who hears her when she pleads for help
There is no one to just listen
Just tell her she matters
Does anyone care that thoughts of leaving this earth
confuse her mind daily?
Cutting her, hurting her,
After that who knows
How does she hide it so well when everyone claims to know her
better then she knows herself
if that’s the case then how could u not see this coming
or did u ever even care???
A sad love poem by Anonymous (Visitor)
Seems like everybody i love or
get too close
leaves me…
Who cares about the quiet girl back there
Who hears her when she pleads for help
There is no one to just listen
Just tell her she matters
Does anyone care that thoughts of leaving this earth
confuse her mind daily?
Cutting her, hurting her,
After that who knows
How does she hide it so well when everyone claims to know her
better then she knows herself
if that’s the case then how could u not see this coming
or did u ever even care???
A sad love poem by Anonymous (Visitor)
Love Poem: You Picked Me
You picked me up from the ground
showed me your love
helped me understand my life
You showed me the different world
You loved me with all your heart
You love me when I am mad
You love me was I am sad
You love me when I cry
You love me when I lost my mind
and have no idea who I am
I know you love me,
you love me with all your heart
and for that I want to thank you
from the bottom of my heart.
showed me your love
helped me understand my life
You showed me the different world
You loved me with all your heart
You love me when I am mad
You love me was I am sad
You love me when I cry
You love me when I lost my mind
and have no idea who I am
I know you love me,
you love me with all your heart
and for that I want to thank you
from the bottom of my heart.
Love Poem: Who Can I Be – Sad Poem
Late at night as i lay in bed,
As many thoughts rush through my head,
I think about the weak and strong,
I question all the right from wrong,
I wonder who could i really be,
I think of what’s gotten into me,
I hang out with the entirely wrong crowd,
All these thoughts i am thinking out loud,
What is this life i am in?
My head is now beginning to spin,
I pace my room without a sound,
Walking in circles round and round,
All these questions i have to ask,
I can never finish a single task,
My heart is beating really fast,
Asking myself will this really last
Nothing i do feels like it’s right,
Even though i am very bright,
Why does it feel this way?,
The exact same thing every day
So here i am thinking in my head,
All the negative things i’ve said,
This is not the real me,
It definitely cannot be
Sitting here thinking for a while,
I find myself beginning to smile,
All these emotions i have to express,
Letting go of all this stress,
Sitting here in the rain,
Feeling all of this pain,
Like a flower i begin to wilt,
Holding onto all this guilt,
While falling asleep i begin to cry,
Thinking about how hard i try,
As I am beginning to find my way,
I think who am i today
Thinking about all the nights i cried,
Holding all these feelings inside,
Now getting all them off my chest,
Doing good, only hoping for the best,
My life is like a story told,
My heart is something that i hold,
It’s not something on my sleeve,
As many things as i achieve
I think about all the positive things,
Hurt feels like a big bee sting,
Life isn’t something I can find in a tree,
It’s only what’s inside of me
Late at night as i lay in bed,
All these thoughts rushing through my head,
I no longer think about the weak and strong,
Nor do i question the right from wrong.
As many thoughts rush through my head,
I think about the weak and strong,
I question all the right from wrong,
I wonder who could i really be,
I think of what’s gotten into me,
I hang out with the entirely wrong crowd,
All these thoughts i am thinking out loud,
What is this life i am in?
My head is now beginning to spin,
I pace my room without a sound,
Walking in circles round and round,
All these questions i have to ask,
I can never finish a single task,
My heart is beating really fast,
Asking myself will this really last
Nothing i do feels like it’s right,
Even though i am very bright,
Why does it feel this way?,
The exact same thing every day
So here i am thinking in my head,
All the negative things i’ve said,
This is not the real me,
It definitely cannot be
Sitting here thinking for a while,
I find myself beginning to smile,
All these emotions i have to express,
Letting go of all this stress,
Sitting here in the rain,
Feeling all of this pain,
Like a flower i begin to wilt,
Holding onto all this guilt,
While falling asleep i begin to cry,
Thinking about how hard i try,
As I am beginning to find my way,
I think who am i today
Thinking about all the nights i cried,
Holding all these feelings inside,
Now getting all them off my chest,
Doing good, only hoping for the best,
My life is like a story told,
My heart is something that i hold,
It’s not something on my sleeve,
As many things as i achieve
I think about all the positive things,
Hurt feels like a big bee sting,
Life isn’t something I can find in a tree,
It’s only what’s inside of me
Late at night as i lay in bed,
All these thoughts rushing through my head,
I no longer think about the weak and strong,
Nor do i question the right from wrong.
Short Love Story: Story in parts.
STORY1
Girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.
They loved each other a lot.....
Girl:"slow down a little.. I'm scared.."
Boy: "No, it's so fun.."
Girl: "please..it's so scary.."
Boy: "Then say that you love me.."
Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"
Boy: "Give me a big hug.."
The girl gave him a big hug.
Girl: "Now can you slow down?"
Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable
and it's bothering me while i ride."
The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had
crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two
people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived...The guy
knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know,
because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told
the last time that she loved him,got a hug from her, put his helmet on her
so that she can live, and die himself...
Once in a while, Right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love
gives us a fairy tale...
Message "Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing
those you hold well"
************ ********* ****** Story 2 ************ ********* ******
Nurse: "It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am ,
when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures
(stitches) removed from
his thumb.
He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an
appointment at 9:00 am . I
(nurse) took his vital signs and had him take a seat,
knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and decided,
since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam
it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed
supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in
conversation.
Asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning
somewhere else, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he
needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she
had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.
As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound,
I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no
longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him. "And you are still
going every morning, even
though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he
patted my hand and said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she
is."
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps
on my arm, and
thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love
is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
Good friends are like stars...You don't always see
them, but you always know they're there
************ ********* ****** STORY 3*********** ********* ****
From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her
dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family
background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she
were to be with him.
Due to family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though
the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your
love for me?" As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused
the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl
often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in
silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to
further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the
girl:
"I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you.
If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As
for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry
me?" The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally
gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they
got engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy
was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through
emails & phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving
up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked
down by a car that lost control. when she woke up, she saw her parents
beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her
mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all
that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. she had lost her
voice....
The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose
her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing
coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides
silence cry,..it's still just silence cry that accompanied her.
Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the
ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang.
She does not wish to let the guy know & not wanting to be a burden to
him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any
longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent
millions & millions of reply, countless of phonecalls,. . all the
girl could do, besides crying, is still crying.... The parents decided
to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be
happy.
With a new environment, the girl learns sign language & started a
new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One
day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not
to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore
news of him.
A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing a
invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When
she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was
about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing
in front of her.
He used sign language to tell her "I've spent a year to learn sign
language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise.
Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he
slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.
Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know
how to Give. Treat every moment as is it's the last day, then you'll
know how to treasure.
Treasure what you have right now, or else you will
regret one day...
Girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.
They loved each other a lot.....
Girl:"slow down a little.. I'm scared.."
Boy: "No, it's so fun.."
Girl: "please..it's so scary.."
Boy: "Then say that you love me.."
Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"
Boy: "Give me a big hug.."
The girl gave him a big hug.
Girl: "Now can you slow down?"
Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable
and it's bothering me while i ride."
The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had
crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two
people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived...The guy
knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know,
because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told
the last time that she loved him,got a hug from her, put his helmet on her
so that she can live, and die himself...
Once in a while, Right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love
gives us a fairy tale...
Message "Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing
those you hold well"
************ ********* ****** Story 2 ************ ********* ******
Nurse: "It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am ,
when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures
(stitches) removed from
his thumb.
He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an
appointment at 9:00 am . I
(nurse) took his vital signs and had him take a seat,
knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and decided,
since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam
it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed
supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in
conversation.
Asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning
somewhere else, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he
needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she
had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.
As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound,
I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no
longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him. "And you are still
going every morning, even
though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he
patted my hand and said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she
is."
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps
on my arm, and
thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love
is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
Good friends are like stars...You don't always see
them, but you always know they're there
************ ********* ****** STORY 3*********** ********* ****
From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her
dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family
background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she
were to be with him.
Due to family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though
the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your
love for me?" As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused
the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl
often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in
silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to
further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the
girl:
"I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you.
If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As
for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry
me?" The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally
gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they
got engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy
was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through
emails & phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving
up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked
down by a car that lost control. when she woke up, she saw her parents
beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her
mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all
that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. she had lost her
voice....
The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose
her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing
coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides
silence cry,..it's still just silence cry that accompanied her.
Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the
ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang.
She does not wish to let the guy know & not wanting to be a burden to
him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any
longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent
millions & millions of reply, countless of phonecalls,. . all the
girl could do, besides crying, is still crying.... The parents decided
to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be
happy.
With a new environment, the girl learns sign language & started a
new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One
day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not
to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore
news of him.
A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing a
invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When
she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was
about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing
in front of her.
He used sign language to tell her "I've spent a year to learn sign
language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise.
Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he
slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.
Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know
how to Give. Treat every moment as is it's the last day, then you'll
know how to treasure.
Treasure what you have right now, or else you will
regret one day...
A Very Short Love Story
“I don’t feel your arm anymore,” my coworker shouted. “Please! Don’t move. You’re killing me.”
It was so cold that every one of his breaths made a frozen cloud in the air, but still his forehead looked so damp, and his eyes, so big. What if he really was tired? What if he could no longer hold on to me? Something moist dropped on my hair but it wasn’t a snowflake.
I hate men who sweat, I thought. “Don’t scream,” I whispered back. Didn’t he know that his loud voice could've caused an avalanche? But, people don’t have any control over the way they panic; the same way they can’t stop their sweats.
I couldn’t remember whose idea it was to hike in this remote place, in March. Walking with a man I didn’t really know. Didn't Dad always tell me to give people a chance? Any stranger could be the man of your life, he always said.
I hate you Dad, I thought, and hated my whole life, solely depending on this particular stranger.
Just a few hours ago, we were talking so calmly about the African rituals of death and my only worry was about his bizarre accent, until the ground under our feet opened up and a black hole, looking like an endless glacier crevice, swallowed both of us. Then, I couldn’t think about anything other than that void, while I was rolling and turning, trying to grab to anything I could find. Thank God, at least I found his fingers, right before he got stuck, and me too.
Was I bleeding? I didn’t care. Tucked in ice and fresh slushy snow, my lone thought was about dying without ever knowing true love.
“Don’t move,” he shouted again. “It hurts my arm.”
“If I don’t move, I will freeze,” I answered with agony. But, the heat of my body was melting the ice around me. It was my heartbeats, my warm skin, my last signs of life that was going to kill me.
I was disconcerted; even worse, I didn’t have anyone else to blame. It wasn’t really my father’s fault. I had left his house a long time ago. I couldn’t even blame this poor guy, whose name I had forgotten. I've never been good with names, not even good with faces. I used to forget everyone, and everyone used to forget me.
The man was sobbing like a widow, but crying like a boy. “It’s falling,” he said.
Was he talking about his shoes or maybe his mobile? Whatever it was, it was too rigid. It hit my nose and tongue and chin and disappeared somewhere beyond my reach.
“No,” he screamed with despair. Then, his pants were falling down.
His skin was too white, and his belly, too plump, but it didn’t matter anymore. I could feel the ice under my feet thawing. I could hear the cracks. The cold hint of a fall brushed my boots like a gentle breeze.
I haven’t been very lucky in life, I thought. But my coworker’s fate was even worse than mine. His arm was stuck between two rocks and my weight was pulling him down. His shoulder was going to be torn from its socket. His legs hanging in the air, like a man condemned to death. And his best part, the other arm, his only free arm, was entangled in mine. I was only stuck in the melting ice, and the nature – wide and grandiose like the mouth of God – beneath me.
The view, impeccable.
“You need to focus miss,” he said.
Did he call me miss?
He was blushing. Rambling. His face, all red. “Sorry miss, but when I’m nervous I forget people’s names,” he said embarrassingly.
I looked at him, and stopped pretending to be offended by his forgetfulness. “Don’t worry. I’ve forgotten yours too also.”
Something trembled around my waist. The ice shivered and I slipped deeper. The snow moved up to my chest. My still arm looked like a dead tree, freezing, and my coworker’s fingers were stuck to my last living ends. I didn’t know who was holding who. I didn’t know how this position would even exist.
Not even if I were a painter, I could have drawn such a precarious predicament.
“My name is Alfred,” he whispered. “Alfred McGregore, the Third.”
A good day for humanity. There wouldn’t be a fourth idiot like you, I thought. “I am Allison Lucky, the First,” I said and smiled. My lips, frozen.
“I don’t feel my arm,” he said with much anxiety.
I dangled my legs like being in a dance. Imitating him. He pressed my hand like caressing it. “It’s OK if you want to move. I don’t want you to freeze,” he said, and smiled at me, before murmuring words. It sounded like a melody, from my childhood, that my Dad and Mom used to dance to it.
“It’s my favorite song,” he said with a soft voice to comfort me.
I was speechless.
He stared at me and I stared back at him, singing.
The hell with avalanches. “It’s my Winter song, my all time favorite,” I screamed with joy, while he panted with regret, or maybe just pain.
Before my efforts could close my lips, the thunder broke and the earth swung. The sun sat under my feet and the moon shone over my head. My mouth was still wide open, while the rushing snow flew inside, and the breeze shook my voice.
It was winter, going down my throat like a little love song.
It was so cold that every one of his breaths made a frozen cloud in the air, but still his forehead looked so damp, and his eyes, so big. What if he really was tired? What if he could no longer hold on to me? Something moist dropped on my hair but it wasn’t a snowflake.
I hate men who sweat, I thought. “Don’t scream,” I whispered back. Didn’t he know that his loud voice could've caused an avalanche? But, people don’t have any control over the way they panic; the same way they can’t stop their sweats.
I couldn’t remember whose idea it was to hike in this remote place, in March. Walking with a man I didn’t really know. Didn't Dad always tell me to give people a chance? Any stranger could be the man of your life, he always said.
I hate you Dad, I thought, and hated my whole life, solely depending on this particular stranger.
Just a few hours ago, we were talking so calmly about the African rituals of death and my only worry was about his bizarre accent, until the ground under our feet opened up and a black hole, looking like an endless glacier crevice, swallowed both of us. Then, I couldn’t think about anything other than that void, while I was rolling and turning, trying to grab to anything I could find. Thank God, at least I found his fingers, right before he got stuck, and me too.
Was I bleeding? I didn’t care. Tucked in ice and fresh slushy snow, my lone thought was about dying without ever knowing true love.
“Don’t move,” he shouted again. “It hurts my arm.”
“If I don’t move, I will freeze,” I answered with agony. But, the heat of my body was melting the ice around me. It was my heartbeats, my warm skin, my last signs of life that was going to kill me.
I was disconcerted; even worse, I didn’t have anyone else to blame. It wasn’t really my father’s fault. I had left his house a long time ago. I couldn’t even blame this poor guy, whose name I had forgotten. I've never been good with names, not even good with faces. I used to forget everyone, and everyone used to forget me.
The man was sobbing like a widow, but crying like a boy. “It’s falling,” he said.
Was he talking about his shoes or maybe his mobile? Whatever it was, it was too rigid. It hit my nose and tongue and chin and disappeared somewhere beyond my reach.
“No,” he screamed with despair. Then, his pants were falling down.
His skin was too white, and his belly, too plump, but it didn’t matter anymore. I could feel the ice under my feet thawing. I could hear the cracks. The cold hint of a fall brushed my boots like a gentle breeze.
I haven’t been very lucky in life, I thought. But my coworker’s fate was even worse than mine. His arm was stuck between two rocks and my weight was pulling him down. His shoulder was going to be torn from its socket. His legs hanging in the air, like a man condemned to death. And his best part, the other arm, his only free arm, was entangled in mine. I was only stuck in the melting ice, and the nature – wide and grandiose like the mouth of God – beneath me.
The view, impeccable.
“You need to focus miss,” he said.
Did he call me miss?
He was blushing. Rambling. His face, all red. “Sorry miss, but when I’m nervous I forget people’s names,” he said embarrassingly.
I looked at him, and stopped pretending to be offended by his forgetfulness. “Don’t worry. I’ve forgotten yours too also.”
Something trembled around my waist. The ice shivered and I slipped deeper. The snow moved up to my chest. My still arm looked like a dead tree, freezing, and my coworker’s fingers were stuck to my last living ends. I didn’t know who was holding who. I didn’t know how this position would even exist.
Not even if I were a painter, I could have drawn such a precarious predicament.
“My name is Alfred,” he whispered. “Alfred McGregore, the Third.”
A good day for humanity. There wouldn’t be a fourth idiot like you, I thought. “I am Allison Lucky, the First,” I said and smiled. My lips, frozen.
“I don’t feel my arm,” he said with much anxiety.
I dangled my legs like being in a dance. Imitating him. He pressed my hand like caressing it. “It’s OK if you want to move. I don’t want you to freeze,” he said, and smiled at me, before murmuring words. It sounded like a melody, from my childhood, that my Dad and Mom used to dance to it.
“It’s my favorite song,” he said with a soft voice to comfort me.
I was speechless.
He stared at me and I stared back at him, singing.
The hell with avalanches. “It’s my Winter song, my all time favorite,” I screamed with joy, while he panted with regret, or maybe just pain.
Before my efforts could close my lips, the thunder broke and the earth swung. The sun sat under my feet and the moon shone over my head. My mouth was still wide open, while the rushing snow flew inside, and the breeze shook my voice.
It was winter, going down my throat like a little love song.
Monday 12 December 2011
The following is a very touching love story as narrated by a girl........
I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him.
And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl.
Jin, do you want to go watch a movie? I asked.
Jin "I can't"
Why? You need to study at home?I felt disappointment grabbing me.
No I am going to meet a friend
He was always like that.
He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word "love" only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say "I love you" before.
To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all.
He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days,200 days. Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don't know why. Then one day...
Me: Um, Jin, I...
Jin What?don't drag, just say..
Me: I love you.
Jin you...um, just take this doll and go home.
That was how he ignored my three words and handed me the doll.
Then he disappeared, like he was running away.
The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many...
Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call.
But ...lunch passed, dinner passed...and soon the sky was dark he still didn't call.
It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore.
Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.
Me Jin...
Jin Here...take this...
Again, he handed me a little doll.
Me: What's this?
Jin I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I'm going home now, bye.
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?
Jin Today? Huh?
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. when I shouted..."Wait..."
Jin You have something to say?
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me...
Jin What?!
Me: Tell me
I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.
"I don't want to say that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else." That was what he said. Then he ran off.
My legs felt numb...and I collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily...How could he!.
I felt that... Maybe he is not the right guy for me...
After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn't call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house.
That's how those dolls piled up in my room... everyday
After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that... I saw him on a street...with another girl...
He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me...as he touched the doll... I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell... Why did he gave these to me??
Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls. In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around.
Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that it's going to end.
Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.
Jin Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?
I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual
Me: I don't need it.
Jin What?.why?
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.
Me I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!
I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.
"I'm sorry..." He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll...
Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!
But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll.
Then...
Honk Honk
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.
"Jin! Move! Move away!" I shouted....
But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.
"Jin, move!"
HONK!!
*Boom!* That sound, so terrifying.
That's how he went away from me.
That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me. After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him.
And after spending two months like a crazy person
I took out the dolls. Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out.I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days- when we were in love..
"One...two... three..."
That was how I started to count the dolls...
"Four hundred and eighty four... four hundred and eighty five..."
It all ended with 485 dolls.
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms.
I hugged it tightly, then suddenly...
"I love you, I love you"
I dropped the dolls, shocked.
"I...lo..ve..you??"
I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.
"I love you I love you"
It can"t be!
I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side.
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
Those words came out non-stop.
"I love you"
Why didn't I realize that???.
That his heart was always by my side, protecting me.
Why didn't I realize that he love me this much...
I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it.
The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much....
"Jo...Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is?
I couldn't say I love you..... Um... since I was too shy. If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you.. Everyday...till I die.. Jo... I love you!"
The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked
god, why do I only know about all this now?
He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute.
For that.. and for that reason... to me..... it became courage... to live a beautiful life...
And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl.
Jin, do you want to go watch a movie? I asked.
Jin "I can't"
Why? You need to study at home?I felt disappointment grabbing me.
No I am going to meet a friend
He was always like that.
He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word "love" only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say "I love you" before.
To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all.
He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days,200 days. Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don't know why. Then one day...
Me: Um, Jin, I...
Jin What?don't drag, just say..
Me: I love you.
Jin you...um, just take this doll and go home.
That was how he ignored my three words and handed me the doll.
Then he disappeared, like he was running away.
The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many...
Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call.
But ...lunch passed, dinner passed...and soon the sky was dark he still didn't call.
It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore.
Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.
Me Jin...
Jin Here...take this...
Again, he handed me a little doll.
Me: What's this?
Jin I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I'm going home now, bye.
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?
Jin Today? Huh?
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. when I shouted..."Wait..."
Jin You have something to say?
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me...
Jin What?!
Me: Tell me
I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.
"I don't want to say that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else." That was what he said. Then he ran off.
My legs felt numb...and I collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily...How could he!.
I felt that... Maybe he is not the right guy for me...
After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn't call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house.
That's how those dolls piled up in my room... everyday
After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that... I saw him on a street...with another girl...
He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me...as he touched the doll... I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell... Why did he gave these to me??
Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls. In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around.
Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that it's going to end.
Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.
Jin Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?
I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual
Me: I don't need it.
Jin What?.why?
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.
Me I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!
I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.
"I'm sorry..." He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll...
Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!
But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll.
Then...
Honk Honk
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.
"Jin! Move! Move away!" I shouted....
But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.
"Jin, move!"
HONK!!
*Boom!* That sound, so terrifying.
That's how he went away from me.
That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me. After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him.
And after spending two months like a crazy person
I took out the dolls. Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out.I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days- when we were in love..
"One...two... three..."
That was how I started to count the dolls...
"Four hundred and eighty four... four hundred and eighty five..."
It all ended with 485 dolls.
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms.
I hugged it tightly, then suddenly...
"I love you, I love you"
I dropped the dolls, shocked.
"I...lo..ve..you??"
I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.
"I love you I love you"
It can"t be!
I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side.
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
Those words came out non-stop.
"I love you"
Why didn't I realize that???.
That his heart was always by my side, protecting me.
Why didn't I realize that he love me this much...
I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it.
The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much....
"Jo...Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is?
I couldn't say I love you..... Um... since I was too shy. If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you.. Everyday...till I die.. Jo... I love you!"
The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked
god, why do I only know about all this now?
He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute.
For that.. and for that reason... to me..... it became courage... to live a beautiful life...
LOVE OF LIFE
It all started when I was 16 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together. I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school.
One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a Friend kinda thing that I was feeling. All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him. I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him.
After graduation he got a job in New York; I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I had inside my heart. Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished.
One day I got a letter with an invitation to a wedding. It was from him; I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. It was a big church wedding with the reception at a hotel. I met the bride and of course I talked to him too. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me. I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life.
As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life,
I got a note that said: "Meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore. Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce.
I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together. One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport, and that it took this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place.
Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. I asked questions: "Why did this happen to a kind guy like him?" I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a dairy that of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California.
As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written. The diary was started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart. So the moral of the story, If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe the next day will never come at all..
One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a Friend kinda thing that I was feeling. All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him. I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him.
After graduation he got a job in New York; I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I had inside my heart. Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished.
One day I got a letter with an invitation to a wedding. It was from him; I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. It was a big church wedding with the reception at a hotel. I met the bride and of course I talked to him too. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me. I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life.
As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life,
I got a note that said: "Meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore. Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce.
I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together. One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport, and that it took this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place.
Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. I asked questions: "Why did this happen to a kind guy like him?" I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a dairy that of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California.
As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written. The diary was started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart. So the moral of the story, If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe the next day will never come at all..
The PERFECT HEART
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming
that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd
gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was
not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most
beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and
boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd
gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was
not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most
beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and
boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why
your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating
strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been
removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and
there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were
deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared - how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they
thought?
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and
laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine,
mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never
trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have
given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and
often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place
in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges,
which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person
hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges
giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful,
they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too,
and I hope someday they may return and
fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating
strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been
removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and
there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were
deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared - how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they
thought?
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and
laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine,
mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never
trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have
given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and
often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place
in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges,
which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person
hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges
giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful,
they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too,
and I hope someday they may return and
fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He
walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful
heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with
trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his
heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it
in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly,
as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart,
not perfect anymore but more beautiful than
ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced
and walked away side by side.
How sad it must be to go through life with a whole heart.
walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful
heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with
trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his
heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it
in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly,
as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart,
not perfect anymore but more beautiful than
ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced
and walked away side by side.
How sad it must be to go through life with a whole heart.
Short Love Story: A True Story
This is a true story. This is about how it ended between me and my ex Freddie and how everything went really wrong. I really liked him and even thinking about how it ended and what made it end makes me want to cry. We are now really good friends and I (still) really like him but maybe there is nothing left in his heart for me but the fact that I'm only thirteen makes all of this seem really stupid but I don't care really. Everyone always says you're too young to love but I think that love can come at any age. My parents met when they were six, first date & kiss at twelve, married at twenty three and first child at twenty three. So I say f*** off to people that say I'd be too young to love.
I have written another story that is already on here and it's called the hardest goodbye and I wrote it after Freddie and I ended so I think I used some things from our relationship, so if you've read it and see familiarities then that's why. This is going to be a hard thing for me to write but I want to share what happened to me with all of you and it's probably nothing compared to some other people but Freddie has really had a lasting effect on me. I'll try to spare no details.
Well I had always thought of Freddie as "buff" but it was only after a massive flirting session under some desks on the last day of term that I decided that I really did like Freddie. I spent the Christmas holidays talking to my friend Luis that liked my best friend Lucy so I tried to get Lucy to go out with Luis and Luis tried to get Freddie to go out with me but Luis didn't have his number. When we got back I was dead set on getting Freddie but there was one thing in the way. The new girl Lauren. I really don't want to get rude about her because she is one of my best friends now but I'm going to say how I felt at that time. I was so annoyed it was unbelievable. I had liked him for so long and she comes waltzing in and expects him well she's going to have some battle ahead of her. I flirted like nothing ever before just to show Lauren that I wasn't the type to give up easily. She backed down finally and I took my chance and I told him I liked him. I did actually text him because I was kind of scared. After school I turned on my phone and I had a text from him and it said "sorry I just want to be friends" I was a little hurt but I just though I'm going to keep going. So between the period of the time of that text and Valentines Day I had a crush on Luis and a guy called Myles. It was never really anything serious when it came to them, I was just looking for other options and after realising that I really liked Freddie I stuck with him.
It was coming up to Valentines Day and Freddie and I started getting really close. We made a date to go to the cinema when he got back from skiing. I was thrilled.
Then it came to Valentines Day. I'd decided to give Freddie a card and I made it the day before in the toilets with one of my best friends Misty and it was just a little card and all it said inside was "take a chance love Maddie" I remember thinking "wow I'm going to give it to him and it will all be fine." Well Freddie got the card and within about three seconds my entire year knew about it. I remember walking up to music and thinking "oh crap what have I done" all the boys were saying take a chance and I couldn't look Freddie in the eye. I was so embarrassed! Well I had lunch and at third break (we finish school at five pm) misty and I were inside and we walked past the classrooms and Freddie was getting changed and we saw him in his boxers. Oh my gosh! It was a sight to cherish.
So misty and I came up with a plan. We went over and told me that we saw him in his boxers and I flirted with him a lot. I walked back over to all my other friends with a huge smile on my face and then Misty ran over and screamed at me "you're going out with Freddie!" I was stunned. In French he sat on the desk behind me and was being so sweet. I was in a daze that whole week. On Friday Freddie sent me a text saying "well I'm going away tomorrow and I won't be back till Sunday urm I'll miss you and I don't know how to do those cross thingy's but I'll just say it. Kiss kiss." I just smiled and thought of how cute that made him seem. Not much happened the week he was away apart from when I went to Misty's house for a sleepover with Lindzey and I left him so many voicemails because we had just watched a film called crazy/beautiful and it made us all think of our boyfriends so we called them and texted them.
The next few weeks are a bit hazy but I remember the first time we hugged. We never kissed. I kind of regret that but we held hands and hugged. In a way I preferred that because I if we had gone out for longer we might've kissed but I liked the fact that we managed to survive one month (it seems a short time when you say it, but it felt like such a long time) and it took me about two and a half weeks to get him to say love you. Well things were going fine really, nothing really happened when we were actually going out. I got the call on Thursday March 15th 2007. Freddie never called me, so when I saw that it was him calling I knew something wasn't right.
"Well after I say this I'm probably going to be embarrassed so I'm just going to hang up. You're." I hung up before he could say dumped. I said to my best friend Lindzey "he did it" it was all I could say before I burst into tears. Sitting on the steps by the bus stop I cried and cried then everyone came around and comforted me. It was at that moment I was so glad that they were my friends; they tried to make me laugh and not cry. Well I found out the reason he dumped me was because people had been saying that I was two-timing him and going out with other guys. The main person was a girl called Georgie that I'd already had trouble with because she was flirting with him A LOT. She had told him that she saw me with Luis in Wimbledon "flirting". I got so annoyed with her. My first thought was" how dare she! She had absolutely no right to go and say that." I couldn't be bothered to shout at her really so I just talked to her and had a bit of a go at her. On the Saturday we had a huge drama rehearsal of our play so everybody had to go. That day I'd texted Freddie but I can't remember what it said. He sent me a text back saying something about me being really slutty and something else. I was really offended by the text and texted back saying "stop texting me please, I don't want to waste my credit on you anymore." I know that was harsh but that was what he made me feel like saying. Throughout the four hour rehearsal Freddie seemed quite depressed so when I got out of school I left him a message saying that I was really sorry and I wanted things to go back to normal. He texted back saying "yer I agree, we both said some stupid stuff. Let's just forget about it all. Friends? X x."
Lindzey says that I never should have forgiven him but I just wanted him so badly that I thought it was in my best interest to forget it all. But the topic kept coming up. There would be little things that would spark up the conversation again so we'd get into a fight again. There was one time where he said that he wanted to hit me. I can't remember why but I remember that said "look Freddie, I do still like you and stuff" that's all I can remember saying and then as I said that Lindzey burst in saying"oooh Freddie's getting thrills!" after that it all cooled down. We talked like we were best friends again and we flirted just as much. I guess now everything is cool between us and we text each other a lot and sometimes it can get awkward but it's never too bad. Well I'm not fully over him yet but I think I'm close and this has really helped and I'll probably look back on it and just think how dumb I was probably. If anything else happens between me and him I shall tell away, but bye for now.
I have written another story that is already on here and it's called the hardest goodbye and I wrote it after Freddie and I ended so I think I used some things from our relationship, so if you've read it and see familiarities then that's why. This is going to be a hard thing for me to write but I want to share what happened to me with all of you and it's probably nothing compared to some other people but Freddie has really had a lasting effect on me. I'll try to spare no details.
Well I had always thought of Freddie as "buff" but it was only after a massive flirting session under some desks on the last day of term that I decided that I really did like Freddie. I spent the Christmas holidays talking to my friend Luis that liked my best friend Lucy so I tried to get Lucy to go out with Luis and Luis tried to get Freddie to go out with me but Luis didn't have his number. When we got back I was dead set on getting Freddie but there was one thing in the way. The new girl Lauren. I really don't want to get rude about her because she is one of my best friends now but I'm going to say how I felt at that time. I was so annoyed it was unbelievable. I had liked him for so long and she comes waltzing in and expects him well she's going to have some battle ahead of her. I flirted like nothing ever before just to show Lauren that I wasn't the type to give up easily. She backed down finally and I took my chance and I told him I liked him. I did actually text him because I was kind of scared. After school I turned on my phone and I had a text from him and it said "sorry I just want to be friends" I was a little hurt but I just though I'm going to keep going. So between the period of the time of that text and Valentines Day I had a crush on Luis and a guy called Myles. It was never really anything serious when it came to them, I was just looking for other options and after realising that I really liked Freddie I stuck with him.
It was coming up to Valentines Day and Freddie and I started getting really close. We made a date to go to the cinema when he got back from skiing. I was thrilled.
Then it came to Valentines Day. I'd decided to give Freddie a card and I made it the day before in the toilets with one of my best friends Misty and it was just a little card and all it said inside was "take a chance love Maddie" I remember thinking "wow I'm going to give it to him and it will all be fine." Well Freddie got the card and within about three seconds my entire year knew about it. I remember walking up to music and thinking "oh crap what have I done" all the boys were saying take a chance and I couldn't look Freddie in the eye. I was so embarrassed! Well I had lunch and at third break (we finish school at five pm) misty and I were inside and we walked past the classrooms and Freddie was getting changed and we saw him in his boxers. Oh my gosh! It was a sight to cherish.
So misty and I came up with a plan. We went over and told me that we saw him in his boxers and I flirted with him a lot. I walked back over to all my other friends with a huge smile on my face and then Misty ran over and screamed at me "you're going out with Freddie!" I was stunned. In French he sat on the desk behind me and was being so sweet. I was in a daze that whole week. On Friday Freddie sent me a text saying "well I'm going away tomorrow and I won't be back till Sunday urm I'll miss you and I don't know how to do those cross thingy's but I'll just say it. Kiss kiss." I just smiled and thought of how cute that made him seem. Not much happened the week he was away apart from when I went to Misty's house for a sleepover with Lindzey and I left him so many voicemails because we had just watched a film called crazy/beautiful and it made us all think of our boyfriends so we called them and texted them.
The next few weeks are a bit hazy but I remember the first time we hugged. We never kissed. I kind of regret that but we held hands and hugged. In a way I preferred that because I if we had gone out for longer we might've kissed but I liked the fact that we managed to survive one month (it seems a short time when you say it, but it felt like such a long time) and it took me about two and a half weeks to get him to say love you. Well things were going fine really, nothing really happened when we were actually going out. I got the call on Thursday March 15th 2007. Freddie never called me, so when I saw that it was him calling I knew something wasn't right.
"Well after I say this I'm probably going to be embarrassed so I'm just going to hang up. You're." I hung up before he could say dumped. I said to my best friend Lindzey "he did it" it was all I could say before I burst into tears. Sitting on the steps by the bus stop I cried and cried then everyone came around and comforted me. It was at that moment I was so glad that they were my friends; they tried to make me laugh and not cry. Well I found out the reason he dumped me was because people had been saying that I was two-timing him and going out with other guys. The main person was a girl called Georgie that I'd already had trouble with because she was flirting with him A LOT. She had told him that she saw me with Luis in Wimbledon "flirting". I got so annoyed with her. My first thought was" how dare she! She had absolutely no right to go and say that." I couldn't be bothered to shout at her really so I just talked to her and had a bit of a go at her. On the Saturday we had a huge drama rehearsal of our play so everybody had to go. That day I'd texted Freddie but I can't remember what it said. He sent me a text back saying something about me being really slutty and something else. I was really offended by the text and texted back saying "stop texting me please, I don't want to waste my credit on you anymore." I know that was harsh but that was what he made me feel like saying. Throughout the four hour rehearsal Freddie seemed quite depressed so when I got out of school I left him a message saying that I was really sorry and I wanted things to go back to normal. He texted back saying "yer I agree, we both said some stupid stuff. Let's just forget about it all. Friends? X x."
Lindzey says that I never should have forgiven him but I just wanted him so badly that I thought it was in my best interest to forget it all. But the topic kept coming up. There would be little things that would spark up the conversation again so we'd get into a fight again. There was one time where he said that he wanted to hit me. I can't remember why but I remember that said "look Freddie, I do still like you and stuff" that's all I can remember saying and then as I said that Lindzey burst in saying"oooh Freddie's getting thrills!" after that it all cooled down. We talked like we were best friends again and we flirted just as much. I guess now everything is cool between us and we text each other a lot and sometimes it can get awkward but it's never too bad. Well I'm not fully over him yet but I think I'm close and this has really helped and I'll probably look back on it and just think how dumb I was probably. If anything else happens between me and him I shall tell away, but bye for now.
Short Love Story: Funny and Mysterious.
This is a true story of a young college girl who passed away last month. Her name was Priya. She was hit by a lorry. She has a boy friend named Shankar. Both of them are true lovers. They always hang on the phone. You can never see her without her handphone. In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost.
She spends half of the day talking with shankar. Priya's family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please burn me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.
After her death, people cant carry her coffin, I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the coffin, the result is still the same. Eventually, they called their neighbour, a "bomoh" from Thailand (pak Darin), who is a friend of her father. He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly. After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here". then her friends told Darin about her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the coffin and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket. after that they tried to carry the coffin. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked. (can u feel the fear. I'm shaking at this moment)
Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away. After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom. Shankar :...."Atte, I'm coming home today. Cook something nice for me. Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home today, i wanna surprise her." Her mother replied....."You come home first, i wanna tell you something very important." after he came, they told him the truth about Priya.
Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense". then they show him the original death certificate to him. They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) ..
He said... "Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me. Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is from Priya, see this..." he showed the phone to priya's family. all of them told him to answer.he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation.
Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice of Priya & there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the coffin they were so shocked and asked for pak Darin's help again. pak Darin brought his master (tok Chen) to solve this matter. He & Darin worked for 5 hours. Then they discovered one thing...
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Wherever you go, our network follows!!!!
Please dont look around for me I too was a victim....n'joy.......
She spends half of the day talking with shankar. Priya's family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please burn me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.
After her death, people cant carry her coffin, I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the coffin, the result is still the same. Eventually, they called their neighbour, a "bomoh" from Thailand (pak Darin), who is a friend of her father. He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly. After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here". then her friends told Darin about her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the coffin and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket. after that they tried to carry the coffin. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked. (can u feel the fear. I'm shaking at this moment)
Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away. After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom. Shankar :...."Atte, I'm coming home today. Cook something nice for me. Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home today, i wanna surprise her." Her mother replied....."You come home first, i wanna tell you something very important." after he came, they told him the truth about Priya.
Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense". then they show him the original death certificate to him. They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) ..
He said... "Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me. Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is from Priya, see this..." he showed the phone to priya's family. all of them told him to answer.he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation.
Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice of Priya & there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the coffin they were so shocked and asked for pak Darin's help again. pak Darin brought his master (tok Chen) to solve this matter. He & Darin worked for 5 hours. Then they discovered one thing...
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Wherever you go, our network follows!!!!
Please dont look around for me I too was a victim....n'joy.......
A girl in love asked her boyfriend.
Girl (g): Tell me... whom do you love most in this world?
Boy (b): You, of course!
(g): In your heart, what am I to you?
(b): The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her
eyes and said,
"You are my rib. In the Holy Book, it was said that God
saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep;
God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve. Every man
has
been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the
woman of your life; you'll no longer feel the lingering
ache in your heart." ...
After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.
However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy
Schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems...their
life became mundane. All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of
life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other. The
couple
began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.
One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house. At the
opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!" The boy
hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was a
mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"
Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while. He
regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, you
can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things
and
was determined in breaking-up.
Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please
let me go. She continued, "It is less painful this way... let us go on
our separate ways and search for our own partners..."
Five years went by...
He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life
indirectly. She had left the country and back. She had married a
foreigner and divorced..... He felt anguished that she never waited for
him.
In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the
lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he
was missing her.
One day, they finally met at the airport, a place where there were many
reunions and good-byes. He was going away on a business trip.
She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating
them. She smiled at him gently.
(b): How are you?
(g): I'm fine. How about you? Have you found your missing
rib?
(b): No.
(g): I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.
(b): I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you
are back...You know my number...nothing has changed.
With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye.
Good-bye...
One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York. In
the event that shocked the world. Midnight, once again, he lit his
cigarette and like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He
finally knew, she was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.
Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. Most often than
not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental.
We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones and even though we know
that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said
than done.
Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control.
Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives. Tomorrow may
never come; give and accept what you have today.
"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that
she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must
be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the
place where love resides."
Boy (b): You, of course!
(g): In your heart, what am I to you?
(b): The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her
eyes and said,
"You are my rib. In the Holy Book, it was said that God
saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep;
God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve. Every man
has
been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the
woman of your life; you'll no longer feel the lingering
ache in your heart." ...
After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.
However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy
Schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems...their
life became mundane. All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of
life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other. The
couple
began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.
One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house. At the
opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!" The boy
hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was a
mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"
Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while. He
regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, you
can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things
and
was determined in breaking-up.
Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please
let me go. She continued, "It is less painful this way... let us go on
our separate ways and search for our own partners..."
Five years went by...
He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life
indirectly. She had left the country and back. She had married a
foreigner and divorced..... He felt anguished that she never waited for
him.
In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the
lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he
was missing her.
One day, they finally met at the airport, a place where there were many
reunions and good-byes. He was going away on a business trip.
She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating
them. She smiled at him gently.
(b): How are you?
(g): I'm fine. How about you? Have you found your missing
rib?
(b): No.
(g): I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.
(b): I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you
are back...You know my number...nothing has changed.
With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye.
Good-bye...
One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York. In
the event that shocked the world. Midnight, once again, he lit his
cigarette and like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He
finally knew, she was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.
Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. Most often than
not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental.
We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones and even though we know
that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said
than done.
Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control.
Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives. Tomorrow may
never come; give and accept what you have today.
"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that
she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must
be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the
place where love resides."
Short Love Story: Love beyond Passions..
Class 10...
As I sat there in English class,I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't think of me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, ....I dont know why.
Class 11...
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, .... I dont know why.
Second year...
The day before a college dance festival she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, "he's not gonna go" well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th class, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as 'best friends'. So we did. That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. She said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, ...I dont know why.
A day passed, then a week, then a month ... and more time.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angle upon stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, ...I dont know why.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married... the one I have loved all my life is getting married now !!! I watched her say 'I do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came'. She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, ...I dont know why.
Years passed...
I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: "I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him, I wish he would tell me he loved me. But he's just too shy, ...I dont know why."
'I wish I did too...' I thought to my self, and I cried. Everyone... this is one of those timeless tales which might have happened at anytime... might even be happening rite now in your life .. maybe !!! So do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them 'cuz they just won't be there forever.
As I sat there in English class,I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't think of me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, ....I dont know why.
Class 11...
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, .... I dont know why.
Second year...
The day before a college dance festival she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, "he's not gonna go" well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th class, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as 'best friends'. So we did. That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. She said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, ...I dont know why.
A day passed, then a week, then a month ... and more time.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angle upon stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, ...I dont know why.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married... the one I have loved all my life is getting married now !!! I watched her say 'I do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came'. She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, ...I dont know why.
Years passed...
I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: "I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him, I wish he would tell me he loved me. But he's just too shy, ...I dont know why."
'I wish I did too...' I thought to my self, and I cried. Everyone... this is one of those timeless tales which might have happened at anytime... might even be happening rite now in your life .. maybe !!! So do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them 'cuz they just won't be there forever.
What is love? When we claim that it's love that we have for someone, are we correct? Something to ponder upon.....
Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest?
It isn't love, it's like.
You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?
It isn't love, it's lust.
Are you proud, and eager to show them off?
It isn't love, it's luck.
Do you want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's loneliness.
Are you there because it's what everyone wants?
It isn't love, it's loyalty.
Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
It isn't love, it's low confidence.
Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them?
It isn't love, it's pity.
Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love, it's infatuation.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn't love, it's friendship.
Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?
It isn't love, it's a lie.
Are you willing to give all of your favourite things for their sake?
It isn't love, it's charity.
Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?
Then it's love.
Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?
Then it's love.
Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
Then it's love.
Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?
Then it's love.
Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?
Then it's love.
Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then it's love.
Would you allow them to leave you, not because they want to but because they have to?
Then its love.
Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
Then it's love.
Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why do we love? Why is it all we search for in life? This pain, this agony? Why is it all we long for? This torture, this powerful death of self? Why?
The answer is so simple cause it's...LOVE. It is such an addiction that even people who are not having it wish to experience and share it with someone!
It isn't love, it's like.
You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?
It isn't love, it's lust.
Are you proud, and eager to show them off?
It isn't love, it's luck.
Do you want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's loneliness.
Are you there because it's what everyone wants?
It isn't love, it's loyalty.
Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
It isn't love, it's low confidence.
Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them?
It isn't love, it's pity.
Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love, it's infatuation.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn't love, it's friendship.
Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?
It isn't love, it's a lie.
Are you willing to give all of your favourite things for their sake?
It isn't love, it's charity.
Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?
Then it's love.
Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?
Then it's love.
Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
Then it's love.
Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?
Then it's love.
Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?
Then it's love.
Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then it's love.
Would you allow them to leave you, not because they want to but because they have to?
Then its love.
Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
Then it's love.
Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why do we love? Why is it all we search for in life? This pain, this agony? Why is it all we long for? This torture, this powerful death of self? Why?
The answer is so simple cause it's...LOVE. It is such an addiction that even people who are not having it wish to experience and share it with someone!
Short Love Story: Love and Passion
A Sad Love Story telling us not to be afraid of expressing our Feelings. ...if you read this b4..no prob just read it again..
I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Vin. I always thought of him as a friend
until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that
trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of
lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by
his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…
"Vin, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.
"I can't"
"Why? You need to study at home?" I felt disappointment grabbing me.
"No… I am going to meet a friend…"
He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word 'love' only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say 'I love you' before. To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all. He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don't know why…
Then one day…
Me: Um, Vin, I …
Vin: What…don't drag, just say..
Me: I love you.
Vin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.
That was how he ignored my 'three words' and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…
Then one day came, my 18th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still didn't call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.
Me: Vin…
Vin: Here…take this…
Again, he handed me a little doll.
Me: What's this?
Vin: I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I'm going home now, bye.
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?
Vin: Today? Huh?
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. Then I shouted… "Wait…"
Vin: You have something to say?
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…
Vin: What?!
Me: Tell me
I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.
"I don't want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else."
That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…
After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn't call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That's how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday
After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it's going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll
Vin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?
I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual…
Me: I don't need it. Vin: What….why…
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.
Me: I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!
I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.
"I'm sorry" He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…
Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!
But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…
*****
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.
"Vin! Move! Move away!" I shouted… But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.
"Vin, move!" ~!! "Boom!" That sound, so terrifying.
That's how he went away from me. That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.
After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.
Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love…
"One…two… three…" That was how… I started to count the dolls…
"Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty five…" It all ended with 485 dolls.
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly…
"I love you~, I love you~" I dropped the dolls, shocked.
"I….lo..ve…you??" I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.
"I love you~ I love you~" It can't be! I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side.
"I love you~"
"I love you~"
"I love you~"
Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why didn't I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn't I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much…
"Jo…Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…"
The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute…
For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life…
I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Vin. I always thought of him as a friend
until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that
trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of
lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by
his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…
"Vin, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.
"I can't"
"Why? You need to study at home?" I felt disappointment grabbing me.
"No… I am going to meet a friend…"
He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word 'love' only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say 'I love you' before. To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all. He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don't know why…
Then one day…
Me: Um, Vin, I …
Vin: What…don't drag, just say..
Me: I love you.
Vin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.
That was how he ignored my 'three words' and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…
Then one day came, my 18th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still didn't call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.
Me: Vin…
Vin: Here…take this…
Again, he handed me a little doll.
Me: What's this?
Vin: I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I'm going home now, bye.
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?
Vin: Today? Huh?
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. Then I shouted… "Wait…"
Vin: You have something to say?
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…
Vin: What?!
Me: Tell me
I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.
"I don't want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else."
That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…
After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn't call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That's how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday
After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it's going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll
Vin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?
I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual…
Me: I don't need it. Vin: What….why…
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.
Me: I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!
I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.
"I'm sorry" He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…
Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!
But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…
*****
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.
"Vin! Move! Move away!" I shouted… But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.
"Vin, move!" ~!! "Boom!" That sound, so terrifying.
That's how he went away from me. That's how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.
After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.
Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love…
"One…two… three…" That was how… I started to count the dolls…
"Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty five…" It all ended with 485 dolls.
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly…
"I love you~, I love you~" I dropped the dolls, shocked.
"I….lo..ve…you??" I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.
"I love you~ I love you~" It can't be! I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side.
"I love you~"
"I love you~"
"I love you~"
Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why didn't I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn't I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much…
"Jo…Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…"
The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute…
For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life…
This story tells us something about LOVE & LIFE.
My husband is S/W Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why? " he asked, shocked.
"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world !" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?
And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody said it right... It's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.
Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?"
He said: " I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but....please allow me to explain the reasons further.....
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand...and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die ... "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. .. And as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form ...
Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND THAT'S LIFE
Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why? " he asked, shocked.
"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world !" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?
And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody said it right... It's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.
Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?"
He said: " I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but....please allow me to explain the reasons further.....
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand...and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die ... "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. .. And as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form ...
Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND THAT'S LIFE
A date!
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.
She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a sur prise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. " Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, " I would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed t hat she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting".
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,
I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date ?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.
An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: " I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.
Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."
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Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent, to a child, to an adult, to anyone with a parent. Here's hoping today is better than yesterday and tomorrow.
She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a sur prise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. " Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, " I would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed t hat she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting".
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,
I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date ?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.
An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: " I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.
Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."
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Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent, to a child, to an adult, to anyone with a parent. Here's hoping today is better than yesterday and tomorrow.
"Love Story which will touch ur Heart"
There was once a guy who suffered from cancer.
A cancer that can't be treated.
He was 18 years old and he could die anytime.
All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother.
He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once.
So he asked his mother and she gave him permission.
He walked down his block and found a lot of stores.
He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked.
He stopped and went back to look into the store.
He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight.
He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her.
He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.
She looked up and asked "Can I help you ?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.
He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it. "Would you like me to wrap it for you ?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.
He nodded and she went to the back.
She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store.
He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him.
He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.
So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped.
He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out !!!RRRRRING!!!
The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" It was the girl. She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday. " The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day.
The mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes.
So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one. Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper.
The mother picked it up and started to read it. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute.
Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn. The mother opened another CD... Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn Love is when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You"
A cancer that can't be treated.
He was 18 years old and he could die anytime.
All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother.
He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once.
So he asked his mother and she gave him permission.
He walked down his block and found a lot of stores.
He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked.
He stopped and went back to look into the store.
He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight.
He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her.
He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.
She looked up and asked "Can I help you ?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.
He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it. "Would you like me to wrap it for you ?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.
He nodded and she went to the back.
She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store.
He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him.
He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.
So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped.
He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out !!!RRRRRING!!!
The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" It was the girl. She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday. " The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day.
The mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes.
So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one. Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper.
The mother picked it up and started to read it. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute.
Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn. The mother opened another CD... Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn Love is when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You"
Love poems that tug the heart string and ignite the soul
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” may say just what you’re thinking, but if the love of your life knows his or her Shakespeare, you may find yourself all alone and wondering “what light through yonder window breaks.”
That’s because the real line of love spoken by Juliet was actually, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
Thankfully, you don’t have to recall your high school English class to find the perfect love poems. Love poems can easily be found on the Internet these days, and if you go to the right site, you don’t even have to know the author or the poem. All you have to do is punch in the words you remember of your favorite love poems, and voila! – back comes the search result containing the love poems that will make the love of your life swoon and fall madly into your arms.
While you could labor over love poems yourself, trying to convey your deepest feelings, you can let some of the most romantic minds who have ever lived say it for you. Chances are good that if you’re in love, there are already love poems that capture it perfectly in beautiful, thoughtful prose.
Who wouldn’t love to receive a card with one of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s classic poems:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Who wouldn’t open their arms and their heart to such a lovely thought? Not only do famous love poems capture the essence of pure love, but they also show that you know your poets and poetry.
Of course, there are plenty of romantic poems from contemporary authors. If “thees” and “thous” aren’t really your speed, you can go with something more modern. As long as there has been love, there have been love poems.
Take for example, the eloquent words of contemporary writer (she’s on Facebook even) Celmarique Swartz:
You came into my life on a simple way
Told me you love me almost everyday
Showed me happiness and made me smile
I started to love you after awhile.
Told me you love me almost everyday
Showed me happiness and made me smile
I started to love you after awhile.
My wish is that our love may never die
I wished that from the day we gave us a try
When I woke up this morning you were on my mind
Love you completely although they say love is blind.
I wished that from the day we gave us a try
When I woke up this morning you were on my mind
Love you completely although they say love is blind.
Forever yours that's how I feel
I trust you completely for real.
I trust you completely for real.
Who says love and romance are dead? As you can see, love poems and the authors who felt so deeply that they took time to labor over each word and phrase, can say so much in so little space.
We are not only blessed that they have helped us express our deepest feelings through their love poems, but that sites exist where these words have been immortalized, so we can all express ourselves, even when we’re momentarily speechless, caught up in a moment of love and longing.
Quotes of Love, from the Heart …and the Web
Oh, if we could only all be William Shakespeare! While some of us are blessed with a silver tongue and a flowing pen, others need a little help now and then.
In the old days, finding quotes of love required a trip to the library and pouring through endless books of quotes and prose. It was hit and miss whether you’d ever be able to find what was truly in your heart.
But today, thanks to the Internet and specifically websites devoted to quotes of love, such as: 1-love-quotes.com, you can find the perfect quote for any occasion, whether it is a profession of your undying love, a sentimental toast for a wedding, or a thoughtful line or two for Valentine’s Day.
Of course, romance isn’t a seasonal pursuit. The arrows of love can strike at any time and you can’t always wait around for a holiday to express your feelings. Far better to go online and find the great quotes of love you need any time, day or night.
1-love-quotes.com is a perfect example of how you can find the right quote quickly and easily. Quotes of love are arranged by the type of feeling you’re having. As you know, all expressions of love are not created equally.
If you just want to do a little flirting or show your affection, you don’t want to mistakenly send off a quote that is all about commitment and marriage. If you do, you could accidentally find yourself walking down the aisle, wondering how it all happened.
For those who do want to deepen their commitment and perhaps enter into the holy bonds of matrimony, there’s no shortage of beautiful, thoughtful quotes of love, many from the masters of romance.
Searching for these gems, whether they are cute boyfriend love quotes, sweet love quotes or those of deep yearning and desire, is easy. With just a few quick clicks of a button you can select a genre, scroll through the quotes and choose the one that perfectly captures the very essence of your feelings.
If you’re a romantic but not a sappy romantic, you can find funny love quotes as well that will leave a smile on your loved one’s face while touching their heart. There are really quotes for nearly any stage of love imaginable, from teen love and the love of a husband or wife to the words that perfectly capture the feeling of heartbreak and final goodbyes.
So how do you go about selecting the perfect quotes of love?
Start by searching your heart for how you’re feeling. Is it pleasure or pain? Joy or heartache? Is it a crush or as yet unrequited love? Start looking through the thousands of quotes of love, taking into account your own personality and your way of saying things. If you don’t really appreciate the quotes of love from Robert Browning but love a good punch line instead, don’t go against your instincts. Let your heart guide you to the right quotes of love, not your mind.
If you have a favorite author, celebrity or philosopher, you can also search by their name. A lot of people have a favorite poet or author, such as Lord Byron, Elizabeth Barrett Browning or Ralph Waldo Emerson. Others, like their quotes to be from someone a little more current, going with Robin Williams instead of William Shakespeare.
The good news is there are quotes of love for every occasion and every one. Fortunately, plenty of romantics have walked this world before us—so many that you never really have to be worried about not having the right words.
Somewhere out there, the right quotes of love are waiting for you to discover them. And thanks to sites like 1-love-quotes.com, they are easier than ever to find and share with those you love.
In the old days, finding quotes of love required a trip to the library and pouring through endless books of quotes and prose. It was hit and miss whether you’d ever be able to find what was truly in your heart.
But today, thanks to the Internet and specifically websites devoted to quotes of love, such as: 1-love-quotes.com, you can find the perfect quote for any occasion, whether it is a profession of your undying love, a sentimental toast for a wedding, or a thoughtful line or two for Valentine’s Day.
Of course, romance isn’t a seasonal pursuit. The arrows of love can strike at any time and you can’t always wait around for a holiday to express your feelings. Far better to go online and find the great quotes of love you need any time, day or night.
1-love-quotes.com is a perfect example of how you can find the right quote quickly and easily. Quotes of love are arranged by the type of feeling you’re having. As you know, all expressions of love are not created equally.
If you just want to do a little flirting or show your affection, you don’t want to mistakenly send off a quote that is all about commitment and marriage. If you do, you could accidentally find yourself walking down the aisle, wondering how it all happened.
For those who do want to deepen their commitment and perhaps enter into the holy bonds of matrimony, there’s no shortage of beautiful, thoughtful quotes of love, many from the masters of romance.
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Caught by her smile
Well like most authors i am one who do not believe in love at first sight until i experienced it myself...
It all started like this, I was with a few friends at McDonalds, after my lecture from school, we were chatting and laughing at some stupid stories that one of my friends told...
Just then, a group of girls come and took their seats, there was this girl, quite outstanding for that striking red top she was wearing and she had this sweet smile...
Then, while they were at the counter, ordering their food, i noticed something, they all had a disability, they could not talk... But, this was not considered a disability to me, i walked up to them, and ask for her number, well, she was suprised?
But, she eventually gave me her address and her name is Elaine, she does not have a phone at home and there was no possibility to talk to her...
After a few days, i sent her a letter, asking her out on a date the following Saturday. Whether she agreed to the date or was it rejected, i could not tell for i do not know!
We were supposed to meet at the Lido cinema to catch a movie, i waited for around 5mins then, she appeared. She was wearing that same smile that caught me..
In the cinema, we saw he show "Ice Age." In order to communicate, i needed to get a pen and paper...
I asked her about how she felt about me.. she told me she was very happy, but at the same time, she was worried as she could not define whether my love was out of sympathy or was it from my heart.
From that moment, i have been asking myself the question, until a month later after my exams, i finally made up my mind, i was really in love with her, not for her disability that i sympathize, not for that she is pretty, but for the fact that i love her... i went to her home, which made her quite surprised, i pulled her out of her home and ran to the park in font of her block of flats, i looked at her and wrote to her how i felt, she looked at my with those big black eyes, those that could take your soul away if you were you stare at it for a long time.
She took the pen and wrote this sentence,"I love you too, but now that i am assured that you love me for wat i am and not out of sympathy, i feel that i will not regret the decision.."
Now, we have been together for two years and although we have not planned to get married, i have never once quarrel with her, not even on paper and i never will...
It all started like this, I was with a few friends at McDonalds, after my lecture from school, we were chatting and laughing at some stupid stories that one of my friends told...
Just then, a group of girls come and took their seats, there was this girl, quite outstanding for that striking red top she was wearing and she had this sweet smile...
Then, while they were at the counter, ordering their food, i noticed something, they all had a disability, they could not talk... But, this was not considered a disability to me, i walked up to them, and ask for her number, well, she was suprised?
But, she eventually gave me her address and her name is Elaine, she does not have a phone at home and there was no possibility to talk to her...
After a few days, i sent her a letter, asking her out on a date the following Saturday. Whether she agreed to the date or was it rejected, i could not tell for i do not know!
We were supposed to meet at the Lido cinema to catch a movie, i waited for around 5mins then, she appeared. She was wearing that same smile that caught me..
In the cinema, we saw he show "Ice Age." In order to communicate, i needed to get a pen and paper...
I asked her about how she felt about me.. she told me she was very happy, but at the same time, she was worried as she could not define whether my love was out of sympathy or was it from my heart.
From that moment, i have been asking myself the question, until a month later after my exams, i finally made up my mind, i was really in love with her, not for her disability that i sympathize, not for that she is pretty, but for the fact that i love her... i went to her home, which made her quite surprised, i pulled her out of her home and ran to the park in font of her block of flats, i looked at her and wrote to her how i felt, she looked at my with those big black eyes, those that could take your soul away if you were you stare at it for a long time.
She took the pen and wrote this sentence,"I love you too, but now that i am assured that you love me for wat i am and not out of sympathy, i feel that i will not regret the decision.."
Now, we have been together for two years and although we have not planned to get married, i have never once quarrel with her, not even on paper and i never will...
Short Love Story: You and They
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.
You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.
You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonderful happens, you can't wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.
They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.
Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.
There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition
but only a quiet calmness when they are around.
You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.
The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.
Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it's like being young again. Colors seem brighter and more brilliant.
Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn't exist at all.
A phone call or two during the day helps to get you
through a long day's work and always brings a smile to your face.
In their presence, there's no need for continuous conversation, but you find you're quite content in just having them nearby.
Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.
You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.
You open your heart knowing that there's a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible.
You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that's so real it scares you.
You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and
possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end.
Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.
You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.
You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonderful happens, you can't wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.
They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.
Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.
There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition
but only a quiet calmness when they are around.
You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.
The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.
Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it's like being young again. Colors seem brighter and more brilliant.
Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn't exist at all.
A phone call or two during the day helps to get you
through a long day's work and always brings a smile to your face.
In their presence, there's no need for continuous conversation, but you find you're quite content in just having them nearby.
Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.
You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.
You open your heart knowing that there's a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible.
You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that's so real it scares you.
You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and
possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end.
Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.
