Love
A boy walked into a CD store and saw a girl behind the counter.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 you are really cute. Do you wanna go out with me? Love, JacelynThe mother opened another CD...Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi... I think you are really cute. Do you wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn.
Hello im Chelsea Marie Schroeder and this is my love story. I was single and happy. Then I met this guy who I never really noticed before…when I started talking to him it was so weird because I felt so…comfortable. I felt like I could be me, and I never felt that way about a guy before. He made me laugh; smile, and he just made me happy. Then he asked me out, god I was on top of the world! We went out and we were so happy, but then, like an idiot, I broke up with him. I wasn’t ready to be taken I guess. Two years went by and I never stopped thinking about him. We were picked for each other’s team, fate! I started realizing how much he meant to me. Then one day I was checking my mail when I see I had a message from him. He was asking me out.
Of course I said yes I was in love! And we were together and we were both happier than we had ever been. For eight months we went out and didn’t have one problem we were so in love. I would do anything for him and he would’ve done anything for me. But then I got a different type of message from him…the four words I thought id never hear him say,” we need to talk”. I was terrified. And, as I suspected, he was breaking up with me. My plan was to beg him and pled him to give “us” another chance, but then I found out the cold truth…he was with another girl. I was so hurt. But I didn’t show it; instead I tried to cover it up by yelling and screaming!!! He had betrayed me!! I cried for countless night, so many tears. I felt so weak. I let a guy do this to me. But he wasn’t just a guy to me, he was the love of my life and id still do anything for him. For two long moths he was with that other girl, then I got a text from him…it said “wow your amazing I love you” I broke down and started to cry. He wanted me back!! I still loved him and at that moment I forgot badly he hurt me and how much he made me cry and I took him back. I was complete again my life was full. This time we went out I made sure that he would never want another girl. We were so happy again; we kissed, hugged, and even talked about our future together. I was sure that he was the one for me. Everything was perfect again. Then I said something I shouldn’t have ever said, “I feel different around you anymore”. Big mistake. But he didn’t understand what I meant by that. What I meant was that I trusted him one hundred percent with my heart. But I didn’t have time to explain because I hurt him and I know I did. He wouldn’t text me back, answer my calls, or email me, nothing. Then one night I was at a party and I tried to text him and he texted back! I was so excited but I knew he was still mad at me so I tried not to let it show. I explained what I had meant by what I said and he forgave me!! I was so happy I screamed and hugged everyone I saw! But I didn’t know then that that little fight would doom out relationship yet again. So without knowing this, everything was fine and I was happy again. But then he started acting strange…he didn’t want to go anywhere with me. And yes he answered my texts but they weren’t what they used to be. Id usually just get simple answers like for example if I said, “I love you” he’d simply say, “ditto”. That hurt me. But I didn’t say anything because I was so scared that he would leave me again. So I just left it alone. Then one day I got a text from him saying those four god-awful words, “we need to talk”. I literally fell to the floor. I texted him back saying, “Oh god please don’t do this again I love you and whatever I did im sorry ill change.” But he just said, “No we need to talk.” So I asked if I could call him and he said that was fine. I called him crying my eyes out and I simply said, “ what did I do?” he had the nerve to say, “You didn’t do anything I just don’t want a serious relationship right now I mean im 14! Im not ready for that we should take a break.” And I agreed with him as long as he wouldn’t date anyone else and I could have one last kiss. We both agreed. I was fine with everything until I realized that one of my friends was dating him! I was not mad at her it wasn’t her fault. It was his he swore to me he loved me and that he wouldn’t date anyone else because, after all, he wasn’t ready for a relationship at 14. I asked him about this and he denied it. Like a fool I believed him. But then I was checking my mail and I just wanted to see where I was on his top friends…I was at the very bottom…and the girl he cheated on me with was oddly close to the top as was my friend who I heard he was dating. That sent me over the edge…I texted him saying, “ Wow I plummeted to the bottom of your friends list!” he said, “K…sorry.” I was done. I sent him a message back saying, “Okay listen forget about us getting back together because you obviously don’t give a shit about me. So have a good life.” And do you know what he said back to me? “Ok I will.” That was it. Not im sorry baby I do love you. Not even an im sorry. Just ok I will. So I was telling myself that he was a dick and I could do better. And I convinced myself that that was true for a long time. I even went out with this new guy who I really liked. But then one day it just hit me…im not over him. I love him. And when that day came I crashed. I went into my room and stayed there for almost three full days just crying and crying and thinking about all the good times we had. And strangely enough I could not for the life of me remember any bad times. So I was hurt. This is what’s hard to admit…but I tried killing myself countless times. I thought if I cant live with him the what’s the point in living. And so we come to the present. I am sitting down typing this and balling my eyes out because I now realize how weak I am. That a guy who hurt me so bad and who is not even mine anymore can have so much control over my life. I see him with her and I find myself wishing I were her, because then I would be with him again. And the saddest thing of all, even though I promised myself I would never let him hurt me again, I’d say yes right now if he asked me out…and that’s my love story. And you know what? I never did get my last kiss…
In front of the person you love, your heart beats fasterBut in front of the person you like , you get happy.In front of the person you love, winter seems like springBut in front of the person you like, winter is just a beautiful winter.If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blushBut if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile.In front of the person you love, you can' t say everything on your mindBut in front of the person you like, you can.In front of the person you love, you tend to get shyBut in front of the person you like, you can show your ownself.Then person you love comes into your mind every 2 minutes.You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you loveBut you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.When the one you love is crying, you cry with themBut when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.The feeling of love starts from the eyeAnd the feeling of like starts from the ear.So if you stop liking a person you used to likeAll you need to do is cover your ears,But if you try to close your eyesLove turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever after.
A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.
The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.
When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.
What do you think were the four words?
The husband just said "I Love You Darling"
The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No
point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.
Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.
If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.
Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.
A good reminder: "Take time to appreciate what you have now." --Dont miss reading this one
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the
remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier.
When I saw all the people there, I started to complain tomyself,"It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go.
Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."
Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really pla ywith such expensive toys.
While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"
The old lady replied, "You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear."
Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to.
"It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.
"No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this.
"My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister."
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me."
I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached
for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, "What if we checked
again, just in case if you have enough money?"
"Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough."
I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it.
There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.
The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money."
Then he looked at me and added,
"I asked yesterday before I slept for God to
make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me."
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose."
"You know, my mummy loves white rose."
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I
finished my shopping in a totally
different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my
mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rosein her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.
I don’t know, I don’t care if you believe in love at first sight or not, but to me anything is possible when it come to love. After 16 years of happiness and hope, my life if fading away just because of this one girl. Girls seem to be something that is really important in life, without them, you wouldn’t be able to be here. No matter who you are, what you are, and how you feel, girls will always be there to let you tell them your story or stay by your side and care for you. But why would girls want to help you out? They help you out because they are not as cruel as the boys, but they are as lovely as an angel that knows how you feel and how to make you happy.
I was thinking of starting a new better life after my horrible year at my old high school, trying to bring my grade back up, stay out of trouble, and go on with life. I wasn’t thinking of going to this new school in this same city, I was going to go to a new city where I can start my own life. But fate had decided that I can’t go to this new city, but to stay in this old city of mine and go to this new school. Going to this new school is something that I would never imagine, something that is unimaginable, unbelievable, and fateful. After all these years, I thought that I would never see my old friends again, but it comes to this day, where I met my friends back from elementary. Five years of not seeing each other, this friend of mine just appeared to me out of nowhere, I have the same class as him. He didn’t seem to notice me, but I have this feeling that I know him. I gave it a shot and called out his name, he turned around and then he noticed me. This is where my depressing life started.
He showed me around this new school and introduced new friends to me, but it was at this time, when I met this girl. This girl that I’d fall in love with, even though I don’t know her that well, but my hearts and my feelings seemed strange. I’d been through all these love but I had never had a feeling like this. To me, this girl is like a perfect 10 girl to me, she’s seemed so perfect at every point. She’s beautiful, smart, cute, attractive, but one problem is that I don’t know how her attitude is like. But even though her attitude is awful, I will always love her. She’s the only one that will always be in my heart, no matter how many girls out there are much better than her, but she will be the only one I love.
It’s also because of her that my life is fading. I can’t think at all, my mind is like totally mindless. All I can think is her, not unless there’s something that I have to think about, otherwise it would be her that will always be on my mind. My life had been depressed because I don’t know what I did wrong that make her seem to be mad at me. All I ever does was asked her out to the movie and be my date for the homecoming. She resisted both, saying that she can’t go or she got to do something else. Somehow, one of my homeboy gave me her screen name for aim, he told me to chat with her and so I did. I don’t see anything wrong with it, but somehow she started to get mad at me for some reason and started spreading rumors that I’m a stalker. How the am I a stalker? I don’t follow her anywhere; it’s just that we saw each other on the way through life doesn’t mean that I stalk her. It’s also because of she calling me a stalker made me went into trouble at school. I was trying to get to know more people since I’m new to this school, so I chatted with this one girl. She’s a friend of her, and she because of the rumors being spread, she also called me a stalker and started to call her homeboy out to start trouble with me. Made me go through all these trouble for no reasons. It’s seemed bullshit to me cause I didn’t do anything and all these trouble start coming at me.
Even though I went through all these and how she ditched me, but I cant seem to forget her. I tried but I cant, it’s like I will always love her. As a matter of fact, I still love her. I cant let go of her, she’s my life, she’s the only one that can change my whole life. I just wanted her to know this and give me another chance. All these time all I cant think of anything except her and death. Everyday I tried to resisted from seeing her, but I cant, every time I did, I hurt myself. I’d been going through all these troubles and pains and she still doesn’t’ even talk to me or let me talk to her. Anyway, life is life and stick with it. Enjoy it while you can cause once u die u won’t be able to understand. I just wanted her to know that forever she will be in my heart. I will never forget her.
I have been best friends with this guy at my school now for about two years now. He is a senior and I'm only a sophomore so I'm really going to miss him when he goes off to Gallaudet this fall. He is deaf and i learned how to speak fluent sign language just so I could communicate with him and impress him. I never was good at telling someone how i truly felt about them, so i decided to express my feeling in a poem entitled "From The Heart" and here is my story:
There is only one thing I've never told you,
Because I didn't know how you would respond,
I decided to tell you before it was too late,
It's been on my mind way too long,
I know that now we are closer than ever,
And I hope we will be until the end,
But sometime and somehow along this fascinating journey,
I fell in love with my best friend,
I hope that this won't bring harm to our friendship,
Because I would hate to lose you forever,
I cant imagine my life without you now,
You've changed it so much for the better,
You're probably wondering why,
Why I would hook you up with another girl,
I would much rather see you happy,
Than to be miserable being in my world,
You always told me love is sacrifice,
And she was my sacrifice to you,
Yeah, i was jealous and upset sometimes,
But I set my feelings aside because of you,
I've cried and stayed up so many nights,
Wondering if you would ever give me a chance,
Dreaming, pondering, what it would be like,
Our first date, our first kiss, our first dance,
I wish sometimes when i saw you and her together,
That i could just turn back the hands of time,
I tried telling myself U'd rather have a guy who's normal,
But what's really normal? Love is still blind,
I dont't know if you've ever felt anything towards me,
Maybe you like me none, a little, or alot,
It doesn't matter but I wanna let you know,
That you've turned out to be my hip-hop,
Im not really sure about how you feelin this poem,
But I had to finally get this off my chest,
Please don't let this ruin our friendship,
And don't think of me any less,
So I hope that you really enjoy college,
You are going to have a brand new start,
I miss you so much already,
I love you, thats straight from the heart
This poem is dedicated to my best friend Sekoe White. I love you so much and i hope one day you will feel the same.
It has been five years that our history begins since our first e-mail. Jérôme lived in Andressy (west suburb of Paris) and I lived in my country Indonesia, Bandung to be exact.
It's a little bit of mystery how Jérôme was able to find my e-mail, that was my work email.
Jérôme forget it! The only possibility is, he saw my ads for a pen pal in an international pen pal site (it does not exist anymore today). It was the only pen pal site which I had registered myself at that time. Another possibility is that he saw me discussing in the newsgroup.
Since the first e-mail, something strange was built up! It was a weird sensation to read Jérôme's email, I have never felt this way when I read other's emails . Before went to the office, Jérôme printed my e-mails and read it in the subway. And me, I come to the office earlier to be able to read his e-mails and I went home late to reply his e-mails. It was delirious!
With Jerome, I could write (talk) about anything, from what I ate that day, to the political situation of my country :-). I sent him a small souvenir, and he did the same thing. His pictures were already hanged on the wall of my bedroom :-). He told me that he had scanned my picture and used it as the background of his Windows starting page : -). Up till this moment, both of us weren't dare enough to say "Je t'aime" (I love you).
The history unfolded more and more! Jérôme invited me to come to France in February 1996. I was not able to come because the new post of which I had dreamed since a long time occupied me. It had been a long time that I dreamed to be a graphic designer. A month after I succeeded having this post, but with an engagement of no marriage for the first two years after I sign the contract. This situations pushed us to seriously think of our relationship, and after the long discussions, tons of e-mails and phone calls, we made a decision to arrange a visa which allowed me to come in France for one year, and marry Jérôme during that year. We thought this was a good decision, because with this Visa we can anticipate all the bad surprise, and annul the marriage if we wanted to.
Three months on the new position, I had the obligation to sign the contract, but of course with the engagement to do not marry during the first two years. I was in the terrible position for me to choose between a certain career for my future, and the love for Jérôme.
Finally I chose not to sign that contract and continue the procedure of the visa for the marriage in France. That choice had overturned my family, as well as my friends. No one could understand my choice and our love. No one could understand how I was able to leave my work and be unemployed for a man that I never had seen before, especially with the unemployment rate very high in my country!
The procedure for the visa is very long and tiring. We had to prepare and fill a lot of papers, medical check up, and also some terrible interviewing to prove that our marriage would not be a white wedding. That was a little normal, because we never had seen ourselves physically. That gave a doubt to French authorities in Indonesia. The waiting time is the most difficult one to bear. Our love had become bigger and deeper during this difficult situation.
It was already August, and still no news of the visa. Jérôme decided to come in Indonesia to resolve the visa problem furthermore near... and especially to see his future spouse that he never seen before! He came on July 15 1996 for the first time. That gave a surprising reaction from the parents of Jérôme as well as of his friends. They have all said, "He is crazy! ". Cyril, his friend who took him to Charles De Gaulle airport could not believe his decision until Jérôme was really leaving his car with his luggage!
The day when we met at the airport of Jakarta, was the moment that was very emotional for us. We kissed and cried. Of course it is strange for you, because we were only two foreigners. My brother Tony who took me to the airport could not believe his eyes to see me crying and kissing a stranger and it's a white man too! No one would understand how happy we were .
We were so close to each other, we felt like we had already lived together in the other life. Jérôme asked me to marry him in the train, which took us to Bandung. He offered me a pretty small necklace, which I still wear it today. The Conductor couldn't pick a better timing when Jérôme put this necklace on me, and Jérôme asked him to wait! :).
We got married in Bandung (August 23rd) because my mother asked us. My mom was worried for my future and she was not really sure about all of this, even though she was very welcome, and friendly to Jérôme. We married just one a week after we met physically! It was a small all family wedding ceremony at my house which we did not declare to Indonesian government. It was a madness that made us really happy! Can you imagine the reaction of Jérôme's parents when he called them on the phone to announce this unforeseen marriage! Fortunately they are really likable and have very big heart for the happiness of their son. I am lucky to have parents in law like them!
We spent the rest of the vacation to try to resolve the Visa, and found a time for taking a walk in Bandung. The time passed so fast ...way too fast! My Visa was not ready yet when Jérôme had to return to France. Again, we were passing through the difficult moment at the airport to separate, after only three weeks of marriage. We were so sad, cause we were not so sure whether they will issue me a visa or not. Jerome decided if the Visa was not ready by the end of that year, he would move to Indonesia and try to find job here.
My visa was finally issued at the end of September. It permitted me to come in France to reunite with my "husband", but the suspense was not over. It was the first time that I left my country, and I did not know that there was a supplémentaire tax (not an airport tax) of 250.000 rupiah. I did not bring enough cash because I gave all my money to my family who brought me to the airport. Unfortunately they already had left the airport when I realized that I needed this money! I was not able to go that day, and I had to take the next airplane 3 days after. That was stupid, and I was angry to myself for not knowing about that fiscal before! Maybe Indonesia is the only country who oblige its own people to pay the fiscal before quit the country, and it's worst, because the fiscal was increased 2 years ago 1.000.000 rupiah! It's a lot of money for Indonesian people. I tried to call Jérôme from the airport, but he was not home that evening. Later, I found out that he was at the supermarket to prepare a nice dinner and some surprises for me.
I was going 3 days later, and I finally arrived in France on the first of November 1996. That was again an unforgettable moment! I saw his sweet smile that awaited me in front of gate 23 of the CDG airport. Everything was fine once I met him.
We got married in the village where Jérôme's parents live on May 23rd 1997. Now we live in Nancy, Meurthe and Moselle, and we have 2 pretty babies. Sarah was born in Nancy, February 4th 1998 and Marc her brother one year after, February 10th, 1999. Our happiness is complete and it's all because of the Internet!
After almost two and a half years of being together I still find it hard to believe were with one another especially after all we’ve been through. I honestly don’t think anyone else could endure all the things we have and still have one another in the end. Which to me shows how strong our love is and always will be.
We’ve come such a long way now and I don’t think anything can prevent us from being together forever. We’ve overcome everything that’s been thrown at us only to be closer than ever before.
Just by coming into my life you’ve changed it dramatically, what I once thought was happiness is nothing compared to what you make me feel. You make me feel better than anyone ever has when I’m sad and made each day worth living for. I always used to wonder why I was even here, when you came I had a real reason to live because you became my destiny.
You came into my life at first as a stranger but proved to be a god sent angel to make everything better. Even now what we have seems to good to be true, you seem too good to be true sometimes it seems as thought this wont last, that something’ll happen and you’ll leave forever. After almost losing each other so many times I’m really scared of anything going wrong. How much you mean to me and how much I Love You can’t be expressed in mere words. You’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be, given me faith, hope and the will to carry on, you motivate me and inspire me, look after me and give me someone to turn to.
You’ve not only changed my life but me as well, I’m the way I am because you love me. I’m different than I used to be, you’ve given me so much that no matter how much I thank you it could never even be close to enough. You’re an amazing person, better than anyone I know I’d be lucky and happy to even be half the person you are. There’s no one else I could think so highly of as I do of you. I Love You just the way you are and don’t want you to ever change.
I don’t want you to ever feel I don’t appreciate you or for you not know just how much I Love You. You’re not just someone I love and want to spend the rest of my life with, you’re everything to me, my closest friend, my family, my happiness, my heart and soul, my life, the only one I need and want, the one I look up to and admire, the one I’d want to be with after I take my last breath, someone I can always rely on, the one I trust the most but most of all you’re my Husband. The one I’ve already decided to be with whatever happens and in any conditions “for better or worseâ€.
I Love You for who you are, the way you are and for who you make me. I’ll love you more and more each day even if you throw away my heart and want nothing to do with me. I’m closer to you than anyone and I don’t know what I’d do without you anymore. Through all our ups and downs our love has always come through, and no matter what happens I’m always going to love you and be by your side.
I know I’m the luckiest person alive and spending the rest of my life with you would make me the happiest as well. We’ve still got a long way to go but I just want you to know I’ll Always Love You And Only You. You make me feel so happy and so blessed to have you by my side. At times I still think you deserve someone much better because you’re so incredible yourself and I’m just glad that you’re mine, I’m always going to be yours and only yours. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you but I’m just so thankful that were with one another.
I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you by my side, I’ll always care about you and put you first no matter what. I wont let a single tear fall out of your eyes and I’ll do anything to make you happy and feel loved. However bad you ever feel I’ll always be with you to take that pain away. I’ll always do everything I can for you and love you now, forever, after we die and in every lifetime.
I want to spend everyday of our lives that we’ll spend together trying to give you even just half the happiness you’ve given me. I’ll always be with you whenever you need me despite what happens. I want you to know how grateful I am to have you with me and how unbelievably happy you’ve made me even if at times you can’t see it. Thank you for everything you’ve done and given me I’m sorry if I don’t always show you how much I appreciate you but I do and I just wish I could make you feel as magnificent as you make me feel.
Thank you for all you’ve ever done I Love You Jay And I Always Will.
We arrived in Feng Yuan where Sara had booked a hotel room and then we walked around the town. Feng Yuan was a busy, crowded little city, and the stores stayed open until very late at night.
People were milling around sidewalks, and many outdoor vendors were grilling food I could not identify.
Sara and I held hands as we walked. I had a wild case of butterflies, and I could not eat anything I was not used to right now. So she took me to a McDonald's where we ordered food to go. We brought it back to the hotel. We never finished eating it.
The next day was a long drive down to South Taiwan. Sara did the driving. I wanted to help but I was too nervous with all the scooters flocking about. In the cities, scooters were commuter vehicles, and they did not follow the motor vehicle laws that American bikes did.
They drove anywhere there was space to drive, in any direction available, to and fro on both shoulders, on the sidewalks, between the cars waiting at stop-lights, everywhere. Mothers drove both their six year old kids to school on a single scooter, no helmets, weaving around in the traffic. I was white-knuckled, afraid we would hit one at any turn. You could wipe out an entire family by forgetting to check one blind spot.
"The Swan"
Sara had booked a room at a luxerious hotel called The Swan that featured a Venice-like lagoon with rowboats and swans.
We arrived late at night and spent the next day touring the beaches and nature trails of South Taiwan.
Our days featured rolling white clouds and a sea-breeze blowing them across a sky whose blue competed with the sparkling ocean. It could not have been a more memorable, romantic vacation. Our love blossomed like a flower in the sun, and all the other tourists could see how happy we were together. And they were envious.
As we drove, she would stroke her fingers through my hair and sing to me with a voice that would have made the angels cry.
"Happy"
We went to an old lava bed on the water and walked around on the rocks. The unusual formation of solidified lava was flat and lined with squiggles and poked with holes from its initial cooling, making it great for walking barefoot and splashing around in the cool ponds of ocean water it collected in its hollows.
I felt like a little boy prancing around, Sara strolling with dignity behind me. "Wow, look at this Sara, it must have been a volcano! Look at these holes, Sara! Neat! Hey this is cool, come over here, come on honey! Sara feel this rock, Sara walk this way, Sara come splash in the water with me! Wups, I slipped in the water, did I get you wet honey? Let me take a picture!"
Yes, I had lost it.
On and on it went. She smiled at me and giggled at me and watched me act like one of the children in her school.
Along the way I found a white rock with a sharp edge. It was perfect, like God lay it there for me to find. I snatched it and wrote some graffiti on the flat rock face for my Sara.
We were a very happy couple that day.
"Accident"
One of the things Sara's sister had said before loaning her car was, "If I see even a scratch you will never borrow it again."
Sara assured her sister it wouldn't have any scratches, she would return it in exactly the same condition. That's a promise.
Well...
While we were in the South end of the island, I did the driving because there weren't so many scooters down there. It was easy driving, we had no problems... Until we started back toward Feng Yuan. Along the way, scooters and small motorcycles started to appear along the shoulders in the cities, and driving because a little more confusing. We decided I should pull over and let her take over. I spotted a 7-Eleven on the left and figured we could pick up a few snacks for the road. There was a place to park the car on the right shoulder. I was in the right lane. So I slowed down and edged onto the shoulder.
Suddenly there was a WHAM!
Sara screamed in surprise. I looked over to my right blind spot just in time to see the startled face of an older Taiwanese man tilting out of view to the ground. He had been trying to pass me on the shoulder, on his motor bike.
I quickly stopped the car and we jumped out to find the man lying on the ground with a decrepit little motorcycle on top of him. He got up on his own, and seemed okay, but he was not a happy person, and uttered what I guess was a string of curses at me and Sara in Chinese. I asked him if he was all right but he didn't know English. Sara listened to him and they exchanged a few words, I know not what. His tools were scattered all over the pavement and the mirror on his bike was broken.
I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I didn't have a driver's license in Taiwan, not even an International Driver's License. I started to worry the police would come and haul me off to some prison camp to have me caned or something.
I apologized in English, for all the good that did. Sara walked over to a nearby teller machine and withdrew the Taiwanese equivalent of USD $30 cash and gave it to the man. He seemed satisfied with that and drove off in a huff.
That was the easy part. The hard part was inspecting the passenger door of Sara's sister's car, now baring a nasty foot long gouge and missing a section of the side-view mirror casing.
After picking up our snacks, Sara took the driver's seat and we rode in silence for a spell, our fairy-tale shattered by a quick reminder of the real world. I was very embarrassed and apologized. She said it's okay, it's her problem. I said it was mine too. She explained her sister's warning. I said I would pay for the repairs in cash, but Sara didn't think it would matter. Her sister would never let her use the car again.
I said, "Well what if she didn't think it was your fault? What if you tell her some motorcycle hit the car when we weren't even moving, and gave us money to pay for it. Then you give her my money and everything is fine, no harm done, no feelings hurt. Could have happened to anybody."
Sara agreed. Later I found out the plan worked, at a cost to me that was about 1/3 of what it would have been in the US.
"Rest Stop"
Many times I didn't feel that Taiwan was all that different from America. It was very industrious, with a lot of merchants and advertising. Sara and I, I noticed, were the only "mixed" couple there. In some towns I was the only "White" person to be found. Needless to say, we got many curious looks. Asian-American couples are common in New York City and other places in America, but not in Taiwan.
The only place I ever was separated from Sara in Taiwan was at the rest stop. Everywhere else we were together hand-in-hand.
On one of our car trips, we pulled over at a rest stop where we could use the restrooms. We walked up to the building to a large open "T" entry, where you could enter left into a restroom and right into a restroom. This is a very typical restroom construction, like what you would see in an airport.
Sara went left and disappeared around the hall corner, so I turned right. Inside there didn't seem to be anyone around, but I came to a stop with some puzzlement. Nothing but stalls, no urinals...
If I had been thinking clearly (which on short notice I never do), a big red caution flag should have crawled up the pole in my head, but it didn't. All the stalls were closed, in use I presume, except for a couple in the back, where the doors were not shut all the way. I kicked one of them open and stared.
The stall was not occupied by a person, nor was it occupied by a toilet. At least not a toilet I expected to see. Down on a dirty floor was a hole surrounded by a modest porcelain ring. It was truly disgusting. What was this, an outhouse? I didn't want to use that thing, it would give me nightmares. I had half a mind to pee into the stall from here and make a run for it.
Instead I just turned and began to stalk back out when a troop of women walked into the room, about 5 or 6 of them. That was the slap in the face I needed - I'm in the wrong room!
I looked at them with shock, and they looked at me with curiosity, and I said, "Oops!" And I hurried out. They didn't scream or shout or anything you see in movies. In fact, they giggled at me, said a few things in Taiwanese (I imagined "Another silly American man"), and went about their business before I was even clear of the scene, as if this was normal.
When I got back outside, I found a T entrance for Men, quickly used a very normal looking urinal there, and then hid behind a tree until Sara returned. I rushed her back to the car to explain what happened and that I was very embarrassed. She smiled at me and gave me a kiss.
"Our First Wait"
When Sara dropped me off at the airport, we were sad. I could tell she had a difficult time trying to keep from crying when a stranger took our last picture together before I got on the plane. The picture didn't turn out well, it was dark, gloomy. But we kissed, hugged, said goodbye, and my honey watched me walk down the hall and board the plane. It was a long flight home, and I had a lot to think about. Did I just meet my future wife? It is the question that I would ask myself over and over for months, and my heart would keep saying, "yes, yes" but my brain would say, "how, how?" She is Taiwanese, I cannot move to Taiwan without giving up my career. What will I do? "One step at a time," I told myself. "Take it one step at a time, things will work themselves out."
When I got home, we picked up our relationship via live chat again, and not only was it as strong as ever, it got stronger. All we could talk about was seeing each other again. That day would come in February, 1999...
I left part one with meeting Maria's family after flying out to meet her and spending my first two glorious weeks with her...well...all that had to come to an end as I had to come back home...
We didn't marry on my first visit for several personal reasons but I vowed to return to take her for my wife. During my stay with her I experienced the happiest moments of my life and I proposed to her in our room and gave her a diamond ring to remember me by.
Waiting at the airport for my flight to be called and spending the last moments with my beautiful fiancée before I was to fly back to the UK...was utterly unbearable...I almost stayed with her...turned my back on the rest of my life and remained with Maria but something pulled me onto that plane.
I went and she stayed. On the flight home I felt depressed and lonely... it was the lowest point of my life...I knew I would return some day soon but until then I had to face 10 months of waiting and saving and waiting and loneliness and yearning and waiting... back in Scotland I continued to stay online with Maria while she waited for the interview with the British embassy...
Being away from her was hell. I would pine for her every night and talk to her almost everyday on the phone or the net. I felt so sad and I knew she felt the same. I could hear it in her voice and she spoke of her sorrow in her letters. I felt responsible for her pain... this was the hardest time. It was the time where I started to question myself. I knew that at anytime I could back out and she would understand. Her family would understand. I questioned a lot of things in my time away from Maria. I had met her...fell in love with her and now torn from her arms. I had time to think and to plan what I was to do next...should I give up?...turn my back?...was it really worth all the sleepless nights and long grey days? It's not right to have to be separated like this but we had to prove ourselves to the embassy that we were committed to each other, so what should I have done?
I had never met anyone like Maria. She was my whole life...my guiding light. I couldn't give up on her or our love for each other. I needed to stay strong and eventually when she had her interview at the embassy the consul still kept us waiting. No visa for my love. I felt devastated and so did Maria. What now? They hadn't refused us but they wanted more proof. I didn't know what to do so I wrote to them and re-sent all the documentation they needed and still they questioned us. This was turning into my worst nightmare. I thought we were never going to be together. I thought...if the visa gets rejected then I will move to Manila to be with her. I could do that...I could stay with Maria till I find work and work on my visa. I tried to convince myself that everything would work out fine but inside I was scared of the thought of moving to Manila...the language and the heat... I was not used to this. I was a Scotsman...wind and rain and snow was what I was used to. This was going to be difficult, and all the time we talked and planned and talked and planned...
Our dream would be for Maria to get the visa, for me to go to the Philippines and take her home with me to Scotland and for us to get married in a traditional Scottish wedding ceremony with the white silken gown and me in a kilt and plaid...and that's what we planned to do...it was a dream to us and that was what made us hold onto each other and gave us faith...
Well the visa situation seemed to be static...I phoned the embassy and got the same answer from them - that they needed more information from me to convince them that I was able to support my wife. I was lost. I contacted my local member of Parliament and he helped me tremendously...it was a long slow process and finally I decided to go to the Philippines and just marry Maria regardless of any visa. I felt reckless and thought what the hell...I would marry her and see what happens...if the embassy didn't give the visa after that then I would stay in Manila and find work. I was past caring... I just wanted Maria. I planned my trip to the Philippines and decided that I should go over the Christmas and new year period and spend 5 weeks there. Then I realised that the airline companies were all booked up for the Millenium and the ones that had free spaces wanted 3 times the usual amount but I had no choice...I bought the ticket on a special charter and packed up and flew out.... Maria had no idea what was going to happen. She just knew that I was coming home to her and that we were going to get married... the rest was in the hands of the gods...
Before I left I wrote a letter to the entry clearance officer telling him of my intentions with maria and that our relationship was serious...I didn't know what effect it would have but I figured it couldn't do any harm....he was only doing his job..at least if he said no..then I would know my fate either way.....
I flew out in late December just in time for Christmas. It was a long and anxious flight. I left a sub-zero Scotland and headed for a tropical Philippines and I developed a heavy cold on the plane as we landed in the Middle East and waited for a few hours...the heat really affected me...back on the plane I was swamped with balikbayans coming home for Christmas. Everyone on that flight was Filipino except me and they were noisy and excited...singing and playing guitars and I was happy too...going home to be with my Maria for the rest of my life...
Landing for the second time in Ninoy Aquino this year...it was light...late morning and the flight was late...the place was packed with Filipinos waiting for their loved ones and I pushed through the throng....waiting for a glimpse of my lady....people were everywhere...and suddenly...as I looked round...I saw her there...she stunned me once more...just as she did when we first met 11 months ago. The heat of the airport and the long 24 hour flight and the vision that waited me left me feeling speechless and dazed. Maria had done this to me once before and now...as I felt prepared...she had done it again... she opened her arms and hugged me tightly...sinking her soft kisses onto my lips. She looked beautiful...I held her tightly for a while and stared at her.....we walked off hand in hand we strode through the customs section and out in to the baggage area...we felt enamoured of each other...unable to tear our glance away to even look out for my luggage as people stared at us in the airport...our open and tender affection seemed misplaced amongst the confusion and excitement and noise of the returning Filipinos from the Middle East.
Maria smiled and both us us grabbed my stuff and hurried to the exit and her awaiting father...we drove once again through the streets of Manila...and once again the heat was tremendous but I knew what to expect this time. We rushed to collect some provisions and then off to Maria's home. I was greeted by her family warmly...like a prodigal son returned... there was lots of food and hugs from everyone and I was given a beer and told to rest up after my journey. Her family are very loving and generous and selfless... her brother and sisters accepted me almost at once and her mother and father were pleased that I chose to stay with them rather than a hotel nearby. My lady and I retired to our room for some rest....
A few days after...just before Christmas, Maria received a phone call as we visited a family member...it was a fax from the embassy that had been sent to her work. It was a simple fax that plainly said that we were to report to the British embassy as soon as possible in order to pick up Maria's visa for the UK. It took a while for the message to sink in...we were both stunned...we looked at each other and then the realisation that we would be together forever suddenly struck home... The next morning we hurried to the embassy early and waited to be called...and sure enough...4 hours later Maria had her visa in her hand...we were so happy and now we could plan our wedding in the Philippines with the knowledge that we would travel back to Scotland 2 weeks afterwards together.
We planned the wedding in a local church quite a simple affair with Maria in her white designer wedding down and a group of family and friends and of course ninongs/ninangs...(we don't have that in Scotland). We booked ourselves into the Heritage hotel and the next day we got married. None of my family were there to witness it and they were sad about that but I promised to get married again in Scotland once we came home and have our own traditional greeting.
Maria looked enchanting in her gown...so sweet and delicate and lovely...and I saw her smile at me as she approached the altar to stand at my left side with her veil down. It was a wedding in the Philippine tradition with coins and chains and candles unlike a Scottish wedding so it was all new to me. The wedding itself was beautiful and soon after the ceremony we went to the reception and received our various gifts...
During my time in the Philippines with Maria...we went many places...and travelled a lot...but my special place was with her...no matter where that may be...as long as she was there it was special to me. Eventually Maria had to prepare to come home with me...she was still employed and had to tie things up there as well as saying goodbye to all her friends and family with promises of frequent visits...and emails and letters.
It was incredibly hard for her and I did all I could do to help but sooner or later that pain of leaving would overwhelm her and I was there to comfort her...as we said our goodbyes at her house...it was the last time Maria saw her father alive...a tragedy was to occur a few months later that devastated Maria even more... it added to her pain and she cried and cried.
Saying goodbye to her brother at the airport she was unaware of what was to unfold over the coming months... we met our friend inside the terminal building and were treated to first class hospitality and flight tickets for the journey home...we stepped on the plane and we were off...to our new life and into the unknown...safe in the knowledge that we will have each other for all time to love and to cherish..
The plane flew over the south of England on its approach to London's Heathrow...the biggest airport in Europe...it was about 6 am in February..it was dark and as the plane bumped down on the tarmac we both felt a rush of excitement. I was bringing Maria home and we hurried off the plane and immediately were held up at immigration. The officer there questioned us for about 10 minutes and sent us off to get a medical certificate. The entry clearance officer then looked at the visa, studying it closely and then looked at me, looked at Maria...and said 'welcome to the UK madam', smiled and waved us through.
We wandered through miles of the airport to the exit gate and suddenly after 5 weeks in the Philippines we were reintroduced to the British winter...a biting chill below zero greeted us which was to drop even further as we were headed for Glasgow.. the third largest city in the UK and 600 miles North of where we were right now. We decided to take the bus as I wanted to show Maria the British country side but this proved a mistake. Eight hours of bleak winter countryside and eventually we arrived in Glasgow and were picked up by my parents and taken home....
This time it was Maria's turn to be driven through a foreign land at night...thousands of miles from home with only me to protect her and reassure her that everything will be just fine. My family greeted her and instantly took a deep affection for her and she was warmly accepted by everyone...
Maria settled in well here...she is a fine English speaker which was good because absolutely no one in Scotland speaks Tagalog...and has to rely on her English 100% in every situation that she faces here. Filipinos are a rare breed amongst the Scots...unlike America, there are no Filipino stores here or communities in the area so it was a hard adjustment to make for her...even the unforgiving winter receded into a pleasant 25C summer and she saw sights that she had never before seen...just as I did on my trip to the Philippines.
Maria gets great pleasure from feeding the graceful swans that swim near our newly bought house. She has a new job here and has fitted in very well...everyone loves her and asks where she is from. When on the phone, most people comment on her soft accent since Scots people are not used to hearing the delicate tones of a Filipina and even after the tragedy of her father, she is finding moments of happiness here in her husbands arms...she finds time to develop her new interest in cooking Chinese and Filipino foods and cross stitching intricate designs as we spend the evenings together in our home...we have long evening strolls and weekends away together and enjoy shopping for all the new appliances and furnishings and decor for our new home...
So we face the rest of our lives... here in our home by the sea...together in harmony and awaiting our return to the Philippines and embarking on part 3 of our lives...a new baby...who knows. For anyone interested, our website is here.
We met in a most unexpected way.
He the player, with women all around.
Me, well lots of friends but no one special around.
I could not take him seriously...i tried not to!
But his persistence won out, and I saw him in a different light.
I saw the warmth of his eyes, and how his love showed through.
I saw the laughter within his soul, and how large was his heart!
I heard him...his emotions...his thoughts. I paid attention.
He won my heart in a most unexpected way. His tenderness...the little boy in him...his openess.
He said "I love you" on September 19, 2007. He has not stopped since.
He has shown me time and time again, how much he cares.
We come from different cultures, ways but similar beliefs. We are both open-minded and realize that life holds many choices. We have chosen each other, and with that thew changes that will affecxt us both.
I cannot ask for a better man...spouse...future life!
He understands me, as I understand him.
I love him as I have never loved anyone before. Even with our differences, we know we are together.
We complete on another.
Notes From The Author:
none is needed...this is for the both of us.
Well, when I was a 13 years girl who just stepped the teen age fall in love with one guy named Alex, who was 2 years older than me. I don't know when and where I fall for him. He was also studying in same school where I used to study. Actually he was the popular guy of our school and of our city.
Everybody loves him and teachers used to admire him. In Actual he was sort of celebrity because he used to act in the Tele movie. Which was great hit and he was playing the leading role in that. He was good at acting, well at studies, well in sports and he was well mannered. Well he is good in playing Basketball and the captain of the team of our school. Actually our school had won many games of basketball and it’s because of him and his team player. He was all rounder and he was the coolest guy of our school and state as well.
At first I used to talk about him a lot and one day I just met him in the school bus. Actually he usually didn’t go by bus but he was coincidentally in the bus. So there I met him there for the first time. At that time he was already in the school bus and me and my pal Michelle we were entering the school bus there was other notorious and bully boys. Among them one of the boy just kept the leg in front of my way and I didn’t see it and I was about to fall suddenly Alex caught me in his warm arms and I was clanged in his arms for a moment. At that time I introduce me and my friend and thanked him. I was very at that moment and felt like an angel.
After then we just stare each other in the school. But we never ever talked and shared our feelings with each other because I used to feel uneasy and used to scare to talk with him. He always used to stare me in every break time and when we coincidently met each other but he didn't used to utter a word. I loved him from inside but couldn't show him and share him. finally when he passed his grade-10 and had a last day on school which was farewell day, I farewell him without uttering a word because I wasn't sure that he love me or not and I was scared to propose him if his answer will be 'no' .so, Neither I told him something nor he told me something for his high school and we never met thereafter and only his memory was left behind.
After that we began to see each other coincidently sometime like I used to see him coincidentally once in long interval of time because he was still inside the city. He was still in the state and hasn’t moved to the city and I was so shocked by that and was curious to know the reason why he didn’t move to city?
But one day when I passed my school then I got some time and I was going for the violin class and was in the way to return back home. I saw him with his Pal in his splendid car. I was aw. At that time he was not only a Tele movie star but also a film star.
After that time, I saw him everyday when I was returning back home. As I told it that he used to stare me. Throughout this time he was staring me and one day I was with my Pal and busy talking ,returning from violin class I was on the way to my home there he came in his car and came out of the car, yanked me, told "I love u" and kissed me. At that time my whole body was freezing. I was so confused what to say or what to do. I was motionless at that time and then he wrote something on my hand. While he finished writing he told me again "if you love me too then you'll call me tonight". He told this much and he went away. As he was going away from me some people and chic recognize him and was screaming and following him to take autograph of him. But I was there only staring him.
My Pal Michelle who was with me was also shocked for a moment and after a while she started to mock me. When I reached at home I was totally perplexed what to do. That was past and after that moment when he's last day of school was on, I stopped to think about him and here I had already one Boyfriend Steve. I think a lot and recalled my past moments and came to conclusion that he is my first love so I should give a chance to it.
Then I phoned him and talked with him. From that I came to know that he wanted me to be first to propose him and start this relation but I was unaware about it and when he saw me on the way he could not stop himself and he exposed it. So, after that I was feeling great but another problem stood there and that is about my boyfriend. I thought for a moment and came in conclusion that I should give up that relationship with my boyfriend. I phoned him and told all things that happened to me. He also loved me very much. At first he wasn’t ready to leave me but he understood a bit later that I love someone and I could be happy with someone. At that time I was little bit sad because I broke someone’s heart to mend my heart but I promised him that you’ll be my true friend for ever and I’ll be helping you and shall not forget whole my life.
Well then one day again Alex phoned me and said that I needed to meet you.
We choose the Best Restaurant of our state for the Dating and I was so excited that for the first time I am going date with coolest and was also famous actor Alex. The night when he phoned me I was happy and I choose a best cloth that suits me and bought it from the mall and be almost ready to go for the dating.
Next day I began to be ready for tonight dating. The time came to go for dating and I went to the place where we decided yesterday to go. As I reached restaurant and went inside I didn’t see a single person except him.
He booked the whole restaurant only for me, I thought. As he saw me he hastily came to me to welcome me. We really had a great time there. We had a delicious food and talk as well. I really enjoyed that night. It was the biggest and memorable day of my life.
From that day we were lovers and our relationship bond was very strong as well.
Here I am now stepping in 30 and we still love each other very much and we are planning to marry in next six months.
Notes From The Author:
thanks amul for giving inspiration to write this story.
Jessica, that was her name, decided to make herself strong again. She didn't have to feel something for him if he didn't feel it too. So she continued to date Michael without noticing how exclusive their relationship had become. Michael had never been in a serious relationship and the thought of commitment frightened him but he enjoyed her so much. He knew he had to promise her what she wanted to hear or he would lose her. So one night when they were out and she received a phone call from an admirer he knew he had to mark his territory. That night he told her he didn't want to share her with anyone else, he wanted an exclusive relationship and they made love.
She had fallen in love with him the first night they made love but she didn't even know it. She thought she was still in control of her feelings. You see, the problem was that she was older than him, add to the mix the huge difference in cultural background and they make an odd couple. Jessica came from a family that struggled to get where they were and they didn't make it that far up the ladder. She was the first member to attend college but had given it up when her school schedule became too hectic and she needed to work more hours because money was running low. She knew how to survive with minimum luxury and how to deal with the hand dealt. She stopped making plans in her life a long time ago, they never realized themselves anyways so why get your hopes up. Her definition of life was the word Ironic.
Michael on the other hand came from a family that didn't start out with much but was able to acquire a comfortable lifestyle. Growing up in that lifestyle he believed in planning things and not jumping ahead on the stages of life. Enjoy being a kid as much as you can, then enjoy being a young adult. Don't commit until you're stable economically and mentally. His outlook on life was positive and fueled by his surroundings, families that had achieved the "American Dream".
Time continued to pass and they started to spend more and more time together. Michael started sleeping over so much she took out a small drawer for his things. She started cooking meals for him to take home with him, and buying groceries specifically tailored for him. Her level of devotion had increased and her guard was definitely down. Michael was enjoying himself so much he wasn't even analyzing what was happening. They were going on 6 months and their relationship was full of excitement and passion.
His parents started noticing that he wasn't coming home very often. They spoke amongst themselves and decided to have a talk with their boy. They waited for him by the kitchen that night and called his name when they heard the door. He walked in without a clue as to what would happen next.
They informed him that they knew this girl was a dancer and much older than him. She was using him; she couldn’t possible love him for real. They told him he was way too young to get serious with anyone, let alone an older woman. She was just trying t wheel him in, get herself pregnant so he couldn’t leave. He tried to defend their relationship but he wasn’t ready for all of this. He didn’t know how to go against his parents and how to convince them of something he wasn’t sure of himself. Jessica was a nice girl but she was older and did want more commitment in less time than he had planned. She needed a man by her side and he was still a boy. So after hours of arguing with his parents he agreed to stop seeing Jessica.
He made it to her place and she knew something was wrong, his face said a lot. He confessed that something was wrong and started to tell her the whole story. She kicked him out of the apartment and told him to grow up. She cried but more than sad she felt embarrassed. It took her a few days to shake herself off but within a week she was determined to forget him and so she started to work more hours and make new plans. He called her constantly, but she always blew him off, until about a month after they had broken up when she just missed him too much to tell him to leave her alone. She accepted his offer for a visit and ended up laying in his arms. They enjoyed each other so much but at the end of the night Michael didn’t curse his parents and stay. He went home again, leaving her heartbroken and ashamed of her weakness towards him.
To be continued………………………….
They met at the club she worked at. She was dancing nude and he was just having a night out with the boys, one of many. He was your average 22 year-old, interested in all the girls and not interested on any special girl. She was the most un-common anyone you could meet. That night she had given herself new goals, pick the one you wouldn't pick she said to herself. She picked him. She approached him and complimented his huge cross, she knew it was a lie but he fell for it. He loved the color of her skin, the way her hair was styled back and her almost gothic appearance. She wore a white robe that made great contrast with her milk-chocolate skin.
He wasn't shy to follow her into the back. She felt she was in control, although so did he. He enjoyed her lapdance while she hated his lack of emotion. She was used to speaking her mind and this time there was no exception. She let him know that she felt offended and he decided he wanted to prove her wrong, so he stayed more time. They talked and his ego got the best of him. He started to boast how he could impress her if she gave him the chance because he was amazing. He said all the wrong things because they had worked before and she just smiled. She was single, not looking for anything real, she was heartbroken. Since she felt nothing for this kid, she accepted; there was nothing to lose.
On their first date he totally messed up but instead of feeling discouraged he still felt on top of the world. Because the first date went so wrong she felt even more comfortable with him. She couldn't fall for this guy, he was an idiot. She didn't know he wasn't an idiot, but he was persistant. One date turned into two dates, so forth and so on. In a matter of time he had managed to sneak his way into her private corner; her home. He started visiting her constantly, just to spend time with her. They weren't sexually active and she couldn't understand his interest in being there for anything else. Slowly but surely he started to win her heart. Two months later when she gave in to lust, they made a connection on her level. She thought they had experienced the same thing, the beginning of love. She was wrong. He had shown what she thought was patience but the truth was he was never in a rush. Although he was younger than her, he understood that everything in life is achievable. It's only a matter of time. It's not that he didn't call her the next day, he did. He just didn't change, he didn't respect her more, care for her more, or love her. He wasn't invested and he wasn't looking to make more of it. It killed her to find out that at the age of 27 she still had so much to learn.
This proved that men and women are never on the same page. It scared her so much but she never backs down because of fear. She thought emotions could be controled; and a thought like that could only verify that she did have alot to learn.
To be continued......
5 years ago, when I was 15, a new girl came to our school. Everyone was talking about how pretty she was, how her smile looked so adorable, and she soon became the girl every guy in the school wanted to hold. I didn't know what all the fuss was about, cause to me, she was just another ordinary girl and nothing special. Maybe it was because I was blinded by a girl who didn't love me back.
A year quickly flew by, and my feelings for the girl I once loved faded slowly. Soon, I opened up my heart to others, and the girl I saw nothing special of, captured my heart the moment our eyes met. I could remember it so clearly that very moment, she was sitting behind me during Chemistry class, I turned around and caught a glimpse of her eyes, and she saw mine. My heart skipped a beat and I didn't dare to turn back again.
I knew then, that she had a boyfriend who she has been together with for quite awhile, which was why I didn't make any move for 3 months. That 3 months, all I would do was tease her, make fun of her, and do stupid things in front of her. She hated me, and the things I did. I felt stupid, but I couldn't show that I liked her. I remembered my friends would always ask me, "Do you have any confidence in winning her heart?", and I would just look on the floor and shake my head, because I know I have nothing, only a heart that wants to love someone and pamper them for as long as they would like me to.
March 28th arrived, and it was her birthday. I decided to finally let her know that I had feelings for her. And with that, I saved up $60USD and bought a Crystal Phone Key chain for her from Swarovski, a Winnie the Pooh and wrote her a letter. I plucked every ounce of courage I had inside of me, and gave her this present.
We started to talk more after her birthday, and it really pleased my heart to see that she didn't mind what I have said in the letter. I didn't mind not being her boyfriend or anything then. I was happy just knowing that she was willing to be a friend.
1 month passed since her birthday, and she said to be that she had broken up with her boyfriend. I felt so upset at that moment, I felt so sorry. I became the person who tore up a beautiful relationship of 2 1/2 years, and I don't even know if I could love her like her boyfriend does, but I know then that even if I couldn't, I have to love her with everything I got.
Another month passed, and we finally got together. That very moment when she said yes, my life seemed to have found colors in the dullest corners. There isn't any word that could describe how I felt, because that was the moment when I felt true love, that was the moment I know my life has been blessed by an angel.
We soon became the sweetest couple in school. Everyone knew about us, everyone was envious about us. Guys were envious about me cause I had just won the heart of the most beautiful girl in school. Girls were envious of her cause...I don't know, I don't have anything for anyone to be envious about, but they were just envious of her. We were like glue, nothing could separate us.
But all these envy soon disappeared...
After we graduated from school in 2004, our distance grew. We couldn't meet much because her parents were very strict, in fact, too strict. She could only go out on Saturdays, and not all Saturdays were dedicated to me. She started to work cause her family's income was low, and that meant that her weekdays are gone too. Sometimes, we would meet once a week, or once in 2 weeks. Sometimes once a month. She simply didn't had time for me. It was work, work, and just work.
I don't really expect much from the one I love. In fact, I'm happy just hearing that 3 words from them. I don't need to meet everyday, or once a week, or once a month. I can live without seeing them for months, just as long as she would say she loves me, but sometimes it's so hard for her to say those words.
I would write poems about how I feel, but I never showed it to her. I only showed her the happy ones that I wrote, because I didn't want her to know I was feeling sad. I was afraid that she would leave me for that reason. I remember a poem had a sentence that said, "but can't you just take a minute off your time and tell me you miss me?". Those were true feelings of how I felt then. That was how much I missed her.
Yeah, it was crazy. From seeing her everyday in school, holding hands all the time, wherever we go, to not getting to see her at all for weeks, it was painful.
2005 passed quickly, and we didn't do much. We couldn't do much. All my friends in school kept telling me to give up, to look for someone better, but I told them, "No. I love her, and I'm not letting her go.", and everyone would just say I'm stupid.
2006 went by pretty much the same way...except this year was the year we finally broke up. I knew it was coming some day, but I still held on, hoping my love could change her thoughts, but no.
My friends always wonder, why did I hold on for 2 years after we had graduated in 2004. Why? Even when she couldn't spend any time with me. I asked myself the same question sometimes too, and I found the answer.
"Love isn't about the time we spend together. Love is about the feelings we build together."
There were still times when I wish she could spend more time with me though. Sometimes I wish I could buy her time, like, ask her how much she earns a month, and give her that amount, if not, more, just so she could spend a month with me.
I remembered how I got through 2 years without meeting her often, or hearing her voice. I told myself, "Hold on, tomorrow will be a better day. If you're with her tomorrow, it means the day when she finally gets her freedom is one day closer. Just keep holding on.", but that day never came..cause now she's in love with another guy.
Before I begin telling my tale, let me tell you I am not the least bit proud of how we began. I pray one day I will be forgiven. People were hurt, and there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about that.
I met Bryan two years ago. He began working for the other company my president owned. I pulled up to the parking lot with my fiance and there he was. I got so many butterflies in my stomach that I thought I would throw up. Standing at 6 ft. 3 1/2 inches, Hazel green eyes and dirty blonde hair, smitten would be the only word that comes to mind. I was introduced to him by his future brother in law (he too was engaged). We would run into each other here and there. Sometimes meet up for smoke breaks together. My fiance left for a few months on training and I tell you, that's when everything in my apt. decides it wants to break. Bryan had come by a few times to help with minor repairs and you could cut the tension with a knife. We developed a friendship throughout this time. I didn't want to disrespect what each of us had, so I had no choice but to leave it at that. I went to visit my fiance while he was away. Let me tell you my fiance and I had a bit of intimacy issues. The issue was he didn't desire me sexually period. But I know there is more to a relationship than sex, and other than that, we were perfect. I figured the months apart would strike up the passion we once had for one another. Well to sum it up in one word-Nothing happened. Let me tell you if you want to mess with your ego buy two very expensive lingerie and leave your future husband with them still in tags.
The day I arrived back home from the visit, I had dinner with Bryan. We kissed. It was the most passionate kiss I have ever had in my life. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. So like any other woman would do when they know they messed up, I avoided him like the plague. He finally caught up to me. I had strong feelings for Bryan, but I wasn't sure what they were. I also knew I still very much loved my fiance, although being in love was another question. I decided to leave Bryan alone try to work things out with my Fiance.
That didn't work. I missed him so much. I would call him when I couldn't take it, and vice versa. He broke up with his fiance (nothing to do with me) and was single. I went through with the wedding even though I knew in my heart I was no longer in love with him nor did I want to be with him. Truth be told, I felt bad for my fiance. He is a good man, but just not the one for me. My husband left again for training, this time for 8 month, one month after we got married. I started hanging out with Bryan again. No- nothing went on but when my husband came home, I left him. My heart belonged to Bryan for along time, I just didn't want to admit it to myself.
Bryan and I have been together for almost a year. And despite how things began, we are taking our time and it is going pretty well. I love him. I love him like I have never loved anyone else. I don't know what the future holds, but even if things don't work out, I can look back in my life and say I took a chance and I won't have to sing my should've could've would've.
Jay and I have gone through a considerable amount of struggles in our 9 year relationship. Money problems throughout, hostility, jealousy, an affair (many many many many years ago)seeing too much of each other, seeing to little of each other. Having a child at 18, getting married at 19.
When it all comes down to it, statistically we should not still be married and we sure as hell shouldn't be happily married.
It is possible to go against everything and still come out on top. We did and now we are closer than ever, financially set, and happy! We went through years of hell together and now we are in heaven. All it takes is some very hard work, stubbornness, love, being able to forgive and a big desire for each other.
It can be done. We are proof.
I really appreciate all your all opinions about my love story.
Last December 24 before the Christmas comes I opened ma net and i chat at regional rooms people there are talking the same mostly about sex. So i got bored then i went to hobbies and craft room the room was so silent. So, i greet everyone. then, someone replied to me.
So, we started talking, then i found him very different and unique from all people that i met in a chat room. One thing i noticed he always want to do a BUZZ, but i never get bored to him. Then, after that day we started to know each other. We both exchanging information about our self. We exchange cellphone numbers. Then, we become bestfriend. I shared a lots of my problems to him especially my love life problems.
Then, i also introduce to him to my two very close friends and they become friends too. He also introduce to me his two very close friends and they become my friends too. So, as day pass by i didn't notice that i change step by step through his help. The real me back to me again. I mean i become normal and very active again as a human being, and my friends saw all the changes in me.
Because of him now i know how to treasure friends and what friendship really means, and life too. He taught me how to enjoy my life that my boyfriend sealed it. My boyfriend knows a little bit about him. first, it is okay to my boyfriend but suddenly he started to act very weired.
My boyfriend and I started to fight because of my bestfriend. He is jealous to my bestfriend. I told that to my bestfriend and he said "let's try not to talked for about one month, and let's see if he will back to normal. If it's back then let's just mail one another but we will not talk through chatting." So, I agree to survive my relation with my boyfriend even though the decission hurt us.Then, I told that to my Boyfriend but he said "he don't trust me anymore." Ofcourse it hurts me a lots, I change myself because is it for my own good and not for bad. We still trying to survive the relationship because I don't want him to think that because I met someone I am not like his girlfriend before. So, I tried hard to fix our relation but then i am just a human being, I also get tired of proving ma self then one day i woke up i suddenly felt that i can't take it anymore. I am not love him anymore. Then, I said that to him but we didn't break up yet. He said "we will fix it". But then our communication ends.
So, I sent mail to my bestfriend and told everything to him.
He gave me advices and he s hoping that one day my relationship with my boyfriend will be okay. So, we started talking again. He said that I change him because he becomes very emotional when it comes to me. We've been bestfriends for about seve(7) months. Then, in that seven months many things happens (happy,and sad) but we are still bestfriends. I am helping him to find a right girl for him then suddenly i felt something strange. I suddenly felt that I like him but I ignore it because of the reason that i am still having a boyfriend although we don't have communication for about 4 months now.
Then, one day my bestfriend asked me what are the signs if you are inlove. So, I told him what are the possible signs base on my experience. Then, when i asked him "are you inlove with someone?". He said he is not yet sure about it. So, I asked the name of the girl and he said "he is inlove with me". Ofcourse I was shocked yet flattered coz I also like him but then I need time to think if Im gonna say that we're having same feeling. Aside that i still have boyfriend.
But then, "Love is really Unpredictable" we don't know when and how it will happens, but when it happens and when you feel it. Even though you want to control it you can't control it. Even we know it's not right still for you its right cause you are inlove.I know i have two choice, one is we remain best friend and two is to tell to him what i feel. So, i asked my two very close friends. They said "it's ok because its really obvious to both of you. Giving effort to talk to each other and having time difference it's really have something. But, first fix your relation with your boyfriend." So, I asked ma self if there is still love for my boyfriend but ma heart is now beating for my bestfriend. So, i choose to say to him that i feel the same but then i dont want to be unfair, And he said "he s willing to wait". And we are still best of friends although our relationship is more than a best friend.
Right now i am waiting for the time that me and my boyfriend see each other again then i will end up our relation. I know i am unfair to him. But i know god have his own plan why he let this happened. Now, my bestfriend and I are very much happy being together even thought our relationship started at internet. But as long as we love each other and as long as we are happy being together i know our love and friendship will be strong...
Love moves in a mysterious ways. We can't predict whom we want or need to love or to be love. But one thing important we must know our self and we must know what we really want and whom we will be happy, not all love stories starts with a good or beautiful story some of it are like my love story.
Notes From The Author:
“For my janu that taught me how to enjoy life and treasure friends and most of all for always keeping me happy every day of my life. I love you so much janu(my life)...â€
I really appreciate all your all opinions about my love story.
Last December 24 before the Christmas comes I opened ma net and i chat at regional rooms people there are talking the same mostly about sex. So i got bored then i went to hobbies and craft room the room was so silent. So, i greet everyone. then, someone replied to me.
So, we started talking, then i found him very different and unique from all people that i met in a chat room. One thing i noticed he always want to do a BUZZ, but i never get bored to him. Then, after that day we started to know each other. We both exchanging information about our self. We exchange cellphone numbers. Then, we become bestfriend. I shared a lots of my problems to him especially my love life problems.
Then, i also introduce to him to my two very close friends and they become friends too. He also introduce to me his two very close friends and they become my friends too. So, as day pass by i didn't notice that i change step by step through his help. The real me back to me again. I mean i become normal and very active again as a human being, and my friends saw all the changes in me.
Because of him now i know how to treasure friends and what friendship really means, and life too. He taught me how to enjoy my life that my boyfriend sealed it. My boyfriend knows a little bit about him. first, it is okay to my boyfriend but suddenly he started to act very weired.
My boyfriend and I started to fight because of my bestfriend. He is jealous to my bestfriend. I told that to my bestfriend and he said "let's try not to talked for about one month, and let's see if he will back to normal. If it's back then let's just mail one another but we will not talk through chatting." So, I agree to survive my relation with my boyfriend even though the decission hurt us.Then, I told that to my Boyfriend but he said "he don't trust me anymore." Ofcourse it hurts me a lots, I change myself because is it for my own good and not for bad. We still trying to survive the relationship because I don't want him to think that because I met someone I am not like his girlfriend before. So, I tried hard to fix our relation but then i am just a human being, I also get tired of proving ma self then one day i woke up i suddenly felt that i can't take it anymore. I am not love him anymore. Then, I said that to him but we didn't break up yet. He said "we will fix it". But then our communication ends.
So, I sent mail to my bestfriend and told everything to him.
He gave me advices and he s hoping that one day my relationship with my boyfriend will be okay. So, we started talking again. He said that I change him because he becomes very emotional when it comes to me. We've been bestfriends for about seve(7) months. Then, in that seven months many things happens (happy,and sad) but we are still bestfriends. I am helping him to find a right girl for him then suddenly i felt something strange. I suddenly felt that I like him but I ignore it because of the reason that i am still having a boyfriend although we don't have communication for about 4 months now.
Then, one day my bestfriend asked me what are the signs if you are inlove. So, I told him what are the possible signs base on my experience. Then, when i asked him "are you inlove with someone?". He said he is not yet sure about it. So, I asked the name of the girl and he said "he is inlove with me". Ofcourse I was shocked yet flattered coz I also like him but then I need time to think if Im gonna say that we're having same feeling. Aside that i still have boyfriend.
But then, "Love is really Unpredictable" we don't know when and how it will happens, but when it happens and when you feel it. Even though you want to control it you can't control it. Even we know it's not right still for you its right cause you are inlove.I know i have two choice, one is we remain best friend and two is to tell to him what i feel. So, i asked my two very close friends. They said "it's ok because its really obvious to both of you. Giving effort to talk to each other and having time difference it's really have something. But, first fix your relation with your boyfriend." So, I asked ma self if there is still love for my boyfriend but ma heart is now beating for my bestfriend. So, i choose to say to him that i feel the same but then i dont want to be unfair, And he said "he s willing to wait". And we are still best of friends although our relationship is more than a best friend.
Right now i am waiting for the time that me and my boyfriend see each other again then i will end up our relation. I know i am unfair to him. But i know god have his own plan why he let this happened. Now, my bestfriend and I are very much happy being together even thought our relationship started at internet. But as long as we love each other and as long as we are happy being together i know our love and friendship will be strong...
Love moves in a mysterious ways. We can't predict whom we want or need to love or to be love. But one thing important we must know our self and we must know what we really want and whom we will be happy, not all love stories starts with a good or beautiful story some of it are like my love story.
Notes From The Author:
“For my janu that taught me how to enjoy life and treasure friends and most of all for always keeping me happy every day of my life. I love you so much janu(my life)...â€
my girl lives in Texas and me in Michigan, we had gone to same school back like 9 years ago, and then parents moved down there. Then one day she found me on my space through my friend’s page who happens to be her friend too. She was not looking at first and had told me so, but two weeks from that, with out her wanting too, she fell in love with me, she had told me she was trying not too, but I knew I had to have her because I fell in love with her, just like when I was a kid before she moved. Now we have been dating for 10 months im ready to see her, but she said she is not ready yet, she says the love that we have she has never felt before. She has never loved anyone like she loves me, she told me, that I mean the world to her, as she does me. Just like your story I’m waiting for that special day to hold her in my arms, the reason she said she ain’t ready is because of the same reason you said how u felt when you had to part ways. I asked her once if I proposed would she be ready to say yes and would she be my wife, and she said she would. Each night I pray to god to speed up the day that I will have my girl in my arms. To keep our relationship alive i call her every moment i get and she calls too and text me when im a work, and at night, I always sent her stuff, like roses or gifts. This past anniversary on the 25th i sent her some small stuff, that she would always drop hints about but never thought i would listen, and it totally blew her away, she was so happy she wanted to cry. We love each other and cant wait to have her in my arms.
Notes From The Author:
To my baby, hunny soon god will bring us together and side by side forever.
Michael came to me at a time in my life when I was in total despair. I was in a very abusive marriage…mentally, emotionally and physically. I was afraid to tell anyone what was happening, so I bottled it all up and put on a happy face. I felt like I had no control over anything in my life, so I quit eating; for food consumption was one thing that I could control. I became sick, and in all honesty, I wished that I would go to sleep one night and not wake up. November 21, 2006, I check my Myspace messages, and I see something from a Michael in South Africa, simply wanting to say hi. I felt compelled to respond, so I did. After exchanging a couple of emails, I finally began to pour my heart out. Sometimes it’s easier to talk to complete strangers about things of this nature, plus I was just in need of venting before I exploded. I thought once I hit him with all of the drama in my life, it would scare him away and that I would never hear from him again, only it was quite the opposite. He always listened to me, and had positive things to say. Over the course of several weeks talking via email and Yahoo Instant Messenger, he had me convinced I was a good person, and that it was worth it to take care of myself. So, I started eating again, doing yoga, jogging…I thought this possibly would help my marriage, but it only made matters worse. My interest in my own health only angered my now ex-husband.
After years of trying to make things work, I knew what I needed to do, but I never had the strength or courage before to do it. Michael helped me gain the confidence in myself to take the leap and leave. He never tried persuading me one way or the other. He always told me that I needed to figure out what would make me happy in life, then go for it. Deep down, I knew there was no saving my marriage, especially once the physical abuse started. To get out of the situation entirely was what would make me happy. I finally told my family and friends everything that I had endured over the years, and about the guy that cared enough to stand behind me, was my sounding board
Based on the play by William Shakespeare, as told by Bart Marks
In the town of Verona lived two families, the Capulets and the Montagues, engaged in a bitter feud. Among the Montagues was Romeo, a hot-blooded lad with an eye for the ladies.
One day, Romeo was recounting for his friends his love for Rosaline, a haughty beauty from a well-to-do family. Romeo's friends chided him for his "love of love" but agreed to a plan to attend the feast of the Capulets', a costume party where Rosaline was expected to make an appearance. The disguises would provide Romeo and his friends a bit of sport and the opportunity to gaze undetected upon the fair Rosaline. Once there, however, Romeo's eyes fell upon Juliet, and he thought of Rosaline no more.
Asking around to learn the identity of Juliet, Romeo's voice is recognized by Tybalt, a member of the Capulet clan. Tybalt calls for his sword, but the elder Capulet intervenes, insisting that no blood be shed in his home. So Romeo is tolerated long enough to find an opportunity to speak to Juliet alone, still unaware of her identity.
He begs for an opportunity to kiss her hand. She relents. He presses his case, desiring her lips. She has no breath to stop him. Interrupted by the girl's nurse, Romeo learns the name of his heart's desire: Juliet Capulet.
The vision of Juliet now invades his every thought. Unable to sleep, Romeo returns late that night to the bedroom window of his love, hiding in the bushes below. There, he is surprised to find Juliet on the balcony, professing her love for him and wishing that he were not a Montague.
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name. . .
What's a Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet. .
Romeo appears from the bushes, ready to deny his name and profess his love. The two agree to meet at nine o-clock the next morning to be married.
Early the next morning, Romeo appears at the cell of Friar Lawrence begging the friar to marry him to Juliet. Friar Lawrence does not take Romeo seriously at first, but he is soon impressed with Romeo's sincerity. The Friar agrees to perform the ceremony, praying that the union might someday put an end to the feud between the two households. Still, he advises Romeo keep the marriage a secret for a time. Romeo and Juliet are married.
On the way home, Romeo chances upon his friend Mercutio arguing with Tybalt in the public square. Spying Romeo, Tybalt tries to taunt him into a fight. Romeo has no desire to harm the kinsman of his new wife. Mercutio is stunned and embarrassed by Romeo's soft words and draws his sword. Romeo tries to restrain his friend, but Tybalt thrusts his sword underneath Romeo's arm, stabbing Mercutio. Tybalt then flees with his friends. The wound is worse than at first suspected. "Ask for me tomorrow," says Mercutio, "and you shall find me a grave man." He dies.
Tybalt returns still cursing the unexpectedly reluctant Romeo. But Romeo is reluctant no longer, drawing his sword and slaying Tybalt. The moment Tybalt falls, Romeo realizes he has made a terrible mistake: "O, I am fortune's fool!"
Desperate, Romeo rushes to Friar Lawrence who advises him to travel to Mantua until things cool down. He promises to inform Juliet.
Juliet receives the news of Tybalt's death and Romeo's exile. She dares not mention her marriage to her father now. Then, she receives more bad news. Her father has decided it is time for her to marry. He has selected a suitor: Paris, a kinsman of Mercutio.
Juliet, too, rushes to Friar Lawrence for counsel. The good Friar launches an elaborate plot. Juliet should agree to marry Paris. She will then take a sleeping potion, which will simulate death for three days. Her body will be placed in a tomb while she is mourned, and the Friar will send word to Romeo. Romeo will arrive in time to rescue her. The celebration over her return to life will provide an opportunity to explain about the marriage and the circumstances surrounding Tybalt's death.
The plot proceeds according to plan, and the wedding preparations for Paris and Juliet give way to solemn funeral arrangements. But the Friar's letter to Romeo fails to reach him before he hears of Juliet's death. Romeo obtains a poison from an apothecary and travels to Verona.
Under the cover of darkness, he breaks into Juliet's tomb. They are alone for only a moment. Paris, who also had come to mourn Juliet, interrupts, and believing Romeo to be a grave robber, draws his sword. The two men fight, and Paris is killed. Dying, Paris asks that his body be placed next to Juliet's. Only now recognizing Paris, the guilt stricken Romeo obliges.
Then Romeo kisses the lips of his Juliet one last time.
Eyes, look your last.
Arms, take your last embrace.
And, lips, O you the doors of breath,
Seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death
Romeo thanks the apothecary for his skill and drinks the poison.
The effects of the sleeping potion wear off, and Juliet awakens calling for Romeo. Finding him next to her, dead, with a cup in his hand, she guesses what has transpired. She tries to kiss the poison from his lips, but failing that, unsheathes his dagger and plunges it into her breast.
Friar Lawrence learns that Romeo has not received his letter and rushes to Juliet's tomb to rescue her. He discovers the tomb already open and finds the sad contents within. Soon the Friar is joined by the Night Watchman, who had been alerted to the disturbance. Then the families gather around the star-crossed lovers. The Friar's mournful account of their death shames the two families into ending their feud forever.
My Name is Moe am 27 years old, I live in United Arab Emirates, in Abu Dhabi, and 14 years ago when I was like 13 yearsMoe and Mirvat old, I was in love with a girl she used to live next door, every day I used to stay 9 hours just waiting for school to finish so I can go and wait her to come from school just to look at her sweet lovely eyes.
So when the school bus drop me home I just go running to the bathroom to take a shower, put on my perfume, and put on the best clothes I have every single day.
I go call my best friend and ask him to go out waiting with me, her maid used to wait her too, with her small little brother and his name is Moe too, he was 2 years old that time he used to be so cute, I used to spend all the time playing football (a game I hate) with him just to see her kissing him when she arrived from school and I stayed this way months without even telling her about my feelings.
At the summer time I went to my country for a vacation, I got her a gift with the letter M as the first letter of her name (and by the way Her name is Mirvat) and I decided to go to her house and knock the door and give her the gift just like that.
And I finally knocked her door and she opened, but there was one problem that she opened the door like she was going to kill me for bothering her while she was sleeping or something, anyways she was angry and her eyes were on fire, so I freaked out and I couldn’t think what to do, finally I told her I just got this gift to your brother Moe, and I was like :S .
That was the last day I ever saw her, they traveled for a vacation and then we moved from that aria, and I never been able to meet the girl I love again.
So before 3 months I was surfing the net and I was searching in a nice website called Facebook, I saw a lovely girl who is single and she’s 27 years old , she looked so beautiful I liked her profile picture and it’s the only picture I could see because she’s not in my friends list, I add her to my list and she accepted and I never got the time to go to her profile and see her pictures, after a while she left a comment on 1 of my pictures I loved the comment then I replied back, I added her to my MSN Messenger and we started to chat, after along adult chat she told me that she saw my face somehow or somewhere before, and that made me go to her profile to have a look at her pictures, and when I saw them I was shocked I was going to have a heart attack, is she the same girl I used to love 14 years ago?
I asked her a lot of a questions and all of them made me sure that she’s my dream, I was strong enough just to tell her that I used to love her long time ago. I told her that I played too much football just for you and just to see you, and that gift was for you not your brother but she couldn’t remember it, she smiled and couldn’t believe all this.
We talked that day on the Internet more than 13 hours , was so amazing no story such as this one, and we met the day after that, and we are in love now with each other and we are planning to be engaged soon.
This is my story and I just feel so happy sharing it with everyone.
Yours,
Moe & Mirvat
Okay I am sitting in my math class, When I walk in the class everyone eyes goes on me! Everyone stops talking and they just stare at me. [br /]
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If I was in my old school no one would even care but these people were looking at me like I am from another world. [br /]
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I give them smile and sit at the closet desk. Mostly I would be sitting at the back but the way everyone was looking at me I was afraid to walk any farther. [br /]
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Mr. Hauken seem nice, well except for the fact that he is bold and he keeps on touching his nose with his chalk hands. [br /]
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He introduce me to the class, I swear I felt like my cheeks were red. 'Guys, meet Sarah...She is from NY and please make her feel welcome' He said as everyone started to cheer as if I was really special. [br /]
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So I moved in middle of the year and maybe I am behind in my classes but I am smart in math so I had no problem learning what he was teaching. [br /]
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We even got a quiz but I think I did well in it. [br /]
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Art class was fun, I met a girl name Cassy. Actually she kind of came up to me and asked me if I need any help which I did because I am really bad with art. [br /]
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'Your from New York? I love that place, I always stayed in this town but I want to go out and the first place I will go is NY' She said smiling. [br /]
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Before I could say anything she continue her talking 'I know you might think I talk a lot but believe me once you get to know me you will love me....' [br /]
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She kept on going about what she likes and how she will help me out with my other classes since she was in my chemistry and music class too. [br /]
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I was starting to find her weird, I mean common how can someone talk so much. [br /]
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When I enter the cafeteria I was surprise, it seem so empty. In my old school people would be filled in Cafe but here it was the opposite. [br /]
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Cassy wave at me and I give her a smile as I walk towards her. She was sitting with two girls and one guy. [br /]
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'Sarah I want you to meet Kelly' She said pointing at the blond hair girl, this girl was short and skinny. [br /]
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I said hi to her and the others as Cassy told me their name 'This is George and that's Kristy'. [br /]
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Kristy was blond too, she was tall but skinny just like Kelly. [br /]
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George had brown hair and he was actually cute because when he smile at me he had dimples on both side which look so cute. [br /]
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'Did you guys hear about Elvis' Kelly said looking at us. [br /]
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'No what about him?' Kristy ask interested. I was just sitting
there listening, I had no clue who they were talking about. [br /]
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'Well there's a rumor that him and Jen hook up last night and they might have had sex' Kelly said in a low voice, almost whispering so no one around us hear her. [br /]
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Kristy and Cassy face was drop open and George was laughing. [br /]
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'So what? That guy have hooked up with every girl in this school' George said laughing. [br /]
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'Yeah true...' Kristy and Cassy said at the same time. [br /]
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'So do you have a boyfriend?' Kristy ask giving me a smile. All the sudden they stop eating and look at me. [br /]
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'Yeah back home but we broke up since I was coming here....you know no long distance relationship' I said sad, I did miss Jordan. I wonder what he is doing probably found another girl by now! [br /]
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'You should hang around with us' Kristy said giving me a smile. [br /]
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'Yeah totally' Kelly and George added. [br /]
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'Um...thanks?' I said, I wasn't sure if I should be happy that I
made friends or sad that these people knew each other from before and I will be like a stranger to them. [br /]
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'Can you please move your legs?' I said looking at a guy, he was pretty hot and all the girls were around him but he was blocking the way to the only empty seat that was left in class. [br /]
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The guy looks at me and without saying anything he moves his legs so I can pass. It was English class and only I know how much I love English but the problem is I don't want to work on the things they teach in English, I feel bored after a while. [br /]
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I open my book and start looking at. The guy was who was blocking my way turns around and gives me a smile. 'I'm Elvis, are you new here?' When he said his name I knew who he was, the only topic in this school is about him. [br /]
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Every girl have his name on their lips and every girl would die to just talk to him. As I pass the hallways all I hear is stories about Elvis. [br /]
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'Yeah I'm Sarah and your kinda famous here....' I said writing the date on the page. [br /]
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'Well I understand I am hot after all' He said with a grain. Another guy who is so proud of himself, I hate guys like that because these guys don't care about anyone. [br /]
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'Right' I said rolling my eyes. Yes he's hot but he seem more selfish. [br /]
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'What? You don't think I'm hot?' He said looking at me surprise. I ignore him and he turns around. [br /]
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When I got home my parents weren't there, like I said they will be busy with their work. [br /]
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I will be surprise if I see them once a week. Sally was there making dinner, I put my bag down and decide to go help her. [br /]
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'How was your first day of school' She said smiling. Good old Sally always trying her best to fit in with me. [br /]
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I know I used to love her so much before but than after she started to get interested into my personal life and I just didn't like that. [br /]
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'Not bad, I made couple friends' I said proud, well I wasn't sure if they were my friends yet but they seem like one. [br /]
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'Great, any guy you like?' She asks (see what I mean...she always want to know about guys or if I am dating or if I am seeing someone). [br /]
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'No...' I said going upstairs. I think if I would have stay even for one more minute she would have ask me if I have had sex or not, I mean she already have ask that but still is weird. [br /]
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