quinta-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2013

A BEAUTIFUL LOVE STORY




First Time

After 18 Years Of

Marriage, she Prepared The Worst Dinner For Her Husband.



The Vegetables Were Over Cooked,

Meat Was Burned And Salad Was Too Salty.



At The Dinner Table, Her Husband Kept Silent While He Was Eating.



After That, When She Was In Kitchen Washing Dishes



He Came To Her, Smile At Her And Kissed Her On Her Forehead

“Why Is This Kiss For?”



She Asked Him Not Believing What He Did.


“tonight Your Cooking Reminded

Me Of Your Cooking In The First Days Of Our Marriage!"



It Reminded Me Of Your Cooking As A New Bride,

So I Wanted To Treat You As If You Are

A New Bride ♥..
 
 
 


domingo, 10 de fevereiro de 2013

Thanks for love me so much






Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never actually shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting, or laugh with you when you make a fool out of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather, they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy, or competition, but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song, or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid, it’s like being young again. Colors seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where, before, it was infrequent, or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day always helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind, or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soulmate who will remain loyal until the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.
This is very beautiful.




sábado, 9 de fevereiro de 2013

Dears Girls




















I know that I love you




I know that I love you not because you’re the first thing I think of when I wake up, or because you’re the last thing I think of when I go to sleep. But because even in my dreams I see your face.  






Heart Touching Love Story




It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm. She said, "I miss you."

I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home." She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine. I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go." Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat. Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!" Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home. Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by.

We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night. But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long.

That was how we kept the treasured relationship. We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go.

She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this." With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face. She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."

I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?" I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?" I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end.

I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence. I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself." She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever.

I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.


She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words...






















Remember




Love isn’t when you can name a million things you love about the person. Love is when you can’t even find words to describe how you feel about them. ~ ♥

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For my Jaan




My
love for you is simple, deep, and strong,
I feel it flowing towards you from my heart,
A tide of unsophisticated song,
Sung with much desire and little art.

I cannot tell my love, but it will show,
In ways that even I cannot foresee,
A love as full as mine must overflow,
Into everything that makes me, me.

Just as the sun must shine to be the sun,
And trees burst forth in blossom every year,
So I must love in ways that everyone,
Can see or sense or reason out or hear.

Still, I'll tell you of my love in this,
For fear, despite all, you might my love miss,
As i know in my heart that i wan't more kisses,
from you my wonderful love and fine misses.






















Sometimes

 

  Sometimes, you just can’t tell anybody how you really feel. Not because you don’t know why, not because you don’t know your purpose, not because you don’t trust them, but because you can’t find the right words to make them understand. 

 

 

 

 

 

sexta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2013

P.S. I Lovє YơU




I spent so much time dreaming of you and me together forever and I miss what could have been…. You and I could have had a magical love affair, the kind of love that would last a lifetime but you let it slip away and didn’t have faith in us… I told you I loved you and I always will...



quinta-feira, 7 de fevereiro de 2013

In Her




But in her eagerness for a change, or perhaps over stimulated by this man’s presence, she easily persuaded herself that love, that marvellous thing which had hitherto been like a great rosy-plumaged bird soaring in the splendors of poetic skies, was at last within her grasp. And now she could not bring herself to believe that the uneventful life she was leading was the happiness of which she dreamed.







segunda-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2013

Because of You



Life Is Not Just Waiting For
Someone
Who Is Made For You...
But
Life Is Living For
Someone Who Is Happy Only
Because Of You


You cannot change




Sometimes there are things needed to be tested.. why? to know if it's really for you...no matter how you avoid it, if it's for you... it will come to you..













sábado, 2 de fevereiro de 2013

Your love ❤





Your love surrounds me like the air that I breathe.

Your kiss touches me as gentle as a breeze.

Your touch is as tender as that of a child.

Your hug is warm, meek, and mild.

Each day we grow older and its plain to see,

The love that you give me is all that I need. 





When you are happy
you want to reach the person
whom you Love most ...♥
When you are sad
... u want to reach the person
who loves you the most ...♥
But
if both these person are same then u're
The LuckiesT !