txt msgs,

Text messages are so hot these days aren’t they. Well, and they are excellent ways of telling people how much you love them. Or not. Read this true short love story to find out more!

My cellphone’s beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.

“Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?”

Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.

“Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?” again, the message said.

“Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the night?” I asked myself.

Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.

I was never a ‘textmaniac’ - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they’re miles away.

I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.

Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.

Same number…Such determination!

“Ply reply 2 dis msg & b an angel & save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!”

I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys… I just realized I was replying to the message.

“Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman… I’m just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?” I typed.

Seconds later came the reply.

“Nope. U don’t know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I’m Mikaella Cervantes. U?”

“Just call me Julius. How’d u get my no.?” I sent back.

“Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine,” she replied.

That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.

We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school!

And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without a loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.

Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person… even if it’s just through text messaging.

“Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me…”
One day, she sent this message to me.

I replied: ‘In life, we seldom find a true prson & f u evr find 1, hold on & nvr let go… value dat prson coz it’s lyf’s gift worth keeping & holdin on…”

I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, ” Value d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf & nvr come back again.”

I couldn’t understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though… I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I’d become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.

I texted her back. “Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don’t touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won’t stay…”

I didn’t know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.

I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel’s. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn’t define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.

But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I’d long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn’t know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.

“Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes & der u r. Even f I’ll see u never, I’ll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever…”

One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.

I sent her another message, “Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can’t read r mind f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I’ll still be loving u.”

“How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt… I hope dat u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will not get tired of loving me…=)” was her reply.

And then I replied again. ” The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I’ll live w/o u, den, I’ll lie not by destiny but of free will.”

Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, “Soon…soon, love…soon.”

Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her…rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.

Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid.

But there was something that kept bothering me… I couldn’t understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn’t answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.

Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord’s birthday. I heard my phone’s message tone again… at last!It was from her!

“Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn’t mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU.”

I was dumfounded. I didn’t know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer.

For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable…desperate… empty. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.

The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much…her messages…The tones that would tell me she’d sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.

Tut…tut…tut…tut…tut…just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!

“Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day,” I read aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.

I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love…but there was a flicker of something in them…sadness?

“Hi, Julius,” said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. “Please sit down.” “I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella,” I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.

“Thanks, Julius,” she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses.

“You are always welcome, Love” “Julius, I can’t stay,” she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? “I really must go.”

“But we just met, Mikaella. Can’t we talk a little longer?” I asked, pleadingly.

“I can’t really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget you…you will always be here in my heart.”

She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes…

She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.

“Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me,” he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.

I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.

They lived in an exclusive subdivision.

Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.

The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.

A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.

“Hi, I’m Maria, Mikaella’s mother. Please come inside, Julius.” While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella’s mother was crying while talking to me.

As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.

As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. “Where is Mikaella?”

She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.

No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met…

A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika’s father.

“We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her.

She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her.”

I couldn’t believe everything… My mind was in limbo.

“But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday.”

“That can’t possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child,” said her father.

“But…” I couldn’t find the words to say.

“She told us not to bother reaching you, “her mother said, still in tears,” she said you will come, and here you are.

Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend’s face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.

After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had
told me she went everyday.

Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: “U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing didnt teach me & it hurts mor - u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU”

I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender’s number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.

“Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let go of God’s hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again.”

“I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go…” I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.

touching story

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 to myself,” 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 play with such expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a smallboy 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 haveenough 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 Clauswould bring it to her.”

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring itto 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 sadwhile saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go tosee 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 haveenough 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 Godto 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 whiterose.” “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, whichmentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a carwhere 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 tosee and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in 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 hissister 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. 

luv ,fate and destiny…

My First love!!!!!! i miss him but im hapi…i met him even if we are not seeing each other!!!!!!!!

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-”tell her how you feel” is what my friends said
-so i picked up the phone
-called your house
-you answerd
-i said “i love you”
-and hung up right after
-the next day
-i told you it was a bet from a friend
-it was partly true
-but you didnt answer
-no sassy come back wich you allways do
-just stood there
-the walked away

My side

-he called my house
-i picked up
-he told me he loved me
-then hung up
-the next day
-i was going to tell you i loved you back
-but you said it was a bet
-i had everything planned out
-every move i planned
-every word
-but when you said that…
-i had nothing to say
-i stood and watched you
-as you broke my heart

luving an imperfect person 

They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her.

Today, she’s being willful again.

Her: “Why can’t you be the photographer for my friend’s wedding? She promised she’d pay.”
Him: “I don’t have time that day.”
Her: “Humph!”
Him: “Huh?”
Her: “Don’t have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need.”
Him: “I… someone will definitely recognize my work some day.”
Her: “Humph! I don’t care, you’ll have to do it for her!”
Him: “No.”
Her: “Just this once?”
Him: “No.”

Negotiation’s broken. So, she gave the final warning: “Give me a Yes within three days, or else…”

First day, she “withheld” the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi… Except the double bed, to show her “benevolence”.

Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn’t mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.

Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, “Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences.”

He’s nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that she’ll end this state. She doesn’t give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.

Third day, night. On the bed. He’s lying on the bed, looking to one side. She’s lying on the bed, looking to the other side.

Him: “We need to talk.”
Her: “Unless it’s about the wedding, forget it.”
Him: “It’s something very important.”

She remains silent.

Him:”Let’s get a divorce.”
She did not believe her ears.
Him: “I got to know a girl.”

She’s totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that’s the only place she didn’t go through yesterday. How careless.

Him: “She’s a nice girl.”
Her tears fell.

Him: “She has a good personality too.”
She’s heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his heart.
Him: “She says that she’ll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married.”

She’s very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.
Him: “She loves me truly.”
She wishes to sit up and scream at him “Don’t I?”
Him: “So, I think she won’t force me to do something that I don’t want to do.”

She’s thinking, but the rage won’t subside.
Him: “Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?”
Her: “…!”

He brings the photo before her eyes. She’s in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.

He sighs. She cries.
He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket.

He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He’s asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him.

She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn’t want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.

She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.

It’s a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.

He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.

“You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person

perfectly.”

begin 2 learn

..that kisses dont always mean something

..that promises can be broken as quickly as they are made
..that sometimes goodbyes are really forever
..& always remember to use “iloveyou” w/ extreme caution coz if used in the wrong way, someone will end up getting hurt..
remember that it shouldnt be an everyday word..it shouldnt be said just bcoz you are expected 2 say it.. make sure you know how and when to use it..
coz once u’r inlove..it shouldnt be easy to fall out of love..
———————————– ————————— The Dolls of Love

I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him.

Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…

“Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked.
“I can’t”
“Why? You need to study at home?” I felt disappointment
grabbing me.

“No… I am going to meet a friend…”

He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’ before. To us, there weren’t any anniversaries at all.
He didn’t say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don’t know why…

Then one day…
Me: Um, Jin, I …
Jin: What…don’t drag, just say..
Me: I love you.
Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.
That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…
Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still didn’t call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.

Me: Jin…
Jin: Here…take this…
Again, he handed me a little doll.
Me: What’s this?
Jin: I didn’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I’m going home now, bye.
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?
Jin: Today? Huh?
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen.Then I shouted… “Wait…”
Jin: You have something to say?
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…
Jin: What?!
Me: Tell me

I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.
“I don’t want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else.”
That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He didn’t want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…

After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn’t call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday
After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him.
He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it’s going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.

Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?
I couldn’t help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual…
Me: I don’t need it.

Jin: What….why…
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.
Me: I don’t need this doll, I don’t need it anymore!! I don’t want to see a person like you again!

I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.
“I’m sorry”
He apologized in a tiny voice.
He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…
Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!

But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…

Honk~ Honk~
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.
“Jin! Move! Move away!” I shouted…
But he didn’t hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.
“Jin, move!”
HONK~!!
“Boom!” That sound, so terrifying.
That’s how he went away from me.
That’s how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.
After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.

Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love…

“One…two… three…”
That was how… I started to count the dolls…
“Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty
five…”
It all ended with 485 dolls.
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly…

“I love you~, I love you~”
I dropped the dolls,shocked.

“I….lo..ve…you??”
I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.

“I love you~ I love you~”
It can’t be! I pressed all the dolls’ stomach as it piled on the side.
“I love you~”

“I love you~”
“I love you~”
Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why didn’t I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn’t I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it’s stomach,
that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much…

“Jo…Do you know what today is? We’ve been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn’t say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…”

The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can’t be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute…

For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life….

Love For 100 Days

Message: Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half.
Tina: I’m so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.
Peter: I guess we’re the only leftovers. We’re the only person who isn’t with a date now.
(both sigh n silence for a while)
Tina: I think I have a good idea. Lets play a game
Peter: Eh? What game?
Tina: Eem..It’s quite simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I’ll be your girlfriend for 100 days. what do you think?
Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don’t have any plan for the next few months.
Tina: You sound like you aren’t looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?
Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now.
Tina: Seems like I don’t have any better idea than this. Lets move. (went to watch their movies and sent each other home)

Day 2:
Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star.

Day 3:
They went shopping together for a friend’s birthday present. Share an ice-cream together and hugged each other for the first time.

Day 7:

Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something.

Day 25:
Spend time at a themepark and got onto rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone’s hand instead of Peter’s hand by accident. They laughed together
for a while.

Day 67:
They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show. Went around to see other entertainments around after the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said “Treasure every moment from now on” and a tear rolled down the fortune teller’s cheek.

Day 84:
Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn’t so crowded that day. They have their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting.

Day 99:
They decided to have a simple day and is deciding to have a walk around the city. They sits down onto a bench.

1:23 pm
Tina: I’m thirsty. Lets rest for a while first.
Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like?
Tina: Eem…Apple juice will be just fine.

1:43 pm
Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter havent return. Then someone walked up to her.
Stranger: Is your name Tina?
Tina: Yes, and may I help you?
Stranger: Just now down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think its your friend.
Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his face and her apple juice still in his hands. The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter. Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh.

11:51 pm
Doctor: I’m sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket.

The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. He look weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. Here is what the letter said.

Tina,
Our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realize that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taken the time to knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside me all the time. Tina, I love you.

11:58
Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I asked God to let us last forever. We were suppose to last 100 days so Peter! You can’t leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to
me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU.

As the clock struck twelve, Peter’s heart stopped beating. It was 100 days.

GAY or STRAIGHT?

 

Elusive Butterfly

This may be a bit long artik, cant try to shorten it for its essence may be lost. I dedicate this to all of those who know how to love, to those in need of love and especially to those looking for love

Long ago, in the land of Heart, lived a fair maiden who dared to dream dreams. As a young child, she recalled how her father would set her on his strong knee and tell her many wondrous stories about far away and exciting places; lands she somehow knew she would one day come to also travel upon. Of the many tales her father would tell, there was one particular story that always held special meaning, even carrying her into adulthood. It was the presumed true tale of a certain species of butterfly, one that was seen by very few. What made the butterfly highly sought after was its emerald green wings which housed two small heart shapes, one on each wing, thus its coined name, “the elusive butterfly of love.” It was said that the person who finds the elusive butterfly would live happily ever after, thus, it is no wonder the maiden searched ardently for the rare insect.

Real life application:

[ by Melanie Schurr © 1998 — from ‘Daily Wisdom’ ]

The Donkey in the Well

One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.… Finally he decided since the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway, it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey. So, the farmer invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed shovels, and began to shovel dirt into the well.
All the other farm animals were very upset about this, because the donkey was their friend. But they discovered there was nothing they could do to help him. At first, when the donkey realized what was happening, he cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw.

With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off, and take a step up on the dirt as it piled up. As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well, and trotted off!

MORAL: Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. But each trouble can be a stepping stone. What happens to you isn’t nearly as important as how you react to it. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not giving up!

Shake it off, and take a step up!

Salty yet sweet!!!

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.

They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home. suddenly he asked the waiter: “would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.” Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously : why you have this hobby? He replied: “when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea , just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my home town, I miss my home town so much, I miss my parents who are still living there”. While saying that tears filled his eyes.

She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her far away hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!

Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: ” My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you—the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt it was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I’m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste..But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again”. Her tears made the letter totally wet.

Someday, someone asked her: what’s the taste of salty coffee?
It’s sweet. She replied.

""Sometimes letting go is the only way to move forward…"

ANG TAMANG PANAHON

Nung first year highschool ako una ko siyang nakita. Napahinga pa nga ako ng malalim habang hinahawakan ang armchair ng mahigpit nung pumasok siya sa classroom. Wow, sabi ko sa sarili ko, Ito ang lalaking magpapamemorable ng life ko. At naging siya nga.

So, ayun nagkakilala kami. “O eto si ..” sabi ng common friend namin ako naman si “Ay, Nice to meet you.. “(kunwari pa kong di alam ang name nya eh ultimo kung saan siya may nunal sa katawan eh alam ko na) with matching pa cute na smile at looking at him from head to toe. Na amazed pa nga ako kasi ang linis-linis nya at humahalimuyak ang pabango nyang Hugo Boss.. Aaah!!! Pwedeng-pwede!! Ngumiti lang siya sa akin with matching takip ng panyo sa mouth niya. Aba, mahiyain…hmm….Teka…

Ayun naging friends kami. Tawagan sa phone, text sa cellphone exchanging sweet messages throughout highschool. Hanggang naramdaman ko na lang nung isang araw… Yak..inlove na yata ako!! Hindi naman pwede kasi may nililigawan siya, at nung binasted siya, may niligawan na naman siya at syempre ako hindi man lang niya ako niligawan. Siguro kasi pag niligawan niya ako wala ng challenge!!!

At parang ako na ang nanligaw! Kasi naman lagi ko siyang binibigyan ng gifts pag may occasion basta kung anu-ano ang binibigay ko sa kanya. Hindi naman ako nanghihingi ng kapalit pero napansin ko ni balat ng candy wala siyang binigay sa akin.. kung meron man eh isang ½ crosswise na paper na sapilitan ko pang hiningi ka sa kanya para naman may remembrance ako nung minsan naging magkaklase kami.

Pero in fairness sinayaw naman nya ako nung 2 proms namin. Nandun yung hinawakan nya yung kamay ko papunta sa dance floor infront of everybody na halos mapaiyak ako sa sobrang saya at naisip ko na lang na ayokong matapos ang gabing yun. Sa dami ng napagdaanan ko nung minahal ko siya, napagod na rin ako nung may niligawan uli siya.

Hindi na ko makatiis hanggang nung Graduation namin inamin ko sa kanya na mahal ko talaga siya since first year. Wala akong pakialam kung anong isipin nya basta ang alam ko kailangan ko na sabihin dahil baka hindi na kami magkita. Nakatingin lang siya sa akin huminga sya ng malalim at bigla niyang sinabing.. ” Kasi… ano…Friends lang talaga eh.” sh*t!!!! Nanlaki ang mata ko non tapos bigla na lang ako tumawa ng malakas “Sabi ko nga eh. Hahaha!” with matching hampas pa sa braso niya. Tapos non eh pinilit ko siyang kalimutan.

Nag college na ko maraming cute pero ….

Haaay…. Wala pa ring maka higit sa kanya. May nanligaw naman sa akin nung mga time na yun, Isang cute na fil-am, yung coño kong friend at isang cute na guy na mas bata sa kin ng 3 yrs kaya lang hindi ko sila maiwasang icompare sa kanya. Bakit siya cute sya ngumiti? Bakit siya ang napapangiti niya ako? Sasagutin ko na sana yung isa dahil hindi na ito normal! Goodluck! Hindi ko pa rin kaya!

Bigla kong naisip na KUNG HINDI LANG SIYA… WAG NA LANG.

Naisip ko na minsan lang pala ako umibig. Naisip ko na sa isang lalaki ko lang pala gagawin yung mga kagagahan at kamamasangan ko. Siya lang talaga ang hinihiyaw ng puso ko. Haaay… nakakainis!!!

Anyway, hindi ko na siya nakita for 5 years, pero nababalitaan ko pa rin yung mga nangyayari sa kanya. Gumraduate na siya.. (Uuuy, Congrats!), May trabaho na siya (Goodluck sa job!) May girlfriend na siya (I’m happy for you…waaah!) at kung anu-ano pa. Tutal naman may career na ko and the money’s good at naalagaan ko yung parents ko and I can hang-out with my friends kaya okay lang pero… parang kulang pa rin dahil naiisip ko pa rin siya. Mas mabuti na rin yung ganito kasi ayun nga sa kanta ” I’ll know I’ll never love this way again” hindi na ko makakapagmahal ng todo-todo na umaapaw uli sa isang lalaki.

Isang hapon habang nagdadrive na ko pauwi napasabak pa ko sa traffic. Napatingin ako sa kanan ko sa katabi kong car. Napansin ko pa nga yung kamay ng driver. Naalala ko yung kamay nung minahal ko sa sobrang kakatsansing sa kamay non eh syempre sinong di makakamemorize non noh! Anyway, tumingin na ko sa highway. Grabe traffic pa rin!! Birthday pa naman ng friend ko nung highschool at excited na kong makipagtsismisan. Pagtingin ko uli sa kanan sa mamang may cute na kamay eh bigla akong nagulat nakatingin pala sa akin yung driver. Ako naman tong si iwas.

After kong nabigo sa pag-ibig nung highschool eh nagsusuplada na ang lola niyo. After ng matagal na traffic eh nakarating na ko sa party ng friend ko syempre walang humpay na tsismisan at tawanan at balitaan sa mga buhay-buhay namin. Biglang may dumating na car na parang familiar sa akin tapos biglang bumaba yung tao sa loob. Biglang may nagsalita sa likod ko “Hoy, pare!! Ang tagal mo!” bigla siyang nagsalita with matching punas ng panyo sa noo. “Traffic eh.” With matching ngiti at
humalimuyak na naman ang Hugo Boss sa ilong ko.

O, HINDEE!! ANG LALAKING NAKASABAY KO SA TRAFFIC NA MAY MAGANDANG KAMAY……

Biglang sabi ng friend ko sa kanya ” Teka naalala mo pa ba si…?”

AY WALANG IBA KUNG HINDI ANG TANGING LALAKING MINAHAL KO ALL MY LIFE…

Gusto kong magpalamon sa lupa, magpakalunod at sakalin ang friend ko sa sobrang hiya. Hindi pa ko handang makita siya!!!

Bigla siyang tumingin sa akin at sinabing.”OO NAMAN. ALALANG-ALALA.”

Whaaat?? Ano uli???

Naalala nya pa ko!!!

At ang hayop kung kaibigan ay iniwan kaming dalawa. Ayun, tanong sya sa kin ng tanong sa buhay ko. Nag-alok siyang ihatid ako sa bahay sabi ko may car ako. Tumawa siya at sabi niyang “Oo nga ikaw nga yung nakita ko sa traffic!!”

Lagi niya akong sinusundo sa office ko, nagdidinner din kami at syempre tinatawagan niya ako sa bahay ko gabi-gabi. Hindi ko alam pero parang bumaligtad yata ang mundo!

After 2 months, naging kami.

After 1 year, nagpakasal na din kami. Before kaming ikasal sinabi niya sa akin “Naalala mo nung gumraduate tayo at pinagtapat mo sa akin na mahal mo ko?” Namula na lang ako bigla at nag joke “Ah.. yun? Bata pa ko non!”

Bigla nyang hinawakan ang kamay ko at sinabing “Hindi na tayo bata non.. Mas pinili kong makakilala ng mga maling babae kesa maging tayo sa maling panahon na hindi pa tayo handa. Unang kita ko pa lang syo, narandaman ko na ikaw na ang babaeng para sa akin”

Napatingin muna ako sa kamay niya na buong highschool kong pinagnasaan at sa mukha nya. Ano ba to!!

Naiiyak ako kasi naiiyak din siya. Totoo ba ito?

At naramdaman ko ang yakap sa amin ni LORD…

Kami nga talaga para sa isa’t isa at ito na nga ang tamang panahon…ü

“Sometimes letting go is the only way to move forward…”

"FEELING BLUE"

There are times in our lives when we are swept over by raging emotions. Times when we are overwhelmed by sadness and overcome by misery. Times when we feel that we are loved only for the worth others could get from us and not who we really are. It is natural to feel this way. Sometimes we all need to be alone, to feel blue, to listen to a song and cry… Then we asked ourselves.. ” Why does this song have to end?” “Why do we have to cry when love is taken away from us?” “Why does it have to hurt when we let go og someone we truly love?” In a relationship we treasure, the hardest thing to do is saying goodbye and setting someone free. In every last embrace a part of us dies. Every teardrop that falls washes away our hopes. Then, we are left with nothing but pain and bitter memories because we have lost love but never knew how and will probably never know why. We try 2 get away but every move we make has its way of reminding us of the past all over again. Every turn of our head and every blink of an eye reminds us of love lost in eternity. It makes us wonder how one person can make us feel so empty, so alone and desolace. Every song, no matter how beautiful it is has to end.. For every beginning there is always and end and for every end there is always a new beginning, new life, new hopes new dreams.. We should not fear in falling in love, it may hurt us but how could we measure our love for that person if we cant feel the pain, the pain caused by the person we want to share forever with. Love is taking risk, If your not willing to take the risk the you are not ready to fall in love again..

"ECHOES OF OUR HEARTS"

“ECHOES OF OUR HEARTS”
Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen to the echoes of our hearts. We all fall inlove and there are times when we love so much that we lose ourselves in our own emotions. More often than not, We wonder why there are love that grows and love that grows cold. We would start to search for answers and try to find where love has gone wrong. But in the end, we find oursleves where we started for we cannot question love when it has its own reasons. Love will be as it always has been.. Silent, mysterious, and deeply profound. Many of us believe that love is forever, that love never dies.. only to be disillusioned in the end when we find our hands empty and our hearts longing. We mistakenly have look at love as a need to be fullfilled. But love is only a gift given to us, We should not hold it in our hands for we may never find the strength to let it go when it decides to leave. We should only embrace its warmth and glow while it lasts and then truly open our arms when its time to say goodbye. When we fall inlove with sum1, we dont want that feeling to end for it is everything we are and everything that we wanted to be. We pray that love will stay and grow in our hearts but if it doesnt, then we should never let our lives be taken by it.. For life should not end where heartaches begin. There is always a reason why we have to move on. When we have to say goodbye to the feelings we wanted to stay forever. Let us not wave our hands with a heavy heart. For love will have to set its wings free and find the place where it belongs. We may have lost it but then again, when we close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our hearts, we will hear that feeling resounding silently forever. Then we’l know that that it has never left us for the good that we have become because of love will always stay. It will always be there reminding us that we should be thankful and happy, not because we have lost love, but because for once in our lives that feeling lived in our hearts and made us happy.

"THE DANCE OF LIFE"

There were 2 hearts who met in a dance. That moment was magical. There was a sweet song playing, there was harmony and soon love in the air. They fell inlove and started building castles in their dreams and promise forever with all certainty, But, somewhere in the midst of fun they got lost in the dance.. Something went wrong but they can never do anything.. They were just drifting away, their fortress falling apart. There were so many questions but no one had an answer. The music stopped and then there was silence.. When we truly love someone, we give our best to let that person see the pureness of our intentions. But sometimes that person makes us cry and hurts us for the wrong reason, that someone must have loved us but she has not loved us enough to make her stand for what she truly felt. Now we are faced with the seemingly impossible task of forgetting. We have burdened ourselves long enough but we still cant get out of this emotional trap. Let us remember that the more we try 2 4get sum1 we love, the more painful letting go will become. Sometimes we never had to take that person out of our hearts at all, for she will always be there no matter how hard we try 2 drive her away. It isnt this presence that makes this difficult. It is our stubborness to accept our destiny that aligns forgetting next to imposibble. We keep a cold face but deep in our hearts, there is still that lingering hope for reconciliation. Somehow we still believe that we can rekindle small embers and relight the fire that once burned in our hearts. These thoughts give us hope but it also breeds the seeds of loneliness and despair. The only way to forget is to accept and the only way to move on is look ahead and let the footprints of the past be blown by the wind of time. Only then can our hearts find a partner in the dance of life nad hopefully never get lost agen……

perfect heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared — how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.” “Yes,” said the old man, “yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges — giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.