Sad Emo Love Stories/Cruel Fate

There was this guy who believed very much in true love and decided to take his time to wait for his right girl to appear. He believed that there would definitely be someone special out there for him, but none came.
Every year at Christmas, his ex-girlfriend would return from Vancouver to look him up. He was aware that she still held some hope of re-kindling the past romance with him. He did not wish to mislead her in any way. Hence, he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his girlfriend whenever she came back. That went on for several years and every year, the guy would get a different girl to pose as his romantic interest. Therefore, whenever the ex-girlfriend came to visit him, she would be led into believing that it was all over between her and the guy.

The girl took all these rather well. She often tries to casually tease him about his different girlfriends, or so, as it seemed! In fact, the girl often weeps secretly whenever she sees him with another girl but she was too proud to admit it. Still, she returned every Christmas, hoping to re-kindle some form of romance. But each time, she returned to Vancouver feeling disappointed.

She finally decided that she could not play this game any longer. Therefore, she confronted him and professed that after all these years, he was still the only man that she had ever loved. Although the guy knew of her feelings for him, he was still taken aback and never expected her to react this way. He always thought that she would slowly forget about him over time and come to terms that it was all over between them. Although he was touched by her undying love for him and wanted so much to accept her again, he remembered why he rejected her in the first place - she was not the one he wanted. As a result, he hardened his heart and turned her down cruelly. Since then, the girl did not return from Vancouver for three years. They did not even write to each other. The guy went on with his life as he continues his search for his one true love. However somehow deep inside him, he knew that he misses the girl.

During the Christmas of 1995, he went to his friend's party alone.
"Hey, how come you are all alone this year? Where are all your girlfriends? What happened to that Vancouver babe who joins you every Christmas?", asked one of his friends.
He felt warm and comforted by his friend's queries about her but still he simply surged on. Then, he came upon one of his many girlfriends whom he once requested to pose as his girlfriend. He wanted so much to ignore her. It wasn’t because he was impolite but because at that moment, he just didn't feel comfortable with those girlfriends anymore. He felt that it was almost as if he was being judged by them. The girl saw him and shouted across the floor for him. Unable to avoid her, he went up to acknowledge her.

"Hi. How are you? Enjoying the party?" the girl asked.
"Sure. Yeah!", he replied.

She was slightly tipsy from the whiskey in her hand.
She continued, "Why? Don't you need someone to pose as your girlfriend this year?"
Then he answered, "No, there is no need for that anymore..."

He was interrupted before he can continue.
"Oh yes! You must have found a girlfriend! You haven't been searching for one for the past years, right?"
The guy looked up as if he has struck gold. His face beamed and he looked directly at the drunken girl.
He replied, "Yes. You are right! I haven't been looking for anyone for the past years."

With that, the guy darted across the floor and out of the door, leaving the lady in much bewilderment. He finally realized that he had already found his dream girl and she was the Vancouver girl all along! The drunken lady has said something that awoken that fact in him.
All along he had found his girl. That was why he did not bother to look further when he realized she was not coming back. It was not any specific girl he was seeking! It was perfection that he wanted, and yes... Perfection!

Relationship is something that both parties should work on. Realizing that he had let someone so important in his life get away, he decided to call her immediately. His whole mind was flooded with fears. He was afraid that she might have found someone new or no longer had the same feelings anymore. For once in his life, he felt the fear of losing someone.

As it was Christmas’s eve, the line was quite hard to get through. It was especially so for an overseas call. He tried again and again, never giving up. Finally, he got through at precisely twelve midnight. He confessed his love for her and the girl was moved to tears. It seemed that she never got over him! She was still waiting for him and never gave up even after so long.

He was so excited to meet her and to begin his new chapter of their lives. He decided to fly to Vancouver to join her. It was the happiest time of their lives! But their happiness was short-lived. Two days before he was supposed to fly to Vancouver, he received a call from her father. She had a head-on car collision with a drunken driver. She passed away after being in a coma for six hours.
The guy was devastated and was at a complete loss. Why did fate play such cruel games with him? He cursed the heavens for taking her away from him, denying even one last look at her! How cruel he cursed! How he damned the Gods! How he hated himself for taking so long to realize his mistake!! That was in 1996.

The moral of this story is -
Treasure what you have.
Time is too slow for those who wait;
Too swift for those who fear;
Too long for those who grief;
Too short for those who rejoice;
But for those who love...
Time is Eternity.


For all of you out there with someone special in your heart, cherish that person. Cherish every moment that you spend together with that special someone, for in life, anything can happen anytime. You may painfully regret only to realise that it is too late.

Emo Love Story /Not A Fairy Tale

My life was never a fairy tale. I didn't have a very happy childhood. I didn’t have a very happy life. All my boyfriends left me after three months. I felt cursed. I am twenty years old and I don’t know if the problem lies with me or my family. All I know is that I have problems with them and I have given them so much pain.

I was very sad with my life and I wasn’t thinking properly. I met a guy who was introduced by a friend. After a week, I got pregnant with his baby. My sad life became sadder. My life became filled with darkness. I even asked God for the reason for keeping me alive. Why had he not taken my life away from me? I felt so worthless that I thought I would be better off dying than to experience more pain. The father of my baby doesn't love me and we got married because my parents forced him to do so. I tried very hard to gain his love for a year after marriage even though he has plenty of girls and he often shows them off to me right in my face.
One day, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him not to come back as I didn't want him to stay with me again. He did just that. I went back to college and tried to finish my studies so that I can get a job to support my daughter. I love my baby so much and I want to give her all the love that I can even though I'm just a single parent. I was very glad when I graduated from college. Ever since then, I dedicate my life to my baby. That was two years and three months after I got separated from the baby’s father. Deep in my heart, I wish that one day, God will give me someone who will love me for who I am, accept me, my baby, my past and love me forever. I am always praying for that as I just want to be happy.

On May 16th 2009, I logged on to MySpace and kept myself online while I was cleaning my house. A guy named Rising sent me a message telling me that he wants to know me better and would like to get my number and email address so we could talk. I thought there was no harm and agreed. However, I did not take the guy seriously as his profile states that he is from London and he is handsome like a model. To sum it up, he is very gorgeous and I didn’t think he would be interested in me. I gave him my email address and we start chatting.

He asked me if I could be his girlfriend. I thought he was trying to play games with me. I hesitated at first but decided to give it a try. I reminded myself to set boundaries and not to get too serious as he might just be toying with me. When we chatted the next day, he told me he was very happy when I agreed to be his girlfriend. The conditions are if I found out he’s just fooling around and toying with me, the relationship will end. He promised that he will be true to me.

Since that day, he has kept to his promise. I felt loved even though our main form of communications was only through chatting online, short text messages or phone calls. He introduced me to his parents and I was able to talk to them online. Both his parents were nice and sweet people. They kept telling me how much their son like talking about me. Our relationship continued for four months. We talked about everything and he promised to visit me after he graduates from college in October. He is the sweetest and nicest person I have ever met. He would send me text messages just to tell me that he loves me. He would call me in the middle of the night just to tell that he couldn't sleep because he was thinking about me. In the course of our relationship, I have learned to love him. The boundaries I set were gone. I loved him so much. I never thought that I am capable of loving a person that much even though I haven't met him personally. I have only seen him in pictures and on webcam. We would chat everyday. Even though he was busy, he would find time to talk to me everyday, even if it was just for thirty minutes. We made it a point to at least talk to each other everyday since we are miles away.


He called me in September and said that he could come by earlier. He said he will be here on the September 29th instead of the second week of October. We were very happy and excited as we looked forward to being together at last. He proposed a marriage and I gladly accepted it. I knew he was the right person for me. He promised that he would never leave me and he would love me forever. He often tells me that only death can set us apart. For the first time in my life, I felt so loved, treasured and cared for. I felt so blessed. I thank God for hearing my prayers and giving him to me. He is an answered prayer.


We chatted again on September 28th, the day before his flight. It was morning in his country and he told me that his flight was at 8.00 p.m. However, he was in a hurry to leave. He told me that he has to prepare for his flight.
I remembered saying, "Honey, please don't leave me yet."
He replied, "Ok honey, I will stay."
He went on to tell me that his parents were already preparing for our wedding and he had bought an engagement ring for me. His mom also gave him her wedding ring for us. I was surprised but very happy. He told me that we would be married in three weeks time. At that point of time, I felt that I was the happiest woman in the world.
Before he left, I told him that I will be waiting for him at the airport and he said, "Honey, don't be late."
The day that I have been waiting for came on September 29th. I didn’t get enough sleep as I was too excited but I still woke up early. I arrived at the airport at 9.00 a.m. I was early as he said he would arrive at 11.00 a.m. However, he did not arrived on time. I waited till 7.00 p.m. in the evening and he was still not here. I became very nervous and worried. I tried unsuccessfully to contact him and his best friend via their cell phones. I ended up crying in the restroom as I was so worried about him. I left the airport at 9.00 p.m. as there was still no sign of him. I felt tired and worried as he didn't show up. It never occurred to me that he did not make his way over or that he had fooled me. I felt that something had happened and I was really worried. I cried for a couple of days.
I was in the office on October 1st when I received an offline message from his dad.
“Hello my daughter,
How are you doing today? This is Rising's father and I will like to inform you right now I am in West Africa, Nigeria because I received a call that my son and his best friend Michael had a car accident on the way to your country and my son died instantly. Michael is still in the hospital. Hence, I will like to inform you that you have to go back to your husband so that he can take care of your baby because your baby needs a father. Right now, I have lost all that I have in this world and I do not know want to do. I cannot let my only son to just leave me like that. Michael told me that before Rising died, he said that you should go back to your husband so that he can take care of your baby and that he loves you very much. He is sorry he didn't get to buy your baby very nice things that he promised. My daughter, I am writing to you with tears in my eyes as I have been crying but I realized that no matter how long I cry, it cannot bring my son back. I will like you to be strong okay? You can mail me if you need anything. Bye for now."

I felt numbed at that moment. Then, I burst out in tears. I didn’t care if my office mates saw me crying. I was shaking while I read his dad's message and I didn’t know where to go. I wanted to run to him, see him and talk to him. I wanted his dad to take back all what he had just said and tell me it’s all a lie. How can my love leave me just like that? How can God take back the gift that he just gave me? We haven’t even started to fulfill our plans and dreams together.

I felt like a very big part of me died that day. I never felt that alone. I never felt that cold. I cried day and night. I talked to his picture and asked his spirit to show up or even just appear in my dreams so we could talk. I couldn't move on. I love him so much. I didn't know why God has to take away that happiness he just gave me. Why did he have to take away that true love that just came?
I didn’t know if fate played a cruel trick on me. His dad updated me on what happened via email on September 29th but it was sent into my spam mail instead of inbox. His dad gave me an offline message because he said I did not respond.


Since he died, I continued sending him messages everyday. I also sent him emails. It keeps my hopes up for a reply from him. It's like I'm holding on to a thread but I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I want him to know that I love him so much and nothing has changed. Up till now, I still didn’t understand why god took Rising away from me. Why did my love leave me and not keep his promise?
My life is not a fairy tale. Fairy tales are only found in story books. However, I knew that in the short span of four months, I have experienced a fairy tale; my very own fairy tale. Even if it's not a happily ever after, I know I have met my prince charming and he gave me a lot of happiness in my life. He gave me only what true love can give and it is the love Rising gave me.

Great Love Story Kindness

One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk.
He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"
"You don't owe me anything," she replied.
"Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness."
He said, "Then I thank you from my heart."

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.
Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.

Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown, he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.

After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, and then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught her attention on the side as she read these words...
"Paid in full with one glass of milk. (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly."
Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed, "Thank You, God, your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."

Great Love Stories Your Baby Girl

Dear Mommy,
I am in heaven now. I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existence. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.
Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much.
One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.
That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean Monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me.

The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please! Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.
I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't, all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.
I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.

The angel took me away to a wonderful place. Then I was happy. I asked the angel what was the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is, I guess that's the name of the monster.
I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful.
It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.
Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.

Love,
Your Baby Girl

Greatest Love Stories Mum

When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
 When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by not bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old she drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
 When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, and carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder in your heart.

If you love your Mom and you thank her deeply, it is never too late to do something for her that touches her heart.

Best Love Story Movies/ Magic Moment

It was 10.15 a.m. as I read the time from my sports wristwatch and realized that I only have another two minutes to make it for the bus ride. I would have made it on time if it hadn’t been for my massive breakfast. I noticed the bus stop was completely empty and there was not a single soul. I was amazed as downtown Manhattan is usually crowded with New Yorkers rushing for work, shopping, dates, etc.

As I glanced at the rising sun, I noticed an elderly man in his seventies holding a cane with his right hand. He was with someone whom I couldn’t see clearly due to the person’s face being drowned by the shadows of the tall skyscrapers. The light separated them as the elderly man had sunlight on him. They approached the end of the sidewalk and proceeded to cross this extremely large road opposite me. I looked at the incoming traffic and waited for my chance to cross the road and hopefully lend a helping hand. I had just taken my first step when a pickup truck almost hit me as it roared by. Luckily, I managed to jump back in time.

When the sunlight finally stopped glaring at me, I saw a shadowy figure next to the elderly man appear from the corner of my eyes. The sight of her drove my senses into ecstasy and my mind couldn’t find the right expression to describe her beauty. Her young beauty was so intense that I couldn’t take my eyes off her. While I was mesmerized by her, they had already crossed the street and were standing four feet behind me.
“This is the first time you will have to make the trip by yourself, my love.”
“Be careful and use your cane.” says the elderly man.
She was walking fine I thought to myself.
“I’ll meet you in Central Park after your appointment, sweetheart.”

The elderly man brushes her hair back and kisses her on her forehead. While I was looking at them, she took a quick glance up at me while the elderly man had his back facing me. I lifted my wrist to my chest to pretend to look at the time. The elderly man finally said goodbye and went the opposite direction to where he came from. As soon as he could no longer to be seen, she tapped on my shoulders gently. I felt a sense of relieve as the tension in me eases and every tap feels like a massage. I snapped out of my daze at her third tap.
She hands me a note and it reads, “Can you help me get onto the bus and tell me which stop is Union Square?”
“Yes” I mumbled in a barely audible voice and nodded my head.

Then she hands me another note that says, “Sorry but I am going blind and I can’t speak so I really appreciate this kindness.”

I think she must have written these notes before she came to the bus stop. I felt so sorry for her and it wasn’t because she’s blind but because of what she is going to miss out on. She will definitely miss out on seeing her own appearance in the mirror. These include her hair which is the very essence of her beauty which ran down from the left and right of her cheeks down to her chin in layers, her ruby red lips, her flawless nose and her beautiful eyes. Her eyes are the most beautiful part of her face as they glimmer with pure innocence.
She held a notepad and started writing. I was hoping she will write a note telling me she is attracted to me. She ripped the freshly written note and handed it over to me.
It reads, “What time is it?”

What was I thinking? She probably can’t see clearly and I am hoping to attract her with my looks. I looked at my watch and just as I was about tell her the time, the bus finally came.
The driver opened his doors and as I stepped into the bus, I noticed it was a high step from the sidewalk to the bus. I also noticed that the sidewalk has a two feet ditch where the bus stopped. Hence, I hopped back off the bus, grabbed her hands and helped her into the bus. I let go of her hands to pay the driver my fee and I noticed there wasn’t a free seat in sight. I turned around to see her trying to pop her fee into the deposit box. She looked helpless but she was determined. I ran back to her so fast that I almost fell. I helped her pay her fee, held her hands and whispered into her ears.
“There are no available seats and it is 10.30 a.m. I’ll accompany you during this ride.”
She nodded her head and smiled.
There was an empty handrail about four steps away. I guided her towards the empty handrail. We ended up in a position where her back was against my chest and her hands were on the same handrail as mine. I moved my hands closer to hers on the handrail and I could smell the sweet and creamy scent of pure fresh flowers as her head was directly beneath my nose. At that moment, I hoped that the twenty minutes of bus ride could last longer.
As I stretched my neck towards the left side of her face, I noticed her smiling and I whispered, “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you smiling?”
She lets go of the handrail, turns around and wrapped her left hand with mine. She took her notepad and started writing. While she writes, I admire her beauty and try to memorize every detail, every aspect and every moment so that it will never be erased from my memory.
When she’s finally done with the note, it says, “I’m smiling because you were trying so hard to relax your hands on mine but at the same time not trying too hard. I know that because I could feel the warmth of your hands on the handrail.”
Soon, I realized that the bus is almost at her destination.
I have to tell her how I felt so I said, “Sorry to be straightforward but the bus is almost at your destination and that’s when you get off and I will probably never see you ever again. I have to tell you that you bring pleasure to my senses and stir emotions through me because you are lovely, graceful and delicate. You are definitely the most exquisitely beautiful lady I’ve ever seen.”
The whole time I was telling her that, she was smiling at me with an angelic smile.
I asked her, “What’s your name?”
She writes the words “Angelica” on my hand. No other name can come closer to what I’m seeing right now.
As the bus finally comes to a complete stop, I said to her, “This is your stop.”
She nodded and proceeds to grab my hand. At that point in time, the song “This Magic Moments” by The Drifters started ringing in my head.

I helped her get off the bus and there was a doctor waiting at the bus stop.
He asked me, “Is this Angelica?”
I said, “Yes.”
“Well, asked her to come inside when she’s done.”
“Ok.”

When I let her go, she turned around and hugged me. While she was walking away, she turned around one last time, looked at me straight and smiles. I boarded the same bus and went back to the same spot to relive those magical twenty minutes.


When I got back, I found a letter in my pocket and it reads, “This is the first time I am outside on the streets by myself and I was lucky to meet an amazing and caring gentlemen. I used my last ounce of eye power just to look at you when I turned around to hand you the note in the bus and all I saw was a warm and caring heart. That was all I wanted to see, thank you so much.”
After that day, I rode that same bus to the same place standing at the same spot everyday. However, I did not see her ever again.

Best Love Story /The Missing Rib

A girl in love asked her boyfriend.

Girl: Tell me. Who do you love most in this world?
Boy: You, of course!
Girl: In your heart, what am I to you?

The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, "You are my rib. It was said that God saw that Adam was lonely. Hence, when Adam was sleeping, God took one of his rib and created Eve. Ever since then, every man has been searching for his missing rib. It is said that only when you find the woman of your life then you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart."

The girl was extremely touched at his reply. Before long, there were married. After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedules in their lives and the never ending worries of daily problems. Their life became mundane. All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other. The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.
One day, after a particularly heated quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.
At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!"

The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse retorted, "Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"

Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while. He regretted what he said but the words spoken are like water that was thrown away, you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined to breakup.

Before she left the house she said, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please let me go."
She continued, "It is less painful this way. Let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners."

Five years went by...

He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly. She had left the country for a while but retuned eventually. She had married a foreigner and that relationship ended with a divorce. He felt anguished that she never waited for him.
In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing her.

One day, they finally met each other by chance at the airport, a place where there were many reunions and goodbyes. He was going away on a business trip. She was standing there alone. They were separated by the security door She smiled at him gently.

Boy: How are you?
Girl: I'm fine. How about you? Have you found your missing rib?
Boy: No.
Girl: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.
Boy: I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back. You know my number. Nothing has changed.

With a smile, she turned around and waved goodbye.
Goodbye...

One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York in the event that shocked the world on September 11.

Once again on another dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette. And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He finally knew. She was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.
Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. More often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental. We vent our frustrations 99% of the time at our loved ones. And even though we know that we ought to "Think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than done.

Many of the things which happened each day are beyond our control. Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives.

Tomorrow may never come. Give and accept what you have today

Love Stories The Envelope

Girl: Hey baby i want to show you....
 
Boy: ( cutting her off ) Ugh I'm so mad
 
Girl: Why? Whats wrong ?
 
Boy: Ugh everything
 
Girl: Explain baby
 
Boy: Just lost a championship game, parents flipped out on me for no reason, and im catching a cold
 
Girl: Well hey there will always be other games, you know I'll take care of you when your sick, what your parents flip about ?
 
Boy: They are making me pay them for a car repair
 
Girl: Is it a lot of money
 
Boy: No it just sucks
 
Boy: But hey I dont feel well I'm going to go lay down
 
Boy: Bye
 
Girl: Wait I want to give you some...
 
Boy: Can't It wait 'til tommorow ?
 
Girl: Yeah, sure
 
Girl: Bye
 
Boy: Bye
2 hours later a friend of hers asks her to go for a drive ...she goes.....
Her friend swerved to avoid a truck....hitting a tree instead
Her friend was killed instantly....she's in critical condition
This is the conversation between her sister and her boyfriend.....

Sister: Omg ( crying )
 
Boy: What? Whats wrong ?
 
Sister: My sister...your girlfriend was involved in a major car wreck
 
Boy: Is she OK??????
 
Sister: She's in critical condition
 
Boy: I'll be there in 10 minutes
He shows up to the hospital room ...standing outside the door going over the last conversation in his mind over and over as he heard the machines beep and beep and breathing tubes pump oxygen into her lungs

Boy: She wanted to give me something or tell me something
 
Girls mom: Yeah this...
It was an envelope smelling like she sealed it with a kiss in lipstick
He opened it.....
It said ..... You're everything to me....I love you with everything I am and everything I have...I want to spend the rest of my life with you


Sealed in it was a ripped movie ticket from the first movie they went to...
...and the first picture they took together
He kissed the picture as a tear fell from his face onto the picture
It looked as if in the picture she was crying
Then the machines flatlined....3 minutes later she was pronounced dead

Love Story/ Beautiful Heart

The more hurt and pain you have gone through in life, the stronger and more beautiful your heart will be...
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 it was 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? 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 mine 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 for them. 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 fits, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart. It was not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.
How sad it must be to go through life with a whole heart.

Remember... Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody is watching.

What good is your heart if you have never given it to someone? What good is your heart if you stop loving? You were given your heart to share, love, hurt, smile and feel emotions so allow your heart to beat and beat loudly! Love conquers all. Love yourself and others will run towards your loving beating heart! Hence, go through life spreading your love and be loved in return and you'll live a richer life than a billionaire.

Tagalog Love Stories /Jelly Beans

Hindi ako mahilig sa jelly beans. Pero nung dumating yung jelly beans galing sa sister ng roommate ko, naintriga ako. Isang malaking garapon ng jelly beans na siguro ay mga 1000 ang laman at may 49 flavors. Hinanap ko agad yung chocolate pudding na flavor na nakalagay sa listahan. Lahat ng kulay brown, kinuha ko. Pero hindi chocolate ang lasa ng mga jelly beans na kinain ko.

May coffee, may plum, may licorice, may rootbeer... ngunit walang chocolate. Sa kakahanap ng chocolate flavor, hindi ko napapansin ang ibang 48 flavors na nasa garapon. At na-realize ko, ikaw ang the elusive chocolate pudding flavor na jelly bean sa buhay ko. Na-obsessed ako sa lahat ng kulay brown na jelly beans. Iyong roommate ko, na-explore na yung ibang flavor.
May bubble gum flavor, may piña colada, may peanut butter, may sizzling cinnamon, may caramel popcorn. Lahat yun, nasarapan sya. Ako, hindi ko pinapansin ang ibang jelly beans. Naka-tuon ang pansin ko sa brown jelly beans.

Parang ikaw. Sa kakahabol sa iyo, hindi ko na napansin ang ibang lalake sa paligid ko. Masyado akong naka-focus sa yo, kaya napapalampas ko na ang mga matitinong lalake na nagbibigay interes sa akin. Parang yung ibang flavors ng jelly beans na hindi ko natikman dahil ang gusto ko talaga eh yung chocolate pudding.
Iyong roommate ko, natikman na nya ang chocolate pudding na jelly bean. Ang swerte naman niya, natikman nya agad ang flavor na gusto ko. Hindi niya hinahangad, yun pa ang napunta sa kanya. Sabi niya, hindi naman daw masarap ung chocolate pudding na jelly bean. Ordinaryo lang ang lasa. Hindi tulad nung mga favorite nyang flavor. Pinatikim nya sa akin yung toasted marshmallow saka ung strawberry cheesecake, masarap naman. Pero, yung chocolate pudding talaga gusto ko eh. Ganon yata talaga yun.
Mas gusto natin yung hindi natin nakukuha. Nung finally natikman ko ang chocolate pudding na jelly bean, napasigaw ako. At last, nakuha ko rin ang gusto ko. Pero, nung ninamnam ko ang lasa, hindi nga sya masarap.

Hindi sya ganun ka fabulous. Parang ordinaryong chocolate lang na pinalambot. Pero ang saya nung feeling na finally, nakuha ko rin yun. Matapos akong mapurga sa licorice at root beer flavors.
Hindi ko pa natitikman ang lahat ng 49 flavors na jelly beans sa garapon. Nangangalahati na ang laman pero chocolate pa rin ang hinahanap ko kapag binubuksan ko ang takip. Fixated pa rin ako sa mga kulay brown na beans, kahit na mas appealing ang pink, violet at blue. Madalas, ibang flavor na nakukuha ko pero kapag sinuswerte, nahahagilap ko rin ang chocolate pudding.


Oo, hindi worth the aggravation ang paghahanap sa chocolate pudding. Hindi worth ang paghahabol ko sa yo. Ordinaryo ka lang naman. Marami pang hihigit sa yo. May mga blueberry o cotton candy o strawberry daiquiri flavors na lalake sa paligid ko pero hindi ko pinapansin.
Pero bakit kapag kakain ako ng jelly beans, chocolate pudding pa rin ang hinahanap ko? Bakit kahit na marami naman lalake dyan, ikaw pa rin ang gusto ko? Hay, siguro dahil sa nakasanayan ko na.
one of my sample stories that truly catches the heart...
As i always say,

You Never Lose By Loving......
You Always Lose By Holding Back....

Love Story /Understanding Love

Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.

One day it was announced to all the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. Hence, all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help.
Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?"

Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."
Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel.
Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please."
"I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."
Next, Love saw Sadness passing by.
Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you."
Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."
Then, Love saw Happiness.

Love cried out, " Happiness, please take me with you."
But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Love began to cry.
Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me."
It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.
Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?"
"It was Time", Knowledge answered.
"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.
Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered,
"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

Online Love Stories/ Jeremy's Egg

Jeremy was born with a twisted body, a slow mind and a chronic, terminal illness that had been slowly killing him all his young life. Still, his parents had tried to give him as normal a life as possible and had sent him to St. Theresa's Elementary School. At the age of 12, Jeremy was only in second grade, seemingly unable to learn. His teacher, Doris Miller, often became exasperated with him. He would squirm in his seat, drool and make grunting noises. At other times, he spoke clearly and distinctly, as if a spot of light had penetrated the darkness of his brain. Most of the time, however, Jeremy irritated his teacher.

One day, she called his parents and asked them to come to St. Teresa's for a consultation.
As the Forresters sat quietly in the empty classroom, Doris said to them, "Jeremy really belongs in a special school. It isn't fair to him to be with younger children who don't have learning problems. Why, there is a five-year gap between his age and that of the other students!"

Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a tissue while her husband spoke.
"Miss Miller," he said, "there is no school of that kind nearby. It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take him out of this school. We know he really likes it here."

Doris sat for a long time after they left, staring at the snow outside the window. Its coldness seemed to seep into her soul. She wanted to sympathize with the Forresters. After all, their only child had a terminal illness. It wasn't fair to keep him in her class. She had 18 other youngsters to teach and Jeremy was a distraction. Furthermore, he would never learn to read or write. Why waste any more time trying?
As she pondered the situation, guilt washed over her.

"Oh God," she said aloud, "here I am complaining when my problems are nothing compared with that poor family! Please help me to be more patient with Jeremy."

From that day on, she tried hard to ignore Jeremy's noises and his blank stares. Then, one day he limped to her desk, dragging his bad leg behind him.
"I love you, Miss Miller," he exclaimed, loudly enough for the whole class to hear.
The other children snickered, and Doris' face turned red.

She stammered, "Wh-Why, that's very nice, Jeremy. Now, please take your seat."
Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of Easter. Doris told them the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize the idea of new life springing forth, she gave each of the children a large plastic egg.
"Now," she said to them, "I want you to take this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that shows new life. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Miller!" the children responded enthusiastically - all except for Jeremy. He just listened intently, his eyes never left her face. He did not even make his usual noises. Had he understood what she had said about Jesus' death and resurrection? Did he understand the assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the project to them.

That evening, Doris' kitchen sink clogged up. She called the landlord and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it.

After that, she still had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse and prepare a vocabulary test for the next day. She completely forgot about phoning Jeremy's parents.
The next morning, 19 children came to school, laughing and talking as they placed their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss Miller's desk.

After they completed their math lesson, it was time to open the eggs. In the first egg, Doris found a flower.
"Oh yes, a flower is certainly a sign of new life," she said.
"When plants peek through the ground we know that spring is here."

A small girl in the first row waved her arms.
"That's my egg, Miss Miller," she called out.

The next egg contained a plastic butterfly, which looked very real. Doris held it up.
"We all know that a caterpillar changes and turns into a beautiful butterfly. Yes, that is new life, too."
Little Judy smiled proudly and said, "Miss Miller, that one is mine."
Next Doris found a rock with moss on it. She explained that the moss, too, showed life. Billy spoke up from the back of the classroom.
"My Daddy helped me!" he beamed.

Then Doris opened the fourth egg. She gasped. The egg was empty! Surely it must be Jeremy's, she thought, and, of course, he did not understand her instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone his parents. Because she did not want to embarrass him, she quietly set the egg aside and reached for another.
Suddenly Jeremy spoke up.
"Miss Miller, aren't you going to talk about my egg?"
Flustered, Doris replied, "But Jeremy, your egg is empty!"
He looked into her eyes and said softly, "Yes, but Jesus' tomb was empty too!"
Time stopped.

When she could speak again Doris asked him, "Do you know why the tomb was empty?"
"Oh yes!" Jeremy exclaimed.
"Jesus was killed and put in there. Then his Father raised him up!"
The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the school yard, Doris cried. The coldness inside her had melted away completely.

Three months later Jeremy died. Those who paid their respects at the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, all of them empty.

Free Online Love Story /Chain Of Love

He was driving home one evening on a two-lane country road. Work in this small Midwestern community was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.

It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country. He could go down this road blind and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy.

It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on. He almost didn't see the old lady stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you.

He said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan."

Well, all she had was a flat tire but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk.

She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance that they needed and Bryan added "...and think of me."
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant.

Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an out of work actor. It didn't ring much. Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal and the waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be, and then she noticed something written on a napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said:
"You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped ME out the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low,
"Everything's going to be all right, I love you, Bryan."

Please note that this story is an expanded version of the song Chain Of Love by Clay Walker. All rights for this story belong to its respective owners and We do not owe any rights to this story.

Online Love Story /There Is Always A Silver Lining

You know when a tragedy strikes people always try and comfort you by telling you there is always a silver lining, that something good always comes out of it, and that everything will be okay. We never feel this way until after the fact. Well for me, the silver lining has been revealed.

I was twenty-one (now only twenty-two)year old party girl going nowhere in life. Drinking liters of vodka in just a few days time every night. I lived for the next drink, party, and bar. May 18, 2009 tragedy struck. I was driving and on my way to work and ended up rear ending a utility van that was stopped and turning left off of the highway. I was traveling at about sixty miles per hour, did not even try to stop, and with no seat belt on. (I do not remember the accident at all, these were all events I was told about later.)

I was rushed to the hospital. I had broken my left ankle in 3 places, severed the tendons under both knee caps, broken my right hip socket completely off, cracked 8 ribs, and had a major cut on my forehead. I was in ICU for four days and in a regular room for five more days. I was told I would be in a wheelchair for three
months and even after that would be walking with a walker. It would take me a year to recover. During this time is when my life seemed it was going to change for the worst.

What I didn't realize was that my life was in fact about to change but for the better. I am a gamer and have been a part of a gaming website for a little over a year. A friend of mine from there contacted me to check up on me. He was very concerned and that made me very happy. He sent me a care package of gaming items when I got home from the hospital. He held game nights of my favorite games. We then started talking more and more. I mean we had known of one another for a long time but never did we think we would become a couple. Yet, we did. We talked on the phone for eight to twelve hours a day for three months. Once I was out of my wheelchair I flew to see him. He has been my saving grace. I am no longer on the path to destruction and alcoholism. I am the happiest I have ever been even after my tragic accident. He has been here for me through everything. My pain, stress, and triumph over injuries.

You never know what a horrible incident can bring you. Just know that no matter how bad a situation may seem there is a reason it happened, and you should always keep your head held high.

Love Letter Story /An Old Love Letter

Brandy Station,
Sunday night, Nov. 1 [1863]
My dear Mollie

I recieved a letter today from a very handsome lady to play cupid. Although not accompanied by her likeness yet her image was so indelibly impressed upon my mind that the likeness itself could not recall the features more vividly than they are impressed. I first met her in a village in Western Va when I was about 17 years old and she 8. I afterwards saw her frequently and occasionally was in her company, and nonwithstanding the disparity of our ages, I became so favorably impressed with her fair face and gentle manners that I frequently said to myself that I wished she was older or I younger.

In 3 to 4 years she had grown so much that the disparity in age seemed to grow less. Never did a lady witness the budding of a flower with more requisite pleasure than did I the budding of that pretty little girl into womanhood. She made much of my thoughts while in Mexico and more upon my return home. While at the University of Va., I not infrequently found my thoughts wandering from the dry textbook to contemplate by the aid of memory the features and form of this little girl.

After I completed my studies, I traveled in the west and expected to find a home in some western state, but not finding a place to suit me, together with the persuasions of that fair face, induced me to return.
I entered, as you know, actively into the pursuit of my profession with the determination to make at least a fair reputation and tried to withdraw my thought from everything else, but I found this little fairy constantly and pleasantly intruding into all my plans, whether of pleasure or interest. At this period she met me politely and respectfully but seemed to grow more distant, coy & reserved, so that I frequently thought that even the ordinary attentions of common politeness & courtesy were no special source of pleasure to her.
In a few instances when she has arrived at about the age of 15 this shyness and reserve seemed to be forgotten, and I would pass an hour or two in the enjoyment of her company with great pleasure to myself and I imagined with at least satisfaction, if not enjoyment, to her. I began to think that my happiness was identified with hers. I began to pay her special visits or at least seek opportunities by which I might be in her company. I sought her society on pleasure rides and thought it not a hardship to ride 65 miles in 24 hours if part of the time might be spent with her. She always exhibited or observed the decorum of modest reserve which might be construed into neither encouragement nor discouragement.

After the delibertation & reflection which I thought due to a matter which involved my happiness for life, I felt that her destiny and mine were probably intended to be united, and that all the adverse counsel which I could give myself could bring no objections. I felt that I ought both as a matter of duty and happiness give my whole life to her, who for 9 years had my attention and devotion, though concealed love.
After a few little billets and interviews, and with a full declaration of the love I desired to bestow, I received a measured and loving response and was made most happy in the anticipation of the celebration of the nuptials fixed at some 6 months hence. This time glided nicely & happily, though not too rapidly, away from me. The hours of leisure were spent with her and my visits were always welcomed with that cordial welcome, that maiden modesty, so much to be admired. Tis true that on one occasion she did rest her elbow upon my knee and look with confidential pleasure in my face and made me realize that indeed I had her whole heart.

Suffice it to say, the happy day of our marriage arrived and since then, hours, days, and years of time, confidence & happiness passed rapidly away, and only to make us feel that happy as were the hours of youthful days, they compare not with those of later years and perhaps even these may not be equal to that which is in reserve for us.

I dont know how much pleasure it affords you to go over these days of the past, but to me they will ever be remembered as days of felicity. And how happy the thought that years increase the affection & esteem we have for each other to love & be loved. May it ever be so, and may I ever be a husband worthy of your warmest affections. May I make you happy and in so doing be made happy in return. A sweet kiss and embrace to your greeting.

But maybe you will say it looks ridiculous to see a man getting grayhaired to be writing love letters, so I will use the remnant of my paper otherwise...

Yours affectionately H Black

Touch Story /The Nicest Things

He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minnesota. All thirty-four of my students were dear to me but Mark Eklund was one in a million. He was very neat in appearance and he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful.
Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I correct him for misbehaving.

"Thank you for correcting me, Sister!"
I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.
One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often and I made a novice teacher's mistake.

I looked at him and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!"
It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again."
I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.

I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk, removed the tape and shrugged my shoulders.
His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."

At the end of the year I was asked to teach junior high math. The years flew by and before I knew it, Mark was in my class again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to learn the "new math", he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in the third.
One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. Hence, I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Following that, I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers.

Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend."
That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling.
"Really?" I heard whispered.
"I never knew that meant anything to anyone!"
"I didn't know others liked me so much!"

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.

That group of students moved on. Several years later, my parents met me at the airport after I returned from a vacation. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip, the weather and my experiences in general. There was a light lull in the conversation.
Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, "Dad?"

My father cleared his throat as he usually did before saying something important.
"The Eklunds called last night." He began.
"Really?" I said.
"I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is."
Dad responded quietly.
"Mark was killed in Vietnam." He said.
"The funeral is tomorrow and his parents would like it if you could attend."

I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome and mature. All I could think at that moment was I would give all the masking tape in the world if only Mark would talk to me again.
The church was packed with Mark's friends. The pastor said the usual prayers and the bugler played taps. One by one, those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water.
I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who had acted as pallbearer came up to me.
"Were you Mark's math teacher?" He asked.
I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin.
"Mark talked about you a lot." He said.
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chucks farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there and they were obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something." His father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket.
"They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that." Mark's mother said.
"As you can see, Mark treasured it."
Mark's classmates started to gather around us.
Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put this in our wedding album."
"I have mine too,"
Marilyn said, "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group.
"I carry this with me at all times." Vicki said without batting an eyelash.
"I think we all saved our lists."

That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The purpose of this story is to encourage everyone to compliment the people you love and care about. We often tend to forget the importance of showing our affections and love. Sometimes the smallest of things could mean the most to another. Please spread this story around to spread the message that we should constantly encourage people around us, express our love and care by complimenting on others and be open with communication. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day and we don't know when that one day will be. Tell them, before it is too late.

Touching Stories /Rich Dad Poor Son

One day. a father and his rich family took his young son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family.

When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"
"Very good, Dad!"
"Did you see how poor people can be?" The father asked.
"Yeah!"
"And what did you learn?"

The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home and they have four. We have a pool that reaches the middle of the garden; they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our patio reaches the front yard, they have a whole horizon.”
His father was speechless.

His son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are!"
Isn't it true that it all depends on the way you look at things? If you have love, friends, family, health, good humour and a positive attitude toward life, you've got everything! You can't buy any of these things. You can have all the material possessions you can imagine, provisions for the future, etc., but if you are poor in spirit, you have nothing!

Touching Love Story /Loving 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 to be the photographer.
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."

Heart Touching Stories A Racer's Anniversary

It's been three months since we've started dating. Ever since 9th grade, we've always dreamt of being together. I used to give him love letters everyday when we were in high school. I'm in love with one of the best racers in the city. That gives me a good reputation. Well ever since he's got that car, he's been working on it 24/7. We barely have any time together anymore. On our last month anniversary, I bought him a new part for his car. He would always promise that he would get me something better if I wait... So i do. He told me not to buy him anymore things for him as he said it's his job to buy me things so I stopped and waited for our anniversaries.

- A Month Later
It's August 1st, and its our 4th anniversary. I see this beautiful necklace in a catalog I got in the mail. He walks in and puts his tools down to get a drink...
Mark: Hey babe, what are u doing?
Angelica: Looking at some jewelry.
Mark: Oh cool.

Angelica: By the way babe... Do u know what day it is?
Mark: Is it race night?
Angelica: No... Nevermind forget it.

Mark: Ok (Walks back into the garage to work on the car)
I stared at the catalog and touched the picture of the necklace while a teardrop fell onto the page. I went into the room and cried for about two hours straight. He didn't even notice how I felt that night. He has never gotten me anything for any of our anniversaries. I've waited for 4 months and yet there was still nothing.
- Another Month Later

It's September 1st, and its our 5th anniversary. I'm flipping through the channels and I found the first movie that we ever watched together. As usual, he was working on his car. He walks in to wash his hands...
Mark: Hey babe, what are you doing?
Angelica: Watching the first movie that we ever watched together.
Mark: Oh I remember that... (Smiles and walks out)
Angelica: Wait...
Mark: (Walks in again) Yes babe?
Angelica: Do u know what day is today?
Mark: Yeah it's friday... Why?
Angelica: Nothing... Never mind.
Mark: Oh Ok (Walks back into the garage)

I turned the TV off and ran into my room and cried for three hours this time. He still didn't notice it. He has never gotten me anything for any of our anniversaries. I've waited 5 months and still nothing.

- Another Month Passes

It's October 1st, and it's our 6th anniversary. I'm reading the love letters that he wrote to me when we were still in high school. He walks in and gives me a kiss on the cheek...

Mark: Hey babe, what are you doing?
Angelica: Reading your old love letters from high school.
Mark: (Giggle with embarrassment) I remember those... Those were so silly.
Angelica: By the way... Where did you put the love letters that I gave you?
Mark: Uhhh???... In the car...
Angelica: Oh.. "I stood there in disbelief"
Mark: Well anyway... Guess what day it is today babe?
Angelica: (Smiles with joy) What day is it today?...
In my mind - "He finally remembered what day it is!"
Mark: Today is the day my new tires come in that I ordered online (Smiles)
Angelica: Oh yeah I remember.... (Frowns)...
In my mind - "He still doesn't know"
Mark: It's gonna come this afternoon. I'll go wait for it outside. (Runs outside)
I tried to open the last letter but it was too wet with tears. I ran to the room and cried for four hours this time. He still didn't notice. He has never gotten me anything for any of our anniversaries. I've waited 6 months and still nothing.
- Another Month Gone By

It's November 1st, and it's our 7th annversary. I waited for him inside.
"If he doesn't remember this time, then it's over". He walks in...
Mark: Hey babe, what are you doing?
Angelica: Nothing, just waiting for you.
Mark: Why?
Angelica: Do you know what today it is?
Mark: Well it's saturday...
Angelica: How Could You Keep Forgetting!?!?!
Mark: Forget about what?
Angelica: Our Anniversary!!!
Mark: Oh I forgot... I must have been busy working on the...
Angelica: Get Out!
Mark: Babe why?
Angelica: Now!
Mark: but babe I...
Angelica: Go Now!
Mark- Walks outside

I slamed the door on his back and I fell on my knees crying for about 5 hours. I heard the car engine roared into life and blasted out of the driveway. The last thing I heard was his tires skidding on the garage ground. I was so heartbroken that I passed out and fell asleep.
- Three days later (November 4th)

I didn't hear from him since that day. He would usually come back to apologize. I called his family but they said he never went homel. He has nowhere to stay so I called his cellphone. However, It is not in service... I was so worried that I ran up to my room and started crying again. I cried for six hours before I fell asleep on the floor.

I have a nightmare while i was sleeping...
In my dream, we're in his car and we're speeding on a two lane road. I'm in the passenger seat screaming. He was driving and crying at the same time. I tried my best to tell him to slow down but he just won't listen to me. I see a turn coming up. It's a very tight corner and it’s on the edge of a hill. We lost control and spinned out of the road and down the hill. The last thing I saw was a sign that said "SLOW DOWN - 10FT DROP"

I woke up before we crashed and I’m sweating profusely... I was in a daze for about 10 minutes.
I asked myself, "Why didn't i wake up earlier?".
I'd usually wake up before I get scared in my dreams. My friend walks into my room and I quickly got up pretending as if nothing had happened.

Jenn: Wake up sleepy head... Say... Want to go and look at all the lights from the top of the mountains?
Angelica: Cool, I'm there... Just let me get ready.
Jenn: Ok, but hurry up
Angelica: How long was i asleep?
Jenn: About 2 hours
I looked at the clock and it said 7:00 pm on the dot. I'm still wondering about my dream as I wash up and changed into a new shirt.
"It felt so real"
- In the car
We're going up the mountains and the four lane road turned into a two lane road as we got higher. Me and Jenn are talking about going to a concert next week. Suddenly, our conversation turned into a strange eerie silence. Then up the road, I see a sign that says
"SLOW DOWN - 10FT DROP"
I gasped and yelled at Jenn, "STOP!!!"

She slams the brakes and we stopped in the middle of the road. Luckily there wasn't any traffic and so we're alone.

I stepped out of the car and looked at the road bend and I saw skid marks on the ground leading to the edge of the hill. There's a big gap in the guard rail as if a car had ran straight into it. I looked down at the edge of the hill to see Mark's car lying at the foot of it, crushed under a tree. I dropped to my knees and went into a daze. Jenn was surprised to see how I found the car.

After shaking myself out from the daze, I ran to the wreck to see Mark lying there with his head down. I checked his pulse only to find out that he's gone. I cried bitterly and while crying, I saw his right hand touching the glove compartment of the dashboard. I walked around to the other side of the car and opened it. I found a box with a lock on it. It was a key lock but there was no key to be found. I looked aroung the wreckage and found a paper sticking out from under the seat. I pulled it and to my surprise, it was the first letter that I wrote to him. I kicked the seat and it broke off and under it was all of the letters that I had wrote to him. Every single one was there. Under all the papers was a key. I looked at it and then looked at the box. I stuck the key in and twisted it. "CLICK!" The box pops open and I dropped to my knees crying again when I saw the necklace that I was eyeing four months ago in the catalog. I looked at it and put it on. But that wasn't all... Under the necklace was a tiny pillow and under that pillow was a diamond ring and a letter.
Dear Angelica,

I've been waiting for a long time for this moment and I think it's the perfect time. We've been together for 8 months and that was enough time for me to find out that you are the right one for me. The whole time I've been working on my car, I've also been planning on how I to tell you this. All i can say now is that I really love you. I want you to be mine and only mine. I will always feel this way no matter what happens to me or you. So in conclusion... Will you accept this ring for me and wear it till the day you die? As long as you have it on, I will always be with you.
Always Love;
Forever,
Mark

P.S. - I will still love you and I'll make up foor all my mistakes even when I die.
I lost my heart and all senses the moment I finished reading the last words. My tears smeared the writing on the letter and the words slowly disappear from the moisture. I noticed that I am covering a part of the letter with my finger. I moved my finger away slowly to read the piece of writing. I read it closely and it says... "November 4th - 5:00pm" I stopped and started thinking… I realized that 5:00pm was when I fell asleep and dreamt about the car crash...


I cried that whole night regretting every single word that I said to him. Till today, I am still wearing the same ring he left for me. I'm also working on his car that he died in. I'm planning to fix it up to be my own. I know that he is still in that car. So I've decided to keep the car with me till I die. As long as I have the car, I'll always have him.