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hErE ArE SoMe!
some stories i just get it from the internet!
True and Touching Story:
A girl and a guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle.
Girl:
Slow down, i'm scared.
Guy:
No, this is fun.
Girl:
No it's not, please, it's so scary.
Guy:
Then tell methat
you love me.
Girl:
I love you, slow down.
Guy:
Now give me a big hug..
*She gave him a big
hug*
Guy:
Can you take my helmet
off & put it on yourself,
It's really bothering me.
The next
day in the newspaper:
"A motorcycle crashed into a
building due to brake failure
Two people were in the crash, but only one
survived."
The truth was that
halfway down the road the guy
realized that the breaks weren't working,
but he didn't want the girl to know.
Instead, he had her hug him
and tell him she loves him
one last time.
Then he had her put his helmet on so that she would live, even if it meant that he would die.
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Posted 9/18/08
> BOY
> THERE WAS A GIRL..
> SHE LIKES ME
> SHES NOT THAT PRETTY
> NOT BEAUTIFUL
> SHE IS SO SIMPLE
> BUT I DONT KNOW HER
> WE ARE BATCHMATES
> NOT CLSSMATES
> WE ARE SCHOOLMATES
> BUT NOT CLOSE
> SHE ALWAYS FOLLOW ME WHEREVER I GO
> SHE ALWAYS DO WHAT I DO
> SHE ALWAYS COPIES ME
> AND STALKING ME
>
> GIRL
> I HAD A CRUSH
> HE IS A NEW STUDENT
> HE IS CUTE
> HE IS HANDSOME
> BUT I DONT KNOW HIM
> WE ARE BATCHMATES
> NOT CLASSMATES
> WE ARE SCHOOLMATES
> BUT NOT CLOSE
> I ALWAYS FOLLOW HIM WHEREVER HE GOES
> I ALWAYS DO WHAT HE DOES
> I ALWAYS COPY HIM
> AND I STALK HIM
>
> BOY
> ONE DAY,
> FOUR OF HER CLASSMATES CALLED MY
> ATTENTION
> I LISTENED
> THEY ARE 4 BOYS
> THEY ARE HER CLASSMATES
> THEY ARE POINTING HER TO ME
> TEASING HER TO ME
> SHE IS SO HAPPY
> I DONT KNOW WHY I WANNA DO THE THINGS
> THE THINGS THAT SHE DOES TO ME
> AND I WANNA LOOK AT HER ALL THE TIME
> STAY CLOSE TO HER
> I WANT TO STALK HER TOO
> I WANNA KNOW HER
> BUT I DONT KNOW WHY..
>
> GIRL
> ONE DAY,
> MY CLASSMATES CALLED HIS ATTENTION
> HE LISTENED
> THEY ARE POINTING ME TO HIM
> I WAS SO HAPPY
> I CANT SHOW IT
> AFTER THAT
> I FELT LIKE VERY EMBARASSED
> THEY ALWAYS TEASE ME TO HIM
> I WANT TO TALK TO HIM
> BUT I CANT
> I WANNA KNOW HIM
> BUT I CANT
>
> BOY
> AFTER THESE DAYS
> I JUST KNEW
> IM FALLING FOR HER
> I ALWAYS SEE HER DURING BREAKS AND
> DISMISSAL
> I ALWAYS HEAR HER NAME
> I CANT SLEEP WITHOUT BEING TEASED TO
> HER
> I FALL IN LOVE TO HER
> I DONT KNOW WHY..
>
> GIRL
> AFTER THESE DAYS
> SOMEONE TOLD ME
> SOMEONES LOVING ME
> HE'S NAME WAS
> I WAS SO SHOCKED
> I WANNA TALK TO HIM
> I WANNA BE CLOSE
> I WANNA BE HIS
> AND I DONT KNOW WHY
>
> BOY
> I TALKED TO HER
> IT SEEMS FUN WITH HER
> SHES FUNNY
> AND I LIKE HER
>
> GIRL
> HE TALKED TO ME
> I WAS SO KINILIG..
> WE HAD FUN
> AND I THINK HE LIKED ME
>
> FEB. 12
>
> BOY
> I ASKED HER
> CAN SHE BE MINE
> SHE SAID
> LETS THINK ABOUT IT
>
> GIRL
> HE TOLD ME
> IF I WANT TO BE HIS!!
>
> FEB 13
>
> BOY
> IT SEEMS TO BE HER BIRTHDAY TODAY
> I GAVE HER
> FLOWERS
> CHOCOLATES
> AND I TOLD HER
> CAN SHE BE MINE
>
> GIRL
> ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY
> HE GAVE ME
> FLOWERS AND CHOCOLATES
> HE ASKED ME,
> CAN I BE HIS
> I SAID TO HIM
> TOMMOROW
>
> FEB 14
> BOY
> ITS VALENTINES DAY!
> SHES MINE!
> =)
> I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
>
> GIRL
> I TOLD HIM YES
> ITS VALENTINES DAY!
> HES MINE!
> =)
>
> BOY AND GIRL
> THIS IS OUR STORY
> THIS MAYBE REAL
> OR MAYBE NOT IF
> YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO LOVE
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Posted 9/30/08

It's been a while since i've heard your voice
That warm comforting voice,
Always uttering helpful words of wisdom.
You always knew so much more about life than i,
Teaching me day by day.

You watched me grow into a women,
always supporting me no matter what happens...
you were always there for me where ever i go.
you pround of what i was becoming.

loving me endlessly without question...never judging.
while you were watching me mature inot the person i am
today...i was watching you struggle to stay alive.

you said over and over that everything would end up all right
in the end.you always knew just what to say to make the world seem like
it was on our side.you were wrong this time...Nina M.G.(My older sister in reallife)
the world wasn't on our side.

it took you away from me.
leaving me alone,longing for your love...sisterless.
without someone to tell me i was beautiful..to wipe my
tears away as they rolled down my cheeks.Without
someone to share my fears..my joy and my triumohs.

i heard your voice again last night.
i've missed it every day since you've been gone.
i saw your smile again last night...
i've been wishing for it every hour since you've been away.

in my dreams you said
you'd alwasy be near
and now that i think of it...
you said the same thing
the day you died.

you always did know just what do say.
to make the world seem like it...
was on our side...we'll miss you.
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Posted 10/2/08
one reason why music is connected with love

Anthoinniette was good in playing piano.She loves to read and write stories.She met a boy named Nick,and eventually was soon in love with him.They became close friends,and some of that.Until Nick flew to London.He did not bode goodbye to Anthoinniette.For she was in despair,she was so sad that she almost cried.She was beside Yuki,and all of sudden an idea of forming a band came.And,....the band was born.
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Posted 10/2/08
So it was their 7th month anniversary and the girl calls her boyfriend:
>
> -Girl:
> I love you.
>
>
> - Boy:
> Yeah I know everyone does!
>
>
> -Girl:
> Really?
>
> - Boy:
> Yeah...everyone of my friends that are girls tell me that everyday.
>
>
> - Girl:
> Oh...but am I only your friend?
>
>
> - Boy:
> No...you're my girlfriend...why?
>
>
> - Girl:
> So when I say I love you I really do mean it.
>
> - Boy:
> Yeah I know you do mean it...its just that you dont need to tell me that you love me anymore cuz I know you love me since the day we been together and i love you more each and everyday.
>
>
> - Girl:
> ..........
>
>
> - Boy:
> So wanna go somewhere tonight for our 7th month anniversary?
>
>
> - Girl:
> Yeah...where?
>
>
> - Boy:
> I dont know...maybe movie then dinner?
>
>
> -Girl:
> Ok.
>
>
> - Boy:
> Ill pick you up after I get off and get ready ok?
>
>
> - Girl:
> Ok. What time do you get off?
>
>
> - Boy: In 2 hours and then I gotta go home and yeah get ready which takes about 15-20 minutes...
>
>
> -Girl:
> hey...I thought you didnt have work today...
>
>
> - Boy:
> One of my co-workers called in sick.
>
>
> - Girl:
> Oh okay! So sill see you around 7:30 then?
>
>
> - Boy:
> Yeah! and babe?
>
>
> - Girl:
> Yeah?
>
>
> - Boy:
> I love you.
>
>
> - Girl:
> I love you too!
>
>
> - Boy:
> Ok my manager is like looking at me so yeah.... i gotta go.
>
>
> - Girl:
> Ok bye.
>
>
> - Boy:
> Bye.
>
>
> *******************************************************
>
>
> 2 hours later...
>
>
> The guy drives to his girlfriends house and walks up to the door and rings the doorbell....
>
>
> - Girl:
> Hey!(gives a kiss to her boyfriend)
>
>
> - Boy:
> Wadssup.....you ready?
>
>
> - Girl:
> Um...wait...let me get my bag and we can go ok?
>
>
> - Boy:
> Ok.
>
>
> They both watched a movie and ate dinner...once they were done eating, they headed back to the car but before she got into the car.......
>
>
> - Boy:
> Wait! Can I blindfold you?
>
>
> - Girl:
> Why??!?
>
>
> - Boy:
> Its a surprise.
>
>
> - Girl:
> What kinda surprise??
>
>
> - Boy:
> A big one.
>
>
> - Girl:
> Okay but only if you promise me tat you will hold my hand while we're driving...
>
>
> - Boy:
> I promise.
>
>
> - Girl:
> Ok blindfold me.....
>
>
> So they drove off.........and then they stopped....
>
>
> - Boy:
> Ok we're here!!
>
>
> -Girl:
> Where??
>
>
> - Boy:
> Wait let me walk you to the place!
>
>
> - Girl:
> What place??
>
>
> - Boy:
> Somewhere!(and gives a kiss to her on the lips..)
>
>
> - Girl:
> Baby!...
>
>
> The boy walks her to the place....
>
>
> - Boy:
> Ok...let me take the blindfold off.
>
>
> - Girl:
> Where are we??
>
>
> He takes it off her and she opens her eyes and sees the view of the city and at tat same spot....that's where he first asked her to be his girlfriend......
>
>
> - Girl:
> Omg...!(tears come down)
>
>
> - Boy:
> Why are you crying?
>
>
> - Girl:
> This is where you first asked me out...
>
>
> - Boy:
> What are you doing the rest of your life? (he asked on his knees and after he says that...behind him...in the air it says 'Will you marry me?' in fireworks)
>
>
> - Girl:
> (tears come down faster)
>
>
> - Boy:
> I wasnt at work when you called me...I was planning this whole thing!
>
>
> - Girl:
> Get up!
>
>
> - Boy:
> Yeah?
>
>
> - Girl:
> (kisses him)
>
>
> - Boy:
> Is that a yes or a no?
>
>
> - Girl:
> Yes.
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sad story..
Bf promsed hs Gf dt he'll sing in her 18th bday..Gf,was xcited coz she nver heard him sing before,she markd the calendar, 1 mon b4 her bday.her Bf died n a car accdent..she cryd and 4got everythng evn her bday..she threw away da clndar and stayed at home...w/o any idea of da date..12am as she was slping so diply,,she was awken by a kiss of cold wind..she stud up and heard sum1 snging deyr themesong and l8r on d wind whspird,,sori im out of tune..Hapi Bday...I love you...
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Posted 10/7/08
Love Story: Tragice Love Story

By: chiqxie

Story: Let me share my story, back then on 2002 I met Marc who becomes my best friend. We shared a lot of things in our life; we've been through a lot of circumstances. He once becomes my strength. I enjoyed being with him, he treated me more than anyone. During our junior high I felt something towards him. Mixed feelings. He had this girl named Louise, his girlfriend in the campus. Jason is the president of the GLEE club while Louise is the cheerleader. Many people thought that they were a perfect couple.
Well, Jason is really attractive with Korean looks, tall and a gentleman. Louise, in the other hand indeed pretty, gorgeous, attractive and a very nice classmate. She's my classmate in music class and she treated everyone fairly. Every time Jason seek help from me I had this sad feelings, I don’t know what I truly felt towards him.

"Jessie please help me! This time I really need your help" that's what Jason was saying, begging to me. I'm out of words and can’t answer. I can’t look to his eyes directly.

"Jessie, I know you are my best friend..I love Louise a lot I don’t know what would I do loosing her..Bessy please help me" he almost cry. I feel pity to him and pity to myself. I'm so stupid I fell in love with my best friend. "What can I do? You always knew you’re best friend. What's your problem that's also my problem? Dont worry I’ll talk to Louise tomorrow morning" I said to him. But deep inside me, I’m begging his heart to also like me. I'm really a jerk. A plane jerk.

I walked alone, I’m silently crying because of the situation they have I mean we have. I don’t want to confess my love to him because he might think I’m taking advantage of our friendship. And don’t I want us to have a misunderstanding. I decided to keep my feelings and wont messed up with his life. Yeah, he is my best friend. When I arrived in our house I saw Jason waiting for me. I was shocked when I saw him. He didn’t even call me.

"Hi Jessie, uhhmmm..i have something very important to say" jason said smiling. When i heard that word "important" my heart stopped from beating for a while. I thought he also feels the same. Nah..i should'nt think that way.

"ohhhh..okey..then let's talk in the backyard then" i walked while he's following me he uttered the word " thank you". I was wondering why he would be thankful.

"what's that thank you for?" I ask him confusedly. I never hear Jason saying the word thank you to me. “I’m thankful to have you as my best friend. I hope you would treat me the same too." he said hugging me. That time, I’m really very confused why he's saying those words so sudden. “what happen to you? are you sick??" i said laughing giving him a high five. "Is something fishy going on huh?" i continued.

"I'm leaving Jessie" he said looking seriously to me. "whaaat..why so sudden? You didn’t mention anything to me? Why are you leaving? you don’t want me any more? how about Lousie?" i cried out loud. i'm so shocked. I'm out of myself. I don’t know anymore what I’m saying. "Jessie, listen. I know it's hard for you seeing me leaving but i really need to" he hugged me again calmly. "Anyway, louise knew it already. I told her about it just last week and she understands me. I have to study to CALIFORNIA for my university". I can't believe that I’m the last person who knew it. I felt so disappointed but I didn’t show it to him. I'm just his best friend anyway, I’m not important, Why should I be disappointed. I told myself and let him go.

"Then good luck" I walked away in front of him. "Can we spent time together tonight?" he said grabbing my hands. "It's late already I still have to study for the exam tomorrow. You better go home early and rest for your flight tomorrow" I continued walking without looking at him. "Ohhh...then take care of you Jessie.” I ended up myself saying "I don’t know". How long would I keep this feeling of mine? How long would he be staying to California? I still have a lot of things to ask him but I ended myself knowing nothing.

***********************

9 years later I got news from his cousin john that he'll be coming back. I'm so glad that I can see him already. I'm hoping he can recognize me. I was walking in our village when I saw Marc's dad. I feel so enlighten. I want to run towards him and hugged him tightly. I want to express to him that I really missed him a lot. But I don’t have the courage to do so. I saw a guy coming out in the car. A very handsome guy. Looks like Jason and I bet he is. He saw me, he went near me. "Jessie?” he said smiling.

"ahhh Jason?" I said pretending that I was surprised but my heart really jumped when I saw him. "You’ve grown a lot...you so handsome" i just said.

"Thanks. Your so pretty, prettier than before" he continued praising me. I just smiled at him and make a glance. After our small talk he invited me in our house. Starting that day we hang-out together. He still treated me as his best friend.

*************************

I saw Jason sitting on the bench. I went near him, I bet he’s sad. "What happen?" I asked. "Nothing. By the way Jessie have you been in love?" he asked me seriously. My heart almost collapsed. He's in love again. How about me? Maybe I don’t have any chance to his heart anymore. I always remind myself that we could only be best friend not lovers. I just nodded to his question. "Why are you asking anyway?" I ask him. "You know what Jessie, I like someone else. But I don’t have the courage to say this. Every time I’m in front of her I’ll be speechless when I want to confess to her" Jason said playing with his ring. I almost say that I also feel the same when I’m in front of him but I just control myself. "Ahhhhh...who is she?” I ask him again and again. "She’s so lucky to have" I continued.

“I bet I’m not. I think she likes someone. She's my friend. These feelings are so awkward. I want here to be mine. But I maybe she would reject me and thinks that I’m taking advantage of my friendship" Jason explained seriously. We have the same situation before. “I also feel that Jason" I said almost teary. “I like him just before but I can’t confess either because he might think that I’m taking advantage of our friendship and I don’t want us to have a misunderstanding. He’s really precious to me" I explained to him with mixed feelings. I can’t believe that I shared our situation when we were young. “Those guys must be lucky. Who is he?" he holds my hands. Just like before I can still feel the smoothness of his palm. Just like before I can still feel his emotion. Now I pity him. Maybe he was rejected by the girl he likes the most. “He’s a friend. No he isn’t lucky to have me... He likes someone else" looking at Jason's eyes I can feel that his really hurt.

Why can’t he love me? Why can’t he learn loving me? If he chooses me I’ll make him the most living life. My heart almost burst. I can only feel the pains.



"Hash I think it's late already" I said to him trying to changed the topic. "Ohm I think so. Let’s go home" he grabbed my hands and holds it till we reached our houses.

"See you tomorrow then?" I said to him. "goodnight." he smiled at me giving me an envelope. "What’s this?" I asked him out of curiosity. "Read it when you're inside" he smiled and ran going home.

When I reached my room I slowly open the envelope and saw my name there. It say's JESSIE my BESSY. I was so touched when I saw our endearment, BESSY.

Jessie,

I hope you wouldn’t change your treatment towards me. I don’t want to hurt you. You are my bossy.
I'm hoping we could stay longer together. I want you to be with me. Maybe now is the right time to confess what I felt towards you. The person I meant to you is Jessie. I like her since before. I love her the first time I saw her.
But I lose my hopes. I use Louise to cover up the pains I’ve suffered since then. I don’t want us to be apart just because of what I felt towards you. I want to shout out that you're my love. Until now it didn’t change. You're always on my mind.
I hope you'd love me back. But maybe this is only my illusion. No matter what happen you would only stay in my heart.



-Jason-

I feel so happy, I can’t stop my feelings. I jumped out loud and have tears of joy. I decided to confess my feelings to him early in the morning. I can’t sleep well because of excitement. I want to hug him. And say the words I love you.

Early in the morning I ate my breakfast and headed to the bathroom, just like the same I saw another envelope. Just like the same of what Jason given me. I opened it excitedly. It say's there "tomorrow is my wedding. Please come... i hope you can do me that favor" I almost collapsed when i read it. I can't believe that after the happiest night. Now, I have this horrible morning. I torn the envelope and throw it away. I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to sleep. I feel so desperate and devastated. My mother worries a lot of my health. My mom is my strength when Jason went abroad. "Honey...you'll be thinner when you'll not eat. Just let him go" my mom hugged me, comforted me. "MOM. Am I a bad daughter a bad girl?" I asked my mom still crying. "No..No..Dont say that" my mom continued comforting me.

**************************

Today is Jason's wedding? I decided not to attend the wedding I’ll only get hurt then. Almost afternoon, my mom receives a phone call. She accidentally dropped the phone. She was crying. I run towards her and ask what happen. She was all speechless. She uttered the word Jason. "Why mom what happened?"I ask nervously. "He was in a car accident" my mom continued. We rushed going to the hospital. There we met the whole family of Jason crying. I ran towards his dead body. I cried out loud. I can’t believe this would happen. This is my entire fault. Jason's dad gave me an envelope, exactly the same as what Jason gave me yesterday. “He was going to fast when a big car crushed onto his car" his dad explained trembling. “He wants to surprise you with this big event in his life. HE really wanted to walk with you in the aisle." his father hugged me tightly. My tears fell down when I saw my name and Jason's name in the card. " JESSIE and JASON NUPTIAL."..I really can’t believe it. I fu*k**' hate myself.
Now, I’m all alone longing for Jason's love. It's all my fault. The guy that I love once is now gone. How sad my life is.

************
And now I’m gone leaving my diary in silent. I'll be happy now together with Jason. This is the time that I’m going to live with Jason peacefully. We might be gone but our hearts stay the same as what we felt to each other.
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When Friendship Turns to Love

I didn't want to depart my home town, which I've been settling ever since the day I was born. Neither do I want to leave my school, relatives, and most importantly my best friend Samuel.

Sam and I had been best friends since elementary school. I still recall the day when we first met; it was the first day of grade 1 and we were in the same class. Unintentionally I collided with his head trying to reach for my pencil that had been knocked out on the floor. Fortunately I didn’t know that he was trying to reach for it too. From that time on we got close, share lunch, talk and became best friends. We’d hang around together as often as I’d hang around with my family. He’s like my brother; a brother who I could lean to when I have problems, a brother who’s always there for me when I’m in trouble, a brother who loved me for me… at least as a sister. What he didn’t know is that I am deeply in love with him ever since the day we first met; which saddens me the most, assuming that he only thinks of me as his sister.

In sixth grade, in spite of this, things changed. We had been together for 5 implausible years, but this year is diverse. I was moving. Moving far away from him, it’s like a new world I’m getting myself into. My deep profoundness love for him is still there and I don’t want to leave him. We agreed to call each other at least twice a week, send letters and emails if we have time, and stay in touch with each other. Except that, it wouldn’t be the same, it wouldn’t be like old times, we wouldn’t see each other except in pictures, we couldn’t do anything together now. We couldn’t be there for each other, all the time anymore. Furthermore we are two continents away from each other. And I wanted to confess. Tomorrow, I decided.

The day of the departure came but he was nowhere in sight. I tried calling his cell but no one was answering it. I was so worried and sad that he forgot about my departure. I left the country heartbroken and thinking that maybe he had a good excuse why he didn’t go.

One year had passed and still no sign of him. I tried calling his home every once in a while but his mother would always say, “Oh he’s not here, but I’ll tell him you called!” and I would be so depressed. Sometimes I just think that he’s been avoiding my calls. But why I wondered

I was going off to grade 9. I hadn’t been getting any emails or letters from him; or hadn’t been getting any at all. I tried to tell myself that, “Its okay Katherine, he’s just busy that’s all.” However I had my doubts. What if he’s not busy at all? What if he forgot about me? What if he got a girlfriend and been too busy to talk or even stay in touch with me? A lot of what ifs’ are on my head. I tried emailing him and writing letters but there was no reply. What if all my what ifs’ came true? Then maybe I should be pleased, pleased for the reason that he’s happy. On the contrary why didn’t he tell me?

2 years had passed and still no sign of his letters or emails or phone calls. I tried to get over him. I really tried but I can’t. I just couldn’t forget the fact that I love him.

One week later, I received a letter from his home address, accusing it was him I ripped it open. I was so anxious to read his letter that I skipped a couple of parts, that I thought wasn’t that important. Unfortunately, it is important. It says that he’s sick and is in a coma. I was so shocked to see this that I ran inside to tell my parents to get me a ticket back to see him. Luckily they approved and booked me the latest flight.

I preceded to the hospital his in. I was so worried to see him, concerned that he’s undergoing from a poor health. When I got in his room my heart raised and kept thumping on my chest. I noticed him lying there with bandages all over his body. I felt sorry for him. All this time I was blaming him of overlooking me while his being diagnosed. I had a talk with his mom and she told me what had happened to him. She assumed that he was crossing the street while he was writing in a book and a truck had hit him. That book was sadly addressed to me, it has no title its cover is blank. I opened it and started reading the first page.

September 17, 200*

“This is the day I left.” I thought.

Katherine left today. I’m so upset to see her leave. That’s why I didn’t go to the airport at all. But I tried to go realizing that I had to confess my love for her before she leaves but I was too late. I’m going to miss her so bad. All the good times we had will never be forgotten. I wish I could come with her. I love her so very much.

My tears started falling. I admired him. I was in awe. He made a diary for me starting with the day I left. And what mostly saddened me is the fact that he loved me too. I scanned through pages and read the last page he had written on.

March 26, 200*

I can’t wait for Kath to see what I had done for her. I hope she’ll like it. I just miss her so bad. I wish she was here right now in my arms holding me tight and wishing she wouldn’t be away anymo ---

And it was cut right there. I couldn’t imagine the scene how it happened. I saw a glimpse of him again and a tear fell on my cheeks. I hold his hand so tight. That time I had wished that I hadn’t left and be with him throughout this tough time. There was this throb in my chest. I scanned again and all the other pages are blank. A letter dropped when I was about to close it.

Dear Kath,

If you are done reading my diary I want you to fill out the other half of this book. I miss you so bad, Kath. I’m sorry if I keep missing your calls I was just too busy with work. Yeah, Kath I’m working now so I could surprise you and go there and maybe finish my school there. I can’t wait to see you soon. I’m also sorry that it took me 2 years to get this to you its just that I didn’t know your address there and I had to look for your relatives to tell me your address, and about the email thing I tried to email you back but our computer is really messed up; I ought to get the fix sometime so I could email you. I’m really sorry if you thought that I don’t care about you, I do. I really do. I love you since the first day we met it’s just that I was too scared to confess because it might ruin our friendship and that I think that you only think of me as a brother. I love you Kath, I love you with all my heart and I’m sacrificing everything just to be with you.

With Love,
Sam

By the time I was done reading his letter. I heard a beep it was coming from him. I was stunned. I dropped the book and ran towards him and started calling the nurse.

“Stay with me please, stay with me… don’t leave me please. I can’t let you leave me. Please. I. Love. You.” I cried as the tears fell. I was shaking. I didn’t want him to die. I didn’t want him to leave me. I want him to be here by my side comforting me, and telling me that it was all a joke. But it’s not a joke. It’s reality. He’s dead and here I am living my life through pages in the diary. I filled the rest of the book. I even started a new book since it couldn’t hold all my memories and thoughts of him. And I will always remember him. How he had been a good friend. How he helped me through bad times. How he loved me so much that I didn’t want to let go. I will not forget him. He had been the best inspiration of my life. He is the best of friend anyone could ever have. I will not forget him. I love him.

“C’mon Kath, were going to be late for school!” Mark shouted through our front door. Mark had been my friend since the day I first came to his school. He had been a good friend, almost as good as Sam. He kind of reminds me of Sam. Sometimes when I'm with Mark, I kind of think that Sam sent him to guide me and to be with me just like he did for me when he was alive.oming!” I shouted back. This is a fresh new start and a beginning of an ideal friendship. Or so I thought.
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Follow Your Heart

Billy loved Katie with all his heart. But he never told a Single soul. Katie secretly loved him too. But she thought she would never have a chance with him. Billy asked his friends what they think of her and his friends thought she was gay. They didn't like her at all. So Billy just went along with them. They all made fun of her and made her feel really bad. Katie was so upset.

One day they followed her home from school making fun of her the whole way home. Once she got inside her house she dropped to the floor cringe. She had a crush on Billy since 3rd grade. She didn't know what to do. When Billy got home he felt real bad about what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he was sorry and that he really loves her.

When he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.

The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the living room and found Katie lying dead on the floor. She had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he could never tell her how he really felt.

The lesson of this story is: Don't wait to until the last minute to tell someone how you really feel. Because it just might be too late. And don't always go by what your friends say, follow your heart.
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I was always a little in awe of Great-aunt Stephina Roos. Indeed, as children we were all frankly terrified of her. The fact that she did not live with the family, preferring her tiny cottage and solitude to the comfortable but rather noisy household where we were brought up-added to the respectful fear in which she was held.

We used to take it in turn to carry small delicacies which my mother had made down from the big house to the little cottage where Aunt Stephia and an old colored maid spent their days. Old Tnate Sanna would open the door to the rather frightened little messenger and would usher him-or her - into the dark voor-kamer, where the shutters were always closed to keep out the heat and the flies. There we would wait, in trembling but not altogether unpleasant.

She was a tiny little woman to inspire so much veneration. She was always dressed in black, and her dark clothes melted into the shadows of the voor-kamer and made her look smaller than ever. But you felt. The moment she entered. That something vital and strong and somehow indestructible had come in with her, although she moved slowly, and her voice was sweet and soft.

She never embraced us. She would greet us and take out hot little hands in her own beautiful cool one, with blue veins standing out on the back of it, as though the white skin were almost too delicate to contain them.

Tante Sanna would bring in dishes of sweet, sweet, sticky candy, or a great bowl of grapes or peaches, and Great-aunt Stephina would converse gravely about happenings on the farm ,and, more rarely, of the outer world.

When we had finished our sweetmeats or fruit she would accompany us to the stoep, bidding us thank our mother for her gift and sending quaint, old-fashioned messages to her and the Father. Then she would turn and enter the house, closing the door behind, so that it became once more a place of mystery.

As I grew older I found, rather to my surprise, that I had become genuinely fond of my aloof old great-aunt. But to this day I do not know what strange impulse made me take George to see her and to tell her, before I had confided in another living soul, of our engagement. To my astonishment, she was delighted.

"An Englishman,"she exclaimed."But that is splendid, splendid. And you,"she turned to George,"you are making your home in this country? You do not intend to return to England just yet?"

She seemed relieved when she heard that George had bought a farm near our own farm and intended to settle in South Africa. She became quite animated, and chattered away to him.

After that I would often slip away to the little cottage by the mealie lands. Once she was somewhat disappointed on hearing that we had decided to wait for two years before getting married, but when she learned that my father and mother were both pleased with the match she seemed reassured.

Still, she often appeared anxious about my love affair, and would ask questions that seemed to me strange, almost as though she feared that something would happen to destroy my romance. But I was quite unprepared for her outburst when I mentioned that George thought of paying a lightning visit to England before we were married."He must not do it,"she cried."Ina, you must not let him go. Promise me you will prevent him."she was trembling all over. I did what I could to console her, but she looked so tired and pale that I persuaded her to go to her room and rest, promising to return the next day.

When I arrived I found her sitting on the stoep. She looked lonely and pathetic, and for the first time I wondered why no man had ever taken her and looked after her and loved her. Mother had told me that Great-aunt Stephina had been lovely as a young girl, and although no trace of that beauty remained, except perhaps in her brown eyes, yet she looked so small and appealing that any man, one felt, would have wanted to protect her.
She paused, as though she did not quite know how to begin.

Then she seemed to give herself, mentally, a little shake. "You must have wondered ", she said, "why I was so upset at the thought of young George's going to England without you. I am an old woman, and perhaps I have the silly fancies of the old, but I should like to tell you my own love story, and then you can decide whether it is wise for your man to leave you before you are married."

"I was quite a young girl when I first met Richard Weston. He was an Englishman who boarded with the Van Rensburgs on the next farm, four or five miles from us. Richard was not strong. He had a weak chest, and the doctors had sent him to South Africa so that the dry air could cure him. He taught the Van Rensburg children, who were younger than I was, though we often played together, but he did this for pleasure and not because he needed money."We loved one another from the first moment we met, though we did not speak of our love until the evening of my eighteenth birthday. All our friends and relatives had come to my party, and in the evening we danced on the big old carpet which we had laid down in the barn. Richard had come with the Van Rensburgs, and we danced together as often as we dared, which was not very often, for my father hated the Uitlanders. Indeed, for a time he had quarreled with Mynheer Van Rensburg for allowing Richard to board with him, but afterwards he got used to the idea, and was always polite to the Englishman, though he never liked him.

"That was the happiest birthday of my life, for while we were resting between dances Richard took me outside into the cool, moonlit night, and there, under the stars ,he told me he loved me and asked me to marry him. Of course I promised I would, for I was too happy to think of what my parents would say, or indeed of anything except Richard was not at our meeting place as he had arranged. I was disappointed but not alarmed, for so many things could happen to either of us to prevent out keeping our tryst. I thought that next time we visited the Van Ransburgs, I should hear what had kept him and we could plan further meetings…

"So when my father asked if I would drive with him to Driefontein I was delighted. But when we reached the homestead and were sitting on the stoep drinking our coffee, we heard that Richard had left quite suddenly and had gone back to England. His father had died, and now he was the heir and must go back to look after his estates.

"I do not remember very much more about that day, except that the sun seemed to have stopped shining and the country no longer looked beautiful and full of promise, but bleak and desolate as it sometimes does in winter or in times of drought. Late that afternoon, Jantje, the little Hottentot herd boy, came up to me and handed me a letter , which he said the English baas had left for me. It was the only love letter I ever received, but it turned all my bitterness and grief into a peacefulness which was the nearest I could get, then, to happiness. I knew Richard still loved me, and somehow, as long as I had his letter, I felt that we could never be really parted, even if he were in England and I had to remain on the farm. I have it yet, and though I am an old, tired woman, it still gives me hope and courage."

"I must have been a wonderful letter, Aunt Stephia,"I said
The old lady came back from her dreams of that far-off romance."Perhaps," she said, hesitating a little, "perhaps, my dear, you would care to read it ?"
"I should love to , Aunt Stephia,"I said gently
She rose at once and tripped into the house as eagerly as a young girl. When she came back she handed me a letter, faded and yellow with age, the edges of the envelope worn and frayed as though it had been much handled. But when I came to open it I found that the seal was unbroken.
"Open it ,open it,"said Great-aunt Stephia, and her voice was shaking
I broke the seal and read.

It was not a love letter in the true sense of the word, but pages of the minutest directions of how"my sweetest Phina"was to elude her father's vigilance, creep down to the drift at night and there meet Jantje with a horse which would take her to Smitsdorp. There she was to go to "my true friend, Henry Wilson",who would give her money and make arrangements for her to follow her lover to Cape Town and from there to England ," where, my love, we can he be married at once. But if, my dearest, you are not sure that you can face lift with me in a land strange to you, then do not take this important step, for I love you too much to wish you the smallest unhappiness. If you do not come, and if I do not hear from you, then I shall know that you could never be happy so far from the people and the country which you love. If, however, you feel you can keep your promise to me, but are of too timid and modest a journey to England unaccompanied, then write to me, and I will, by some means, return to fetch my bride."

I read no further.
"But Aunt Phina!"I gasped. "Why…why…?"
The old lady was watching me with trembling eagerness, her face flushed and her eyes bright with expectation."Read it aloud, my dear,"she said."I want to hear every word of it. There was never anyone I could trust…Uitlanders were hated in my young days…I could not ask anyone."

"But, Auntie, don't you even know what he wrote?"
The old lady looked down, troubled and shy like a child who has unwittingly done wrong.
"No, dear," she said, speaking very low."You see, I never learned to read.
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A True Ghost Love Story
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This is a personal account of a ghost story that occured over 10 years ago.
This "true experince" firml supported my theory that our departed loved ones can convey messages through dreams.

Back in 1989, being a fresh graduate Psychology graduate, I landed a job in
the personnel department in one of the goverment offices in Quezon City. A male co-worker, Jun, was 11 years older than me. He became one of my friends while working there. Jun was king, loving, and romantic. He was the breadwinner of his family. His parents ang relatives liked me a lot. Being single and unattached, he courted me in 1990. I accepted his marraige proposal during the latter part of that year.

My parents did not approve of our relationship and when the first quarter of 1991 came, my parents made me quit my job. My dad, being a military man, even threatened Jun to Jun to stay away from me. To make our long story short, I left my job. I lost track of Jun I bussied myself with the family business. Basically, I went on with my life and tried to forget about him.

On the morning of June 2, 1994 I recieved a telegram from his aunt, saying that Jun had died the day before June1, 1994. Shocked I crumpled the short note and hurriedly phoned his aunt for confirmation. She told me that when we parted, Jun resigned from his job and drunk heavily each day. He naglected his death as well as his body. Pneumonia had caused his sudden death. "You know Jun. Everyday and up to his remaining hours, all her wanted was to see
you. During his final moments, while suffering from delirium, he even told us that he still loves you very much," Jun's aunt said.

Sadly, my parents wouldn't allow me to go to his wake. I mourned quietly inside my room. There even came a point where I convinced myself that he wasn't dead.

On January 1995, just before my birthday, Jun visited me in a dream. I dreamed that I was inside a hospital room. I was wearing a hospital gown and I was sitting at the foot of my bed. Jun suddenly appeared before me, clothed in bright lights. We communicated mentally. I told him it wasn't true that he was gone. He replied that I must accept the fact that he was already dead but it didn't mean that he as leaving me. "I will always be beside you, gaurding you," he said

I cried saying, "I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to fight for our relationship."

He comforted me and soothed me by shrouding me with his bright light. The bliss I felt was interrupted by voice calling hi name "It's time for me to go," he told me. "But what about me?" I asked, tears in my eyes. " I will be here for you always," he replied,"and I will be waiting for you there. And don't ever forget that love you very much."

After saying this, he vanished before my eyes. I woke up crying. After this accident, I finished began to accept his death. And whenever I'm depressed I feel his presence beside me I know somehow out there he's still waiting patienly for me.
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Love Messages
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.
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A Love Tragedy
Tragic love stories always brings people to tears, especially me. This tragic love story is so sad, it really deserves its names. As the story goes, money is money but love is divine.

Once upon a time, there was once a guy who was very much in love with this girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of papercranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small executive in his company, his future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualise any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then... heartbroken, the guy agreed.

When he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these hardwork and with the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company...

"You never fail until you stop trying." he always told himself. "I must make it in life!"
One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realise those were his ex-girlfriend's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He had made it in life!

Before the guy can realise, the couple was walking towards a cemetary,and he got out of his car and followed them...and he saw his ex-girlfriend, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his precious papercranes in a bottle placed beside her tomb. Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was stricken ill with cancer. In her heart, she had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want her illness to be his obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him.

She had wanted her parents to put his papercranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him. The guy just wept ...the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again.
The End."

A tragic story that perhaps happens only in the movies. At the end of the day, money is money is money but love is divine. In our quest for our material wealth, take time to make time for our loved ones. There will be a time when we have only memories to cling to.

Take this weekend to show our "love" to all that are close to us.
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Letters in the Car

It's been 3 months that we've been dating. Ever since 9th grade, we've always dreamed of being together. I use 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 hes got that car, hes been working on it 24/7. We barely have any alone time anymore. Our last month anniversary i bought him a new part for his car. He would always promise me that he would get me something better if i wait...so i do. He told me not to buy him anymore things for him cuzz he said its 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: O 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 stare at the catalog and touch the picture while a tear drop falls on the page. I go in the room and cry for about 2 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 still nothing.

- Another Month Later

It's September 1st, and its our 5th anniversary. I'm flipping through the channels and i find the first movie that we ever watched together. Once again hes working on his car as usual. He walks in to wash his hands...

Mark: Hey babe, what are u doing?
Angelica: Watching the first movie that we ever watched together.
Mark: O 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...nevermind
Mark: O Ok (walks back in the garage)

I turn the TV off and i run to my room and cry for 3 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 u doing?
Angelica: Reading your old love letters from high school.
Mark: (giggles of embarassment) I remember those...those were so silly.
Angelica: By the way...where did u put the love letters that i gave u?
Mark: Uhhh???... in the car...
Angelica: O "i stood there in disbelief"
Mark: Well anyways...Guess what day it is today babe.
Angelica:(Smiles with all her 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: O 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 of tears. I run to the room and cry for 4 hours this time. He still didn't notice it. 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 wait for him inside. "If he doesn't remember this time, then it's over". He walks in...

Mark: Hey babe, what are u doing?
Angelica: Nothing jus waiting for you.
Mark: Why?
Angelica: Do you know what today it is?
Mark: Well it's saturday...
Angelica: HOW COULD U KEEP FORGETTING!?!?!
Mark: Forget bout what?
Angelica: OUR ANNIVERSARY!!!
Mark: O 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 slam the door on his back and i fall on my knees crying for about 5 hours. I hear the car turn on and blast out of the driveway. The last thing i heard was his tires skidding on the garage ground. I was so heart broken that i past out and fell asleep.

- 3 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 came home at all. He has no where to stay so i call his cell. It's not in service...I get very worried that i once again i run up to my room and start crying. I cried for 6 hours this time. I fall asleep on the floor.

I have a nightmare while i was sleeping...

We're in his car and we're speeding on a 2 lane road. I'm in the passenger seat screaming. I see him driving and crying at the same time. I try my best to tell him to slow down but he jus won't hear me. Then i see a turn coming up. It's a very tight corner and it’s on the edge of a hill. We lose control and spin out and fall down the hill facing back words. The last thing i saw was a sign that said "SLOW DOWN - 10FT DROP"

I wake up, before we crash, and I’m sweating...and i stop and stare for about 10 minutes. I ask myself "Why didn't i wake up earlier?". I'd usually wake up before I get scared in my dreams. My friend walks it and I quickly get up pretending as if nothing happened.

Jenn: Wake up sleepy head...say...were gonna go to the view and look at all the lights from on top the mountains.
Angelica: Cool, I'm there...jus let me get ready.
Jenn: Ok, but hurry up
Angelica: How long was i asleep?
Jenn: About 2 hours

I look at the clock and it said 7:00 pm on the dot. Then I go to the bathroom and wash my face and i change my shirt. I'm still wondering about my dream. "It felt so real"

- In the car

We're goin up the mountain and the 4 lane road turns into 2 lanes. Me and Jenn are jus talking bout going to a concert next week. Then theres a strange silence in our conversation. Then up the road i see a sign that says "SLOW DOWN - 10FT DROP" then I gasp and i yell at Jenn "STOP!!!" and she slams the brakes and we stop in the middle of the road. Luckily theres no traffic so we're alone.

I step out of the car and look at the edge of the turn and i see skid marks on the ground leading to the edge of the hill and i see that theres a big gap in the guard rail as if some one had run straight into it. Then i look down at the edge of the hill to see his car laying there crushed under a tree. I drop to my knees and i just stare at it for about 2 minutes. Jenns surprised to see how i found the car.

I run to the wreck to see him laying there with his head down. I check his pulse only to find out that hes dead. I cry and while crying i see his hand is touching the glove compartment of the dash board. I walk around the car, to the other side and i open it. There... i found a box with a lock on it. It was a key lock but there was no key to be found. I see a paper sticking out from under the seat. I pull it and to my surprise....it was the first letter that i wrote to him. I was more curious but even more heart struck. I kicked the seat and it broke off and under it was all of the letters that i wrote to him. Every single one was there. then 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 It pops open and i jus drop to my knees again in more tears to see the necklace that i was looking at 4 months ago in the catalog. I looked at it and put it on. But that wasn't it....under the necklace was a pillow and under that pillow was a ring. A diamond ring and under that was 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 were the right one for me. The whole time I've been working on my car, I've also been planning on how I was gonna tell u this. All i can say now is that I really love you. I want u to be mine and only mine. I will always feel this way no matter what happens to me or u. So in
conclusion...will u accept this ring for me and wear it till u die. As long as u 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 all my mistakes even when I die.

I just loose my heart at that moment i finished reading the last words. My tears start to smear the writing and then suddenly the words dissappear from the moisture. I notice that I am covering a part of the letter with my finger. I move my finger slowly to read the piece of writing. I read it closely...and it says..."November 4th - 5:00pm" I just stopped and thinked…then I jus noticed that 5:00pm was when I fell asleep and had the dream... i cried that whole night regretting my every word that I said to him. Till today, I wear the same ring. Now im working on his car that he died in. I'm planning to fix it up on my own. I know that he is still in that car. So I've deciding to keep the car with me till I die. As long as I have this car, I'll always have him.
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The Breakup

Boy: Baby, we need to talk.
Girl: Ricardo, what do u mean?
Boy: Something has come up...
Girl: What? What's wrong? Is it bad?
Boy: I don't want to hurt you, baby.
Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesnt break up with me... I love him so much.
Boy: Baby, are you there??
Girl: Yeah, I'm here. What is so important??
Boy: I'm not sure if I should say it..
Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me.
Boy: I'm leaving...
Girl: Baby, what are u talking about?? I don't want you to leave me, I love you.
Boy: Not like that, I mean I'm moving far away.
Girl: Why? All of your famliy lives over here.
Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away.
Girl: I can't believe this.
[FATHER: (Picks up the other phone, interrupts & yells furiously
ERICA!, what did I tell you about talking to boys?!!!... Get off the
damn phone!! (And hangs up).]

Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad.
Girl: You know how he gets, but anyways, I dont want you to go.
Boy: Would you run away with me?
Girl: Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you, but I
can't... You don't know what would happen if I did. My dad would kill me!
Boy: *Sad* It's okay.. I understand, I guess..
Girl: *Thinking*I can't believe what's going on.
Boy: I need to give you something tonite, because I am leaving on
flight 1-80 in the morning, so I need to see you now.
Girl: Okay, I will sneak out & meet you at the park.
Boy: Okay, I'll meet you there in 20 minutes.
[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And he gives
her a note.]
Boy: Here you go, this is for you. I gotta go.
Girl: *Tear* (Begins to cry.)
Boy: Baby, dont cry, you know I love you... But I have to go.
Girl: Okay (Begins to walk away.)
[They both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter he gave her]
It says...
"Erica,

You probably already know that I'm leaving, I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much, you are my bitch and dont you ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around you. You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I'm leaving I thought you should know that I hate you, bitch. You never did the right thing, and you were never there. I didnt think I could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to see you, for the rest of my life, I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that's a promise. You never had my love, and I want you to remember that. Bitch, you keep this letter because this may be the last thing you have from me. Fuck, I hate you so much. I will not talk to you soon bitch... Goodbye.
- Ricardo"

[ Erica begins to cry, she throws the paper in tha garbage & crys for hours ]
... A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely... Then she gets a phone call....
Friend: How are you feeling?
Girl: I just cant believe this happened.. I thought he loved me.
Friend: Oh, about that. Ricardo left me a message. A few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket pocket or something...
Girl: Umm.. okay.
[She finds a piece of paper in the jacket,
It says:
"Baby I hope you find this before you read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words...
Hate = Love
Never = Always
Bitch = Baby
Will not= will
.... I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats why I wanted you to run away with me... -Ricardo"]
Girl: Oh my God! It's a letter.. Ricardo does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can't believe how stupid I am!!
Friend: lol Okay but I g2g... Call me later.
Girl: *happy*okay, bye, I'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me!
... Erica turns the T.V. on......

[Breaking news] "An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for survivors... This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80... it was on its way to an all boys boarding school..." the Reporter says.
[ She turns off the t.v. ... 3 days later, she kills herself, because of the fact that Ricardo was dead & she had nothing to live for... ]

... A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Ricardo, he called to leave a message. "Its Ricardo, I guess you're not home so, I called to let you know that I'm alive, I missed my flight because I had to see you one last time. So, I hope your not worried. I am staying for good.
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