Never give up your Life for the one you LOVE

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the dullest and boring form.... flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship . Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked.

"I am tired; there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased; here was a man who can't even express his predicament! Now, what else can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"

Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"

He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."

My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....

 

My dear,

"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."

This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die... "

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading...

"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

MERON man o WALA

Why do people especially boys ask girls if she's still a virgin or not... ito lang ang sagot dyan....

"may nangyari man or wala... i do believe that it's all because we respect each other more than we believe in ourselves and our family expects from us. "

people are so into being first... but don't give a chance of being the last ... and will be the only one... 

Remember me and bear in mind
A faithful girl is hard to find
This is always good and true
So don't go changing old for new.

New me New Beginning

I know you think that you broke my heart

but I knew your game right from the start
I saw your game and played it too..
so look here playa,
the jokes on you!

It is true... that when a door closes a window will surely open...

I've been into relationship for 4 years... and after that.. it all falls apart. It's been a year now and yes I can still feel the pain of being not with him, but aside from that.. everything seems to be easing up and I'm starting a new love. A love I can foresee that will surely last forever, a love that will grow day by day... it may sometimes fall but it will never fall apart, it will be like all other relationship that there's always a downfall. I hope if I'll be blessed with this love, then I would pray that he'll be finally the right one.

I have known Noel for a year now, he seems okay and very much polite. My family likes him and so I do, I wish to find love in him and I can feel that I already have... its just that, I'm not so sure if he loves me too, but I wish that he do.

He gave me his FIRST gift to me yesterday, it was a DVD which contains all his favorite music of all genre, as I log here I'm listening to it and honestly, I feel love in every song that I hear from it. Most of it are soft and sweet, some are boyish and others are Gothic, but this composes all his thoughts in music and I'll surely treasure every song in it.

As days go by, I'm beginning to like him... and, more and more I'm starting to love him... but then its hard to admit it to him, but if he'll ask me about it, I will never deny it.

So I pray up above, just one last sign... If he's really the right one, then he'll ask me out and drop by our house to ask my parents to court me and be his girlfriend. A rose will do, a kiss is too much to do, but a hug will surely say it all, that he do loves me too.