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An amazing Love Story

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him.
At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.
They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. 'would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee.'
Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby?
He replied: 'when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there'.
While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart.
A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home.
Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

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

Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: 'My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again'.

Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?
It's sweet. She replied.
Love is
Not 2 forget but 2 forgive,
Not 2 c but 2 understand,
Not 2 hear but 2 listen,
Not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!

Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.

Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.
Who calls you back when you hang up on him.
Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.
Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.
Who holds your hand in front of his friends.

Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.

Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, '...that's her.'

Subject: WHY WOMEN CRY? Sun Jul 06, 2008 3:25 pm

A little boy asked his mother, 'Why are you crying?' 'Because I'm a woman,' she told him.
'I don't understand,' he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, 'And you never will.'
Later the little boy asked his father, 'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?'
'All women cry for no reason,' was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, 'God, why do women cry so easily?'

God said:
'When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.' 'You see my son,' said God, 'the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides

Valentine Roses...A touching story.......

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."
"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."
"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."
"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."

"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."

"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."
"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."

"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again."

ooooo~~~
so nice..i din noe bro is such a romantic person~~
hahaha

that were so touching...

hmm in the beginning i thought the salty coffe guy was aispondan..
then it was actually to get her laid so now i think it's any guy Twisted Evil

what is piggy doing here, isn't it for girls only?

no shadow bro said guy can read IF they are sensitive enuff >.<

piggy.. sensitive... lol!

u don't have to pretend ryan...
do tell us that u got tears flowed out in ur eyes when u have read all hair's stories wakaka

ryan also sensitive.... Razz

One day a guy got broken hearted because his girlfriend died in a car accident with him. As soon as the guy recovered from his injuries he decided to visit the church to pray for his beloved girl. When his about to enter the church he found it hard to walk as if he's lifting something heavy behind his back as he walks inside. After he prayed his heavy feeling strangely disappeared. He walked out of the church but when he reached the door a kid approached him and said, "How kind of you to carry your girlfriend behind your back when you entered, was she hurt?"

There was once a man who always loved with all honesty and loyalty to his girlfriend. Girls who gets in a relationship with him were always taking comments from others that they were very lucky for they will be surely happy if they happen to be his wife. This guy was too loving that there was once a girl who cheated on him three times but still he didn't bear hatred upon that girl. Until this day, that guy was still single, having no relationship, having no luck in finding someone to spend the rest of her lifetime with him.

When will he find his happiness?

Why am I asking that?

Because that guy was me and I really don't know when will that someone come...

aww, gudluck finding for ur soulmate~ Smile

zz ir ead all this b4... hmmmmmm i think i knoe where

popo go chase after ecto.... i gv u my blessing
wakakaaka cheers

Matrix wrote:: popo go chase after ecto.... i gv u my blessing
wakakaaka

lolx hair

I thought piggy is waiting for pooopooo to turn 18, hmmm, divide pooopooo into 2, or ecto for day and piggy for night...

awww..so sweet...love romantic stuff like this =P

divide popo in 2??? hmmm i'll take the lower half hahah

zzzzzzz where u copy it, dun get copyright lawyer letter lor,now I know Hair is such a romantic person, pls send it to Uncle Jeffrey,hehehe....... lalala

2 BEAUTIFUL STORIES TO SHARE WITH EVERYONE

There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This
romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl.

Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his
future didn't seem 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 visualize any future for
both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...

Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But 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 the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had
set up his own company ..

You never fail until you stop trying. 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 realize they were his girl'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 any more; he had his own company, car,
condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was
walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and
followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as
ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right
beside her...

Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They
explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with
cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not
want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wa nt them to,
doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted
her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day
comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those
back with him...

Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may
escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.

The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting
right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her
ever again.........hope you understand.

Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to
you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you
thought meant nothing to you.

A Simple Story of True Love and True Care

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain.
Day by day, my parents ploughed the yellow dry soil with their
backs towards the sky.

I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me.
I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me
seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's
drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right
away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he
held a bamboo stick in his hand.
"Who stole the money?" he asked.

I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to
the fault,so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two
should be beaten!" He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said,"
Dad, I was the one who did it!"

The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was
so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his
breath.

After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my
brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now.
What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in
the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless
thief!"

That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was
full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single
tear.

In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly.
My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, "
Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."

I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what
I did.

Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just
happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression
when he protected me.

That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.

When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he
was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At
the same time, I was accepted into a university in the
province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking,
packet by packet.

I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they
have good results? very good results?"

Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How
can we possibly finance both of them?"

At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of
father and said, "Dad, I don't want to continue my studies
anymore, I have read enough books."

Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why
do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to
beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school
until you have both finished your studies."

And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to
borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen
face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his studies; If not,
he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are
experiencing."

I, on the other hand, had decided to further my studies at the
university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my
brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes
and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left
a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not
easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you."

I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost
my voice.

That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old.

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With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the
money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a
construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year
of my studies in the university.

One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in
and told me, "There's a villager waiting for you outside!"Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and
I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with
dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why did you not tell
my roommate that you are my brother?"

He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they
think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they
laugh at you?" I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I
swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him
with a lump in my throat, " I don't care what people would say!
You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it
on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing
it. So, I think you should also have one."

I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into
my arms and cried.

That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.

I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I
brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned.

After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front
of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time
cleaning the house!"

But she told me with a smile," It was your brother who went
home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his
hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window." I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I
felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.

I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it,
"Does it hurt? " I asked him.

"No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site,
stones keep falling on my feet. Even that could not stop me
from working."

In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on
him and tears rolled down my face.

That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.

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After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband
invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't
want.

They said, once they left the village, they wouldn't know what
to do. My brother agreed with them. He said, "Sis, you just
take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and
dad here."

My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my
brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the
maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He
insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start. One
day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable,
when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.

My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the
white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, "Why did you reject the
offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous
like that. Now look at you, You are suffering a serious injury.
Why didn't you just listen to us?"

With a serious expression on his face, he defended his
decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just became the
director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager,
what kind of rumours would fly around?"

My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But
you lack in education only because of me!"

"Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my
hand.

That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

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My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from
the village.

During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked
him, "Who is the one person you respect and love the most?"

Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister."
He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.

"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different
village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to
school and back home. One day, I lost the other pair of my
gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove
and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were
trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even
hold her chopsticks..."

"From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take
care of my sister and will always be good to her."

Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention
to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I
would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy
occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my
face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single day of your
life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to
that someone, it may mean a lot.

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