A True Love Story-Stevie and Mike

by Stevie Sigan

It was a rainy day. Nothing new for a day in Syracuse, New York. I lugged a camera, tripod and lights back to the equipment room from my car, all appendages tucked safe and snug and dry in their cases while water dripped from my hair into a puddle at my feet, as I waited for everything to be checked in by the student working behind the desk. Then, shoes squeaking, I trudged upstairs to the editing suites to spend my rainy Sunday afternoon enclosed in a soundproof box of a room behind three computer screens, logging and capturing footage for a production assignment.

A private hallway lined with twelve doors, segregated by program: Avid and Final Maker Pro. This is, essentially, the edit suites. Each room is stocked with a computer, and one, two or three monitors, keyboards, mics and a large-formatted book specially designed by the student employees of “the Suites” to answer your every editing question (or at least attempt to in order to keep you away from bothering the limited staff for as long as possible).

That afternoon I signed in at the front desk. My best friend’s boyfriend, Pete, was working. They had just started dating and I hadn’t met him but for a few occasions so we talked a bit. While we were talking, another guy walked up. Now, this guy happened to be a long-time distant crush of mine…. I’d seen him around the suites before, around campus, but we had never met. One of those types you gaze at from afar and want so badly to meet if you could only find the rhyme or reason to make the meeting happen in a natural sort of way. So, Pete and I spoke and I watched my crush out of the corner of my eye as we talked… and prolonged the conversation hoping he might join in. Sure enough, in due time, Pete introduced me to my boyfriend that day. Ironically, my best friend and Pete broke up later that week, but anytime she mentions him in any kind of negative light I remind her that he was good for at least one reason: Mike.

Four hours later, eyes spinning, tired and hungry, I was heading out from my four hours of labor. Pete stopped me on the way out and pointed over to Mike.

“He’s having a sausage party next weekend,” he said.

Totally confused and presuming I was about to be part of some weird dare or joke, I simply conceded.

“Okay...”. I continued walking.

Pete stopped me. “No, really, he’s having a sausage party,” he continued. “Do you want to come?”

I glanced up at Mike, who was now smirking. “It’s true,” he said. “I am. I am having a sausage party,” were his first words to me.

“And… what’s a sausage party?” I asked, inevitably, strange thoughts formulating in my head. Some kind of guys-only get together? I was a bit dazed as I racked my brain for some dirty reference I didn’t know…

“Well, it’s a party where we cook sausage,” he continued. “People come over and eat it, we play music and we dance.”

Still in disbelief, I turned back to Pete. “For real? This is a real thing?”

“Oh yeah. The last one was great.”

“The house smelled like meat for days,” Mike added. “You should come.”

He gave me his number and address, and I told him, still hesitant, that I might stop by.

I pondered this sausage party for a week, questioning the legitimacy of the event. My roommates thought it was a bit bogus, but I convinced one good friend to go with me despite the unknown. But come Saturday, something came up and my friend backed out. I didn’t push it, and I was too skeptical to show up to a ‘sausage party’ alone. So, I didn’t go.

A week later I found myself in the editing suites again, trying to read this guy further. A few days later, the same. And again, the same. Mixed signals, mixed smiles, mixed words… I agonized over all of them for a week or two—pining for him, then stopping myself due to his lack of making a move. I figured it must have been a joke—the sausage party. But then he’d say something to make me think otherwise again… I finally got my act together one day and asked him out to dinner to find out for sure one way or the other whether he was interested. He was.

He told me that night that he thought I wasn’t interested when I didn’t show up at the party. That he had been waiting for me to come all night.

“I didn’t think it was a real thing—a sausage party,” I told him. “It’s a bit strange, you know.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that might have had something to do with it,” he said.

Our first date was at a Middle Eastern restaurant just off-campus that same night. We’ve been together ever since. I’m still waiting for him to throw me a sausage party.

only memories...................

Author Unknown



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.

Beauty Is in the Eye of the Beholder

Author Unknown

She was not beautiful.
Nothing about her was extraordinary.
Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.
She grew up in a family of six.
The eldest, she learnt responsibility at an early age.
As she grew stronger, and brighter,
She instilled a sort of light cheer to whomever she met.

She was not beautiful.
But she made others feel beautiful about themselves.
She meets a rebel boy who thinks he's all man.
Befriending him, she teaches him how to read,
A little boost the man needed to go to college.

They became friends fast and she fell,
Fast in love with her rugged, handsome student.
The "man" then finds himself in a dilemma
He soon found himself in love with a girl.
A girl so beautiful, she turned even the grouchiest men's head.
Her hair was a halo of light around her,
Her eyes the bluest blue of ocean.

Like an angel he tells his tutor
Like a beautiful angel.
The girl swallows a lump at her throat

She was not beautiful
She did not possess the heart of the one she loved
But she did not care.
As long as he was happy,
She would be or so she tried to.

She helped him write the most beautiful letter to his angel
All the time envisioning that it was she herself
Receiving those very letters.
And so the girl helped him choose the right words,
Buy the right gifts for his angel
His angel brought him much joy
And much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles.
But that never stopped her from giving more
Than she will ever receive.

Then one day, all hell broke loose
The angel he loved left him for another man,
A richer, more successful man.
The boy was stunned
He was so hurt he did not speak for days
The girl went to him
He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him
He hurt and so did she.

Time went by.
And so the wounds heal.
The boy realizes something about his friend/tutor
He never realized before.
How her laughter sounded heavenly
Or how her smiles brightened up the darkest days.
Or simply how beautiful, yes beautiful she looked to him!

Beautiful.
This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him.
And he began to fall.
Fall so in love with this beautiful girl.

On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her.
He walked to her house, nervous ad fidgeting.
Running his thoughts over and over in his head.
He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him.
He was going to tell her how wonderfully n love he was with her.
He knocked.
No one was home.

The next day he found out,
The beautiful girl he fell in love with had brain aneurysm
That put her into a coma.
The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.

One final time he got to see her.
He held her hand.
He stroked her hair,
And he cried for this beautiful girl.
He cried for he will never see her smile
Or hear her speak his name

He cried.
But it was too late.

The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke out
In a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Look around you.
Aren't there a lot of plain faces?
Take a good look
A real good look or you might miss out
On that beautiful person.

Forever.

My True Life Love Story

By Emsboots

I had been widowed for 3 1/2 years when my dearest friend arrived for a visit with her latest husband of 6 years for she wanted so much for us to meet before her death as she was facing her last days here on this earth. Well he was a very nice looking man , a cowboy really and a long haul truck driver so we struck up a nice friendly relationship that made my dear friend very happy and said to me when my time comes please do not let him be alone , I made her this promise never realizing that he would after a period of grieving for her ask me to come and live with him.

The way he approached me was by telling me he had a big surprise for me as his late wife had planned this vacation of a sort for the two of us to be had after her dearth. Shocked beyond belief I accepted his invitation as this was one her last wishes. But he was not to tell me where we were to go just pack a bag for a week and trust him to do as she had requested. So with some skepticism I packed my bag and waited for him to pick me up and off we went taking over 5 hours to arrive at out final destination at the Horse Shoe Casino, well let me tell you I was like a child set loose in a candy store as I had never been in one before and all of the excitement made all of the adrenaline flow like magic and I became very at ease with the situation .

We spent a lovely week together and talked of many things one of which he said he was not going to be alone and had chosen me as his companion for the balance of our lives if I would but accept him . I told him I had to give this a lot of consideration as I had never planned on marrying again so he let me know what was ahead for me and would wait for my reply. We wrote back and forth and talked on the phone almost every night as he was out on his trips across the country and would relate to me all of the things he was seeing so I could feel as if I was there with him to enjoy them as well. Knowing I was so fascinated and intrigued by his stories he asked if I would like to take a trip on his next run out West with him so I accepted and much to my delight I found I loved the open road as he would take extra pains to see I could enjoy a new and exciting place each morning and night as we traveled together . He was so sweet and caring I could not help but fall madly in love with him and accepted his marriage proposal when he got down on one knee and asked to take his name and be his wife. Granted as he had said to me she will always hold a special place in my heart but I have found my long awaited soul mate .

We made a number of trips over the country and I had moved to his home where we shared so many wonderful dreams and plans of our future together. After we both felt that enough time had elapsed we set the date for our marriage and set about making all of the final little details of a glorious wedding , and on the night just 3 hours before his untimely death we had sat and said to one another " well nether of us will leave this world alone, unloved or unwanted as we have one another " so as he gently touched my face and said "I do love you with all of my heart now and forever more so never leave me " and I promised him I would always be here for him and he went in and tried to sleep. After two hours of fretful rest he arose and headed to the bathroom only to collapse in respiratory arrest where I administered CPR and was able to have him up and coherent when the medics arrived but he still was in need of oxygen so he was placed in the ambulance with me at his side and once he was in route to the hospital he said to me as his last words ever spoken alive was " I love you babe , everything is going to be alright so don't worry " but once said he went into cardiac arrest never to come out of again and with being placed on life support for 25 minutes he completely flat lined leaving me behind to ride the roads all alone once more .

As I was placing him in the ground I felt this flutter about me and glanced around to see this golden butterfly wing towards heaven letting me know he was on the road again but to God's highway this time. When he would awaken on the road he would always say to me " come on babe it's time to be on the road again " and off we would go so I know in my heart when he awakens from this trip he will once again call out to me in his usual manner " okay babe time to be on the road again" and I will meet him at the gate and we will forever ride the golden streets of heaven as we had planned . He had passed to the other side just 3 weeks before our scheduled date of earthly marriage but in my heart of hearts I was married to him in the eyes of God for we had made out vows on a mountain top to each other before God and even if we had never stood before man and made this vow for on the eve of his passing he had announced to all of his friends our date to be forever more together. So on this day that was to be the date of our proposed marriage I went to the cemetery where he is at rest and made my vows once more to him in prayer to God so I know our marriage is approved by God for as I said my prayer another butterfly joined with another and they both flew towards heaven side by side .

Thankful for a true love of a life time

I hate it when you cry

by cute_ny


She was lying on her bed as if feeling lifeless. This was the first time she couldn’t bear this distance between him and her. As she hugged her pillow and wept to herself, she remembered the time they spent together a week back.
He invited her to his place where they spent three days together. They walked on beaches at night, shared intimate moments and ended up making love at the late hours. Something connected them and she loved it so much that she ached to be with him.
“Here is your ticket and call me as soon as you reach.” He instructed as she looked at him with teary eyes. They were standing at the bus station. As tears slipped from her eyes, he reached to wipe them. “I hate it when you cry…I love you sweetheart.”
His words echoed in her heart which made her cry harder as she tried to hold her painful voice inside. She was lying in her hostel room and three of her roommates were sleeping calmly. She did not want to disturb them with her sobs.
“You want me to make you smile?” He asked her as she nodded in response. He searched for something in his pocket and slipped it on her finger. “Will you marry me?”
A smile reached her face unable to hold the sudden surge of happiness that ran in her heart but nodded in refusal. He was confused as he frowned.
“How long will you love me?” I said giving him a naughty smile. “How long? Year or two…How long?”
“I will love you till my last breathe.” He said with a serious look. “I promise.”
There was something in his words and in his eyes as if he meant to keep that promise and it scared her. A sudden blast of horn made her turn as her bus was ready to leave so she embraced him with heavy heart.
“I love you.” She said as if her voice revealed how much she meant those words.
Last night he called her at three in the morning and it startled her. She was happy to hear his voice in her sleep as he kept talking to her for three hours and by that time she was wide awake. She tried to hang up and go back to sleep but he wouldn’t agree.
“Tell me you love me.” He had said that for the tenth time in between and she would obey him blowing a kiss on the cell. “Now go to sleep.”
“I don’t feel like sleeping.” He said in a tired voice. She had known him for a long time but today he was reluctant to hang up. Every time he would make an excuse and engross her in some romantic conversation as she dismissed the idea of hanging up.
“It’s almost morning!” She said checking out her watch. “Jai, I love you sweetheart and go to sleep. You have a job tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to hang up. I miss you, Preeti.” He said in a heavy voice. “I want you here by my side.”
“Jai.” She was out of words at his craziness. She realized that as the moments were passing by, his voice was growing weaker and tired.
“Jai! Are you okay?” She asked worried as she could make out he was having problem keeping up the conversation.
“Never felt better.” He said in a slow husky voice. “It’s just that I am falling asleep.”
“I think you should sleep now.” She said finally.
“I guess so…” He said with a pause. “I love you, Preeti.”
“I love you too.” She said and hung up. Something was disturbing her about Jai as she called him back but he didn’t receive. She hung up thinking that he must have fallen asleep.
She tried to sleep as her eyelids felt heavy when a sudden vibration of her cell made jump. Jai’s number made her blush as she smiled and received his call.
“Jai…Go to sleep!” She said firmly but an unrecognized voice greeted her.
“Hello…Who is this?” She asked worried.
“Who are you? How do you know Jai Mehta?” A voice asked on the other end.
“I am Preeti Khanna.” She answered as her heart raced. “I am Jai’s fiancée.”
“This is Dr. Sheharyaar Khan from Appollo Hospital and I am sorry to inform you that Jai Mehta has passed away fifteen minutes back.”
Preeti could feel her world shatter as these words hit her head like a hammer and she could feel her body grow numb. Dr. Sheharyaar Khan explained to her about Jai’s accident which took place two days back and he had a severe brain hemorrhage.
The words were a blur for her as her brain lost all capability of understanding. Jai’s handsome face and innocent smile floated in her mind and a sudden realization of losing him dawned on her.
Her friends were by her side when she revealed to them about Jai’s death. Preeti couldn’t believe that Jai is no more as she grabbed her cell phone to dial his number when a message symbol blinked on her mobile.
‘Preeti…I am sorry to leave u but I tried to keep my promise that I will love you till my last breath. I have loved u from bottom of my heart, ur smile brings solace to my soul and I can never bear to see u crying. Baby, even if I am not there…remember that I love you and will protect you. I will miss you….Goodbye.’
She has read his message again and again sobbing in the dark. She tried to dial his mobile number which was ‘switched off’.
Jai was gone and she knew he would never return to her. His memories assaulted her mind as she lay awake but by dawn she drifted off to a restless sleep. At morning when she checked her cell phone, there was a message for her.
“I hate it when you cry…I love you.”

The Hardest Thing I Have To Say!

It all started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together.

I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a friend kinda thing that I was feeling.

All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him.

I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York, I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I had inside my heart.

Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a letter with an invitation to a marriage. It was from him, I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. The big church wedding and the reception at the hotel. I met the bride and of course him. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me.

I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life. As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said: "meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore.

Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce. I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together.

One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport. And that it took this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place. Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. Asking questions why did this happen to a kind guy like him?

I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a diary that of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California. As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written.

The diary was started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart.

If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe that next day will never come at all.

Thinking of You

Sophie's face faded into the gray winter light of the sitting room. She dozed in the armchair that Joe had bought for her on their fortieth anniversary. The room was warm and quiet. Outside it was snowing lightly.
At a quarter past one the mailman turned the corner onto Allen Street. He was behind on his route, not because of the snow, but because it was Valentine's Day and there was more mail than usual. He passed Sophie's house without looking up. Twenty minutes later he climbed back into his truck and drove off.
Sophie stirred when she heard the mail truck pull away, then took off her glasses and wipe her mouth and eyes with the handkerchief she always carried in her sleeve. She pushed herself up using the arm of the chair for support, straightened slowly and smoothed the lap of her dark green housedress.
Her slippers made a soft, shuffling sound on the bare floor as she walked to the kitchen. She stopped at the sink to wah the two dishes she had left on the counter after lunch. Then she filled a plastic cup halfway with water and took her pills. It was one forty-five.
There was a rocker in the sitting room by the front window. Sophie eased herself into it. In a half-hour the children would be passing by on their way home from school. Sophie waited, rocking and watching the snow.
The boys came first, as always, runnng and calling out things Sophie could not hear. Today they were making snowball as they went, throwing them at one another. One snowball missed and smackd hard into Sophie's window. She jerked backward, and the rocker slipped off the edge of her oval rag rug.
The girl dilly-dallied after the boys, in twos and threes, cupping their mittened hands over their mouths and giggling. Sophie wonder if they were telling each other about the valentines they had received at school. One pretty girl with long brown hair stopped and pointed to her face behind the drapes, suddenly self-consious. When she looked out again, the boys and girls were gone. It was cold by the window, but she stayed there watching the snow conver the children's footprints
A florist's truck turned onto Allen Street. Sophie followed it with her eyes. It was moving slowly. Twice it stopped and started again. Then the driver pulled up in front of Mrs. Mason's house next door and parked.Who would be sending Mrs. Mason flowers? Sophie wondered. Her daughter in Wisconsin? Or her brother? No, her brother was very ill. It was probably her daughter. How nice of her.
Flowers made Sophie think of Joe and, for a moment, she let the aching memory fill her. Tomorrow was the fifteenth. Eight months since his death.
The flower mans was knocking at Mrs. Mason's front door. He carried a long white and green box and a clipboard. No one seemed to be answering. Of course! It was Friday - Mrs. Mason quilted at the church on Friday afternoons. the delivery man looked around, then started toward Sophie's house.
Sophie shoved herself out of the rocker and stood close to the drapes. The man knocked. Her hands trembled as she straightened her hair. She reached her front hall on the third knock.
"Yes?" she said, peering around a slightly opened door. "Good afternoon, ma'am," the man said loudly. "Would you take a delivery for your neighbor?"
"Yes," Sophie answered, pulling the door wide open. "Where would you like me to put them?" the man asked politely as he strode in.
"In the kitchen, please. On the table." The man looked big to Sophie. She could hardly see his face between his green cap and full beard. Sophie was glad he left quickly, and she locked the door after him.
The box was as long as the kitchen table. Sophie drew near to it and bent over to read the lettering: "NATALIE'S Flowers for Every Occasion." The rich smell of roses engulfed her. She closed her eyes and took slower breaths, imagining yellow roses. Joe had always chosen yellow. "To my sunshine," he would say, presenting the extravagant bouquet. He would laugh delightedly, kiss her on the forehead, then take her hands in his and sing to her "You Are My Sunshine."
It's was five o'clock when Mrs. Mason knocked at Sophie's front door. Sophie was still at the kitchen table. The flower box was now open though, and she held the roses on her lap, swaying slightly and stroking the delicate yellow petals. Mrs. Mason knocked again, but Sophie did not hear her, and after several minutes the neighbour left.
Sophie rose a little while later, laying the flowers on the kitchen table. Her cheeks were flushed. She dragged a stepstool across the kitchen floor and lifted a white porcelain vase from the top corner cabinet. Using a drinking glass, she filled the vase with water, then tenderly arranged the roses and greens, and carried them into the sitting room.
She was smiling as she reached the middle of the room. She turned slightly and began to dip and twirl in small slow circles. She stepped lightly, gracefully, around the sitting room, into the kitchen, down the hall, back again. She danced till her knees grew weak, and then she dropped into the armchair and slept.At a quarter past six, Sophie awoke with a start. Someone was knocking on the back door this time. It was Mrs. Mason."Hello, Sophie," Mrs. Mason said. "How are you? I knocked at five and was a little worried when you didn't come. Were you napping?" She chattered as she wiped her snowy boots on the welcome mat and stepped inside. "I just hate snow, don't you? The radio says we might have six inches by midnight, but you can never trust them, you know. Do you remember last winter when they predicted four inches, and we hand twenty-one? Twenty-one! And they said we'd have a mild winter this year. Ha! I don't think it's been over zero in weeks. Do you know my oil bill was $263 last month? For my little house!"
Sophie was only half-listening. She had remembered the roses suddenly and was turning hot with shame. The empty flower box was behind her on the kitchen table. What would she say to Mrs. Mason?
"I don't know how much longer I can keep paying the bills. If only Alfred, God bless him, had been as careful with money as your Joseph. Joseph! Oh, good heavens! I almost forgot about the roses."Sophie's cheeks burned. She began to stammer an apology, stepping aside to reveal the empty box.
"Oh, good," Mrs. Mason interrupted. "You put the roses in water. Then you saw the card. I hope it didn't startle your to see Joseph's handwriting. Joseph had asked me to bring you the roses the first year, so I could explain for him. He didn't want to alarm you. His 'Rose Trust,' I think he called it. He arranged it with the florist last Apirl. Such a good man, your Joseph..."
But Sophie had stopped listening. Her heart was pounding as she picked up the small white envelope she had missed earlier. It had been lying beside the flower box all this time. With trembling hands, she removed the card.

"To my sunshine," it said. "I love you with all my heart. Try to be happy when you think of me. Love, Joe."

A Silent Love

by smilez_22

From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"

As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"

The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.

The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......

The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.

During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....

The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.

When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.

Life Together

One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office.
Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.

Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story....
This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage nothing ever seems to go right.

They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....

Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of marriage at the age of 70, he couldnt understand why the old couple would still want a divorce..

While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband..
"I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore, I'm sorry.."
"Its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Lookin at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna be friends..

At the dining table, there was a silence of awkardness.
The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this, its your favourite.."

Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.."
This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never thought about how I feel, dont you know that i hate drumsticks?"

Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's favourite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants is the best for her.

That night, both of them couldnt sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldnt take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "i love you"...

He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number....ringing never stops..he never stop dialing....

On the other side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand how come after all these years, he still doesnt understand her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take it anymore....phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing that its him..."whats the point of talking now that its over...i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still ringing...she have decided to pull out the cord...

Little did she remember, he have heart problems...

The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her phone line....

As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings...when she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary being her... And together in those file, there was this note...

"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made when we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to know Iwill always be around, by your side... I love you"

Tears flowed like river......

"When you love someone, let them know... You never know what will happen the next minute.... Learn to build a life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they are.. not what they are..."

CRUSHED

Real Life Love Stories By unknown It was last year when I met him during a school carnival. I was walking with my friend into the school of business when she bumped into her classmates. I didn't know what actually happened but I remembered I was staring at this particular guy in the group. From that day onwards, he never left my mind. After months of consideration, I finally took the first step. I wrote a letter to him confessing I actually was attracted by him and if we could be friends. I got my friend to pass him the letter and we started being friends. At first, he didn't know what I looked like as he didn't remember seeing me. One day, my friend tricked me into going to her computer lab. He was there. It was then we first met and spoke. He shook my hand and introduced himself. Ever since then, I started seeing more of him. I started sending him messages to his cell phone daily. It could be a daily good-night message or just to tell him to take care. He would usually reply to my messages. One day, after the exams, I finally asked him out. We went to eat dinner and after that, we went back to school at night and sat at the exit staircase staring at the stars, drinking and chatting. It was then I felt that I was really in love with this guy. He sent me home later. From that day on, I could not get him out of my mind. Somehow, I started seeing him quite often. He works at Starbucks so I would go there to study and hang out. Hanging out was just an excuse for me to see him. We would bump into each other in school daily and smile and say Hi. Sometimes, we would joke around and just chat. During Christmas, I bought a gift for him. It took me some time to actually pass it to him. He was appreciative. In return, he gave me a wallet. At first, I was joyful. Then, I found out he gave my friend a Christmas present too when she hadn't bought him anything. But that didn't mean anything to me. Receiving a gift from him was all I could think of. Months later, after our second trip to the movies we started seeing each other less and the messages became less. After 4 months, I finally got my friend to ask whether he liked me or he knew my feelings for him. All the while, she wanted to ask him that but I wasn't ready to face the truth. Deep down in my heart, I actually knew the answer but I couldn't face up to reality. After 4 months, I felt I was ready. I got my answer. He rejected me. He didn't like me. However, my friend didn't tell me that. Instead, she got another friend to tell me the answer over the phone. I kept silent and tears started falling from my eyes. The tears just kept falling. It didn't stop. My heart was shattered. It left a scar behind. I no longer can love. I no longer can face him. To me, love was a mistake. But I would never regret ever loving him.