Inspirational love stories - 

Love and Time

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness,
Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings
that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,

"Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no
place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please
help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."

"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love
called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and
overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at
dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,

Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"

"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of
understanding how valuable Love is."

THE 4 WIVES
 

There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned
her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her
nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show
 off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run
away with some other men.

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is
the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned
to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in
maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the
merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took
notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He
thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die,
I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and
showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me
company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.

The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then
asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you
follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here!
I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me
out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?"
"I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can
only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant
was devastated.

Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The
merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she
suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much
better care of you while I could have !"

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives

a. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look
good, it'll leave us when we die.

b. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

c. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us
when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

d. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and
sensual pleasure.
 Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a
good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed
to lament

- A Box Full of Kisses

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of
gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a
box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the
next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found
out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a
present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in
her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you,
Daddy."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that
gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an
imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold
container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family
members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could
hold, more precious than this.
 

Women..
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WOMEN have strengths that amaze men. They carry children, they carry

hardships, they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.

They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry.

They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.

WOMEN wait by the phone for a "safe at home call" from a friend or
relative after a snowy drive home.
WOMEN have special qualities about them. They volunteer for good
causes.

They are pink ladies in hospitals, they bring food to shut ins.

They are childcare workers, executives, attorneys, stay-at-home moms,

biker babes and your neighbors. They wear suits, jeans, and they wear
uniforms.

They fight for what they believe in. They stand up for injustice.

They are in the front row at PTA meetings. They vote for the person
that will do the best job for family issues.

WOMEN walk and talk the extra mile to get their children in the right
schools and for getting their family the right health care.

They write to the editor, their congressmen and to the "powers that be"
for things that make for a better life. They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.

WOMEN stick a love note in their husband's lunch box. They do without
new shoes so their children can have them. They go to the doctor with a
frightened friend.

They love unconditionally.

WOMEN are honest, loyal, and forgiving They are smart, knowing that
knowledge is power; but they still know how to use their softer side to
make a point.

WOMEN want to be the best for their family, their friends, and
themselves.

They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get
awards.

They are happy (or cry) when they hear about a birth or a new marriage.

Their hearts break when a friend dies. They have sorrow at the loss of
a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no
strength left.

A WOMAN'S touch can cure any ailment. They know that a hug and a
kiss
 can heal a broken heart. She can make a romantic evening unforgettable.

WOMEN come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes. They live in homes,
apartments and cabins. They drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to
show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman
is what makes the world spin!

WOMEN do more than just give birth. They bring joy and hope. They
give
compassion and ideals. They give moral support to their family and
friends.

And all they want back is a hug, a smile and for you to do the same to
people you come in contact with. Women have a lot to say and a lot to
give.

This was sent to you by someone who respects you as a WOMAN and who

sees many of your qualities in this letter. Why not pass it on to someone
you recognize and know?

That which does not destroy us only makes us stronger!

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A few words of advice

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ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older,
their conversational skills will be as important as any other.

THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.

FOUR. When you say, "I love you", mean it.

FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.

SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams
don't have much.

NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only
way to live life completely.

TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to

answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"

FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements

involve great risk.

FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.

SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self;

Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take

immediate steps to correct it.

TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will

hear it in your voice.

TWENTY ONE. Spend some time alone.

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The Window
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Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same

hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in
his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the

fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the

room's only window. The other man had to spend
all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of

their wives and families, their homes, their
jobs, their involvement in the military service,
where theyhad been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the

window could sit up, he would pass the time by
describing to his roommate all the things he could see
outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those

one-hour periods where his world would be broadened
and enlivened by all the activity and color of
the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans played on the water while

children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked
arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view
of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in

exquisite detail, the man on the other side of
the room would close his eyes and imagine the
picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window

described a parade passing by. Although the other man
couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's
eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with
descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day

nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to
find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who
had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened
and called the hospital attendants to take the body
away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man

asked if he could be moved next to the window.
The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after
making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one

elbow to take his first look at the real world
outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the
window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could havecompelled

his deceased roommate who had described such
wonderful things outside this window. The nurse
responded that the man was blind and could not even
see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

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Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in
making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness
when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have

that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

>People will forget what you said...

>People will forget what you did...
>But people will never forget how you made them feel...

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Six words of wisdom

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Standing for what you believe in, regardless of the odds against you,
and the pressure that tears at your resistance, means COURAGE

Keeping a smile on your face, when inside you feel like dying,
for the sake of supporting others, means STRENGTH

Stopping at nothing, and doing what in your heart you know is right,
to make another's life a little more bearable, without uttering a single
......... complaint, .........
means COMPASSION

Helping a friend in need, no matter the time or effort,

to the best of your ability, means LOYALTY

Giving more than you have and expecting absolutely nothing in return,
means SELFLESSNESS

Holding your head high, and being the best you know you can be
when life seems to fall apart at your feet, and facing each difficulty
with the confidence that time will bring you better tomorrows,
and never giving up, means CONFIDENCE

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Kyle
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One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was
walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of
his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a
Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a
football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and
went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.

They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he
landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten
feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes My heart went
out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses,
and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks.
They really should get lives. " He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!"
 There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real
gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned
out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he
had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private
school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He
turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
with my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him,
and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle
with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna
really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! " He just laughed
and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best
friends.

When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on

Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that
the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for
business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him
all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so
glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He
looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and
all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back
and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks
(the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he
cleared his throat, and began

"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough
years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your
friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you
can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with
disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself
over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom
wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me
and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing
the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular
boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not
until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your
actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for
 worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.

Look for God in others. "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings
have trouble remembering how to fly." There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is
history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.

for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.

Money was tight and he became even moreas empty. He spoke to him in a
harsh manner, "Don Send My Love to Heaven

What can I say about a girl I loved since I was ten..... that I love the way she laughs at me
when I commit mistakes, the way she fusses over silly things and even the way she cries
over some sad silly late night show? Somehow, I wished I could have told her that I love
her but now there's no hope in doing so. For now, it's rather too late- too late for me to do
so.

She was my best friend and I have known her since we were small. She knew all my
secrets, which reveals my feelings for her, that I love her not only because she's pretty and
smart but also the way she laughs at everything and the way she sees life and love.

I could still remember the first time we met; I was five years old then. It was one windy
afternoon having no one to play with except for my best friend, Troy. He and his family just
moved out to transfer at a neighboring state because his father got promoted. And so I
climbed up our tree house, I saw a moving truck coming down the street. I watched it
approaching and noticed a family station wagon following it. It stopped in front of the house
and out came a family. I was about to glance away when out came the loveliest girl I've
seen. She was four years old that time but then even at an early age she was a beauty. She
had long curly hair, which reached almost to her waist. She had fair complexion and eyes
which could make a man lose his heart into them. I continued to watch her when suddenly
she looked up and saw me watching them in the tree house window. I was about to duck
when she smiled and waved her hand. I waved back then watched in amazement as I saw
her running towards the tree house. So I went to the edge of the ladder and said, "Would
you like to come up?" she answered, "May I?" So I help her climb up and when she reached
the top she then turned to me and said, "By the way, my name's Sam, what's yours?" I
answered, “My name is Christopher but then you can call me Chris." She smiled and said,
“Well I like your name. Hey your tree house's neat!" then I replied, “Thanks! Troy and I
made this. This used to be our hide out. We used to goof around, play ball and go biking
together. He was my best friend and I kind of miss him you know." She smiled and said
"I'm here now, we could do things you do with troy and I could be your new best friend too.
I never had a boy for a friend before so it could be exciting to have one. I could learn how
to play ball and I have my bicycle so we could go biking together. Now how does that sound
to you?" I smiled and said, "Well that sounds good enough." Then she held her hand and
said, "It's a deal then!" So that's how it started.

So we became best friends and it was kind of strange at first for she was a girl and there
are things which I was little bit hesitant to indulge her like catching frogs, swimming in the
lake and climbing trees, but then she tried and did everything just to please me. There was
even a time when she fell off the bike trying to catch up with me in a race we had and I was
the one who bandaged her scraped knee. I could still remember the time when she hit the
window of our neighbor when we were playing baseball and it was I who talked to Mr.
Chambers and promised to pay for the damage, which meant having to loose a week’s
allowance. I remembered the time when I fell off the tree when I tried to rescue a little
kitten because Sam was near to tears when she saw the helpless kitten trapped in a branch.
I even fought with the tough guy when they teased Sam and made her cry and I ended up
having a black eye and a bruised cheek. I remember Sam crying as she placed an ice bag
over the damaged eye and later gave it a get-well kiss. I did everything to please her and
gave everything her little heart desires.

The lake was our favorite hang out. We had our Saturday swim routine. We would pack food
and later eat them under the big oak tree. There was a special branch in which the two of
us could sit together and tell each other's dreams. She dreams of being a Ballerina and she
knows my dream of becoming a doctor. She never laughs at my dreams and pursuits even if
they were quite impossible. It made me like her even more.

As years went by, I noticed that my feelings towards her were slowly changing. Somehow, I
thought it was just a simple crush case. But when I started thinking about her at night,
dreaming of her and having the feeling of wanting to be with her all the time, I thought it
was something different, something that made me feel strange, but then it was exhilarating
feeling. It made me feel so alive. Whenever our hands touch, I could feel the tingling
sensation in my spine. Once, when we were at the lake having our Saturday swim routine
and as I carried her towards the water edge, I had the feeling of not wanting to let go. I just
wanted that moment to continue hoping it would never end. I then realized I was slowly
falling in love with my best friend.

Many times I tried to deny the feeling for I was scared to imagine what would happen if
ever I'd try to tell her how I feel about her. I was scared because she might think that I'm
taking advantage of her and our friendship. I was afraid of losing her so I just kept my
feeling hidden.

We reached the age of fifteen and I noticed that Sam grew lovelier each day. How my heart
aches wherever I see boys glance her way. I want to punch their noses as I watch them
talking to her giving compliments, flowers and chocolates. There were times when I watch
her at a distance mixed feelings of anger and hurt because it hurts so much to know that
there were so many things I wanted to tell her but then I could not do so. There were so
many presents which I long to give her but then I could not for she might see me only as a
friend. I was also scared of letting her know how I feel about her as much as losing her.

Then one day, I just learned from a friend that she already had a boyfriend. At first, I tried
to convince myself that it was just a rumor. Her boyfriend was Mark, a popular senior, who
was the heartthrob of the campus. She, being the cheerleader was close to the basketball
team which Mark was the captain. When I saw them walking together at the parking lot that
afternoon, I watched her with my heart slowly breaking into pieces. I saw her wave at me
but I just pretended not to see her for I was scared that she might see in my eyes the pain
I'm feeling inside because of seeing her with another guy.
Those days that followed where the saddest days of my life. How my heart aches when I
see her walk by me with him at her side. every time we meet in hallways and I see him
around her, there's a feeling inside me that makes me want to grab her away from him.
How it hurts to see the girl I long possess was now owned by somebody else. That special
smile I long for her to cast on me was now casted on him as she passes by me she doesn’t
know that I whisper the words "God how I love you."

Then one faithful day they broke up. She came too me that evening crying on my shoulder.
They had a big fight and it ended up to their break up. Mixed feelings were scaring me
inside. I was happy because she was free and maybe I would have the chance of telling her
my true feelings for her but then I was feeling so bad because she is crying her heart out
just for him. At that time, I was not quite sure of what I wanted to do.

So we found ourselves doing what we did in old days with our Saturday swim routine,
spending time in our tree house. We still enjoyed doing childish pranks for we still are both
young at heart.

So many chances I had for me to confess my feelings for her but still I couldn't bring myself
to her for I was scared of losing her once more. I once lost her, now I could not bear of
losing her again by telling her I love her. So I just kept my feelings even if it was bursting
to be expressed from my aching heart.

It was a week from our JS Prom, we were seated at the branch of an oak tree drying
ourselves after our afternoon swim when she said, "I was wondering Chris if you would like
to be my partner?" It just got out of my wits for it was like a dream I never thought would
happen. It took me awhile to answer her, "I thought there are so many boys who would die
for you to be their partner?" So she turned away and quietly said, "Well I just thought I
would like to spend that night with my best friend." Then she continued in a whisper I could
barely hear, "Don't you want to die just like them to be my partner Chris?" I was too
stunned to speak for it came close for me to blurt my feelings for her. We we're silent for a
while until I finally whispered, "I would be happy to be your partner Sam." The she smiled
and suddenly kissed my cheek. I could hardly contain the joy I felt that time. I saw her
turned red and bowed her head. Suddenly she stood up and run towards the water saying,
"Last one to reach the water treats to sundae fudge!" I ran slowed up so that I would lose
which meant having to have her with me for another three hours or more.

Our Prom night came. I bought a new tuxedo and poured almost the entire bottle of
perfume. I went to fetch Sam. Sam's mother greeted me and I went to sit in the living room
waiting for her to come down. I was talking to her father when I heard her say, "How do I
look?" I look up and saw her lovelier than ever in a strapless white dress with her hair
flowing around her face. I stood up and opened my mouth but found out I could not find my
voice. Then I got her hand shakily fastened the corsage around her wrist and whispered,
"To the loveliest girl in the whole world." She then asked, “Is that true?" I nodded and she
smiled and I smiled back then I turned to open the door for her.
When we arrived at the gymnasium we hardly recognized our classmates. Gone were the
jeans and T-shirts. They were replaced with tuxedos and gowns. Then I held out her hand
bowed and said," Would you give me the honor of your first dance?" She laughed and
curtseyed. Then I led her to the dance floor.

It was like a dream coming true, a moment of enchantment. I was there dancing with the
only girl I ever loved. She was smiling up to me, as we were slowly moving in a smooth
gliding motion. I found myself lost as I stared down to her sparkling eyes. The curls of her
long hair were like waves enhancing her beautiful face. There were so many things I wanted
to tell her that moment. I wanted to tell that she was the most beautiful girl that night. I
wanted to tell her that she would always be the beacon of light in my darkness, but what I
wanted to tell her the most was that I love her. I drew up all my courage and bent to
whisper it in her ear but suddenly the music stopped and the magic was gone. I came close
to telling her, but still haven't done it.

We walked towards the table and found ourselves surrounded by friends. I asked her if she
wanted a drink, she nodded and so I went to get one. It took me a long time to get one and
when I returned to our table, she was gone. I asked her friend, Katie, where she was but
she told me that she doesn't know. So I went and search for her.

As I was searching for her, I reached the garden. There I saw two silhouette figures outlined
by the moon's silvery light. They were so close to each other. I could never describe the
feeling I had when I recognized the white dress Sam was wearing that night. I just turned
and left the gymnasium. Since that night, I avoided her. Many times she tried talking to me
but I never gave her the chance to do so. I was afraid to hear her say that she loves Mark
and not me. I would rather have left in ignorance of her true feelings for me than to hear
from those dreaded words and feel my hope crush and my heart break. I didn't return her
calls. I would not see her if she comes into our house. In the hallways, as she approaches I
would go to another direction. It also hurts to do those things but then I thought that was
the best way to forget her. Those months were tormenting but still I kept my pride.

The day of our graduation came. I was planning to take up medicine at a neighboring state
and was to move out the next day. As the program ended, she approached me and handed
me a rose. As she stared at me. There was something in her eyes I couldn't describe. There
was sadness in them and when she smiled it wasn't the same smile she had. I wanted to
hug her at that moment, tell her that I love her but then she turned and walked away from
me.

So I moved out the next day as I planned. Luckily, I was accepted at the university. I
concentrated with my studies but still I think of her at night. I was always wondering if she
thinks of me too. I tried hard not to think of her but still I could not stop myself from loving
her. Each achievement I have was done for her. I thought that if I will be successful one
day, I would be able to tell her that I love her and by that time, I'm worthy of having her.

It was a year after our graduation when I decided to return home and see her again. I
thought a year is too much for me not to see her and during the past year I felt like a
person lost in the desert and only the sight of her could quench the thirst I have inside. As I
got off the plane, I went home directly, desperate to get to her house desperate to see her,
to hug her. Then I would tell her that I missed her and that I have loved her for a long time.
This time I am determined to let her know my true feelings for her and I could not contain
anymore the love I have for her.

I reached their house; I saw her older sister and I approached her. I smiled at her but I
noticed she didn't smile back. I was confused for she used to be a cheerful lasy just like my
dear Sam. I then asked," Hi Jen! I guess you're surprised why I'm here. Well I just want to
visit you and I was also hoping to see Sam. I kind of miss her you know. Ummm.........bby
the way have you seen her?" All I saw was sadness in her eyes as she replied quietly "Come
follow me."

I was confused with the way she's acting but still I followed her. As we were walking, I was
trying to indulge her in a conversation but just answered my questioned briefly. Then I
realized that she was leading me to the direction of the lake. It was still the same as I left
it, with the same oak tree Sam and I used to climb up. I smiled upon remembering the kiss
Sam gave me when I agreed to be her partner. It's been one of the happiest days in my life
and I realized that I missed Sam more than I thought. The Jen stopped walking and pointed
to the tree. She then whispered, "There's Sam."

I looked at where she was pointing and saw a newly dug tomb with the name of the girl I
ever loved. I could not believe at what I saw and desperately tried convincing myself that
this is all just a nightmare and I would soon wake up.

I stared at Jenny in disbelief with her eyes searching for explanations and slowly started
saying," It has been a week since she died. She died of Leukemia, but even though she was
sick, she never stopped thinking about you. It was even your name she uttered before she
died. She asked us to bury her here for she always regards this place as a place of LOVE.
She said that this is where she had spent the happiest days and that was when she was
with you. By the way, she also asked me to give you this." She handed me a parcel and
with that she left.

I slowly opened the parcel and saw that it contained the dried orchid from the corsage I
gave her for our prom. Then at the bottom I saw a letter. It was dated last month. I opened
it with shaking hands and started reading........

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I know by this time you read this letter I'm gone. I just want to tell you that I feel very
lucky and thankful to God that I had a friend like you. I would also like you to know that I
had left something inside, something I kept from you all these years. I love you Chris, not
in a friendly way but as one who would feel like spending the rest of my life with. I have
always loved you even from the start. I guess it just bloomed each day that's why the
happiest days of my life was when you were by my side. You just don't know how I
dreamed of you at night and wake up in the morning and dream no more for you are with
me. When you are away, I can't stop crying because I'm afraid to think that you are with
another girl. I just can't bear to see you with another girl. I just want you all to myself. I
may sound selfish but that's how I feel. Each time you held me close to you was like a
dream coming true for to be close to you and feel your heart beating next to mine was
heaven. So many things I did so that you will learn to love me but I NEVER saw a hint. I did
everything to please you because I love you so much that I even tried to full myself that
you're in love with me too. So many nights I've cried when I think of myself unloved by
you. Well you might think that what I'm saying are lies but, I tell you, my heart speaks the
truth for I cannot bear telling a lie to the one I love.

I know you might be thinking of Mark but I just did that to make you jealous, to make you
see me as a young woman, capable of loving and not as the little girl you used to play with.
Sometimes I imagined that you were jealous and fooled myself that it was a sign that you
feel something for me too. When Mark and I broke up and I came crying, I just did that to
know how you would react and with that I'll know that you love me too. But I failed for you
didn't give me any clue. When our prom night came, you just don't know how happy I was
when you handed me the corsage and saying that I was the loveliest girl in the whole world.
While we were dancing, I wanted so desperately to hear you say that you love me too but
you NEVER did. When Mark came and pleaded me to give him a second chance, I was
scared that you might see us talking. I didn't want you to get the wrong impression so I told
him we would talk in the garden. There I explained to him that it's you whom I really love.
What happened next was that I found you missing and later learned that you were
searching for me, I just concluded that you saw us together. The next day, I tried to explain
but then you never gave me a chance to do so. You continuously avoided me and never
knew how much pain I've experienced that time. I felt the world crushing on me. In our
Graduation day, when I approached you, I wanted to tell you how much I love you but I
decided that I just couldn't do it. I could not bear to hear that all you feel for me is just
brotherly hand of love. For I want you to love me as a woman and not as a girl or playmate.
So I just turned away and left.

Now that saying I LOVE YOU might be too late, still I want you to know that I will always
love you and my heart has always been and will be yours alone.

P.S.
Think of me sometimes.... and always remember that loving you was the best thing that
ever happened in my life.

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

I felt my tears falling as I folded the letter. I wanted to shout out to let her know that I love
her, if not as much, but more than she did for me. I love her more than anything in this
world. I knelt touching the soil of her grave and rain started to fall. I continued crying softly
and whispered, "Oh God, send my love to heaven."

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't you know, young man, when you give someone a present
there's supposed to be something inside the package?"

The little boy looked up at him with tears in his eyes and said, "Oh,
Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."

The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around
his little boy, and he begged him to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it
is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of
his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems
he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love
of the child who had put it there.

------

The story goes that a man punished his 3-year-old son

for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.

Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the
gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little boy brought the gift box to his father the
next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger
flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to him in a
harsh manner, "Don't you know, young man, when you give someone a present
there's supposed to be something inside the package?"

The little boy looked up at him with tears in his eyes and said, "Oh,
Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."

The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around
his little boy, and he begged him to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it
is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of
his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems
he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love
of the child who had put it there.

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vvvbe starting; she'd have friends over soon.

There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy

It's just the way she wanted her life to be.
On the first day of school, everything went great.
She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,

Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"

To be known in this school you had to have a clout,
And dating this guy would sure help her out.
There was only one problem stopping her fate.
Her parents had said she was too young to date.

"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.

They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"
Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."
Excited, she got ready for the big event

But as she rushed around like she had no sense,

She began to feel guilty about all the lies,
But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?
Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,

But the moonlight ride would have to wait.

For Jeff was half drunk by this time.
But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.
Then the room filled with smoked and Jeff took a puff.
Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.

Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point

But only after he'd smoked another joint.
They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,
Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.
They finally made it to the point at last,
And Jeff started trying to make a pass.
A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all
(And by a pass, I don't mean playing football.)
"Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young.

Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb."

With all of her might, she pushed Jeff say away:
"Please take me home, I don't want to stay."
Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.
In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.

As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,

Jenny knew that her life was in danger.
She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,
But he just got faster as they neared the town.
"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.
I really went out for a moonlight ride."
Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.
"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"
She doesn't remember the force of impact.
Just that everything all of a sudden went black.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
And heard, "call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!

Voices she heard...a few words at best.

But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.

Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,

And if the people in the other car was alive.
She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head,
As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.
They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.
But it looks as if we'll lose you too."

"But the people in the other car!? "Jenny cried.

"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."
Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done
I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
And wish I could return their families to them."
"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
And that it's my fault so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"

The nurse just stood there-she never agreed.

But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes.
And a few moments later Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best
To bid that girl her one last request?"
She looked at the man with eyes so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."

This story is sad and unpleasant but true,

So young people take heed, it could have been you.ey had found.
For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things with such great ease.
As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.
How wonderful it was to have her own room.
School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon.

There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy

It's just the way she wanted her life to be.
On the first day of school, everything went great.
She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,

Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"

To be known in this school you had to have a clout,
And dating this guy would sure help her out.
There was only one problem stopping her fate.
Her parents had said she was too young to date.

"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.

They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"
Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."
Excited, she got ready for the big event

But as she rushed around like she had no sense,

She began to feel guilty about all the lies,
But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?
Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,

But the moonlight ride would have to wait.

For Jeff was half drunk by this time.
But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.
Then the room filled with smoked and Jeff took a puff.
Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.

Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point

But only after he'd smoked another joint.
They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,
Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.
They finally made it to the point at last,
And Jeff started trying to make a pass.
A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all
(And by a pass, I don't mean playing football.)
"Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young.

Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb."

With all of her might, she pushed Jeff say away:
"Please take me home, I don't want to stay."
Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.
In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.
As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,
Jenny knew that her life was in danger.
She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,
But he just got faster as they neared the town.
"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.
I really went out for a moonlight ride."
Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.
"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"
She doesn't remember the force of impact.
Just that everything all of a sudden went black.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
And heard, "call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!

Voices she heard...a few words at best.

But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.

Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,

And if the people in the other car was alive.
She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head,
As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.
They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.
But it looks as if we'll lose you too."

"But the people in the other car!? "Jenny cried.

"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."
Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done
I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
And wish I could return their families to them."
"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
And that it's my fault so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"

The nurse just stood there-she never agreed.

But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes.
And a few moments later Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best
To bid that girl her one last request?"
She looked at the man with eyes so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."
This story is sad and unpleasant but true,

So young people take heed, it could have been you.