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A Promise
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Jul 3, 2009 8:52 pm
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In Our Love Story,
There Maybe Commas,...
But Never A Full Stop.
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LOVE
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Jul 3, 2009 8:42 pm
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Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen to the echo of our hearts. We all fall in love and there are times that we love so much that we lose our self in our own emotion. More often than not, we wonder why there is love that grows cold. We would start to search for an answer and try to find where love has gone wrong but in the end we find our self where we started. We cannot question love where it has it’s own reason. Love will always be as it has always been silent, mysterious, and deeply profound.
Many of us believe that love is forever, that love never dies only to be disillusion in the end. We find our hands empty and our hearts longing. We mistakenly have looked at love as need to be fulfilled but love is only a gift given to us. We should not hold it in our hands for we may not find the strength to let it go when it decide to leave. We should only embrace it’s warm and glow while it lasts and then freely open our hearts when it’s time to say goodbye.
When we fall in love with someone we don’t want that feeling to end for it is everything we are and everything that we wanted to be, we pray that love will stay and grow in our hearts but if it doesn’t we should not let our lives be taken by it, for life should not end where heart aches begin. There’s always a reason why we have to move on. When we have to say goodbye to the feelings we wanted to stay forever but we should not wave our hands with heavy hearts for love will set it’s wings free and find it’s place where it belongs.
We may have lost it but then again when we close our eyes and listen to the echo of our hearts we will hear that feeling resounding silently forever. Then we will know that it never left us for the good that we have become because love will always stay. It will always be there reminding us that we should be thankful and happy not because we have lost love but because for once in our lives, that feeling lives in our hearts and made us happy…
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How Smart Is Your Right Foot?
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Jul 3, 2009 8:39 pm
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Just try this. It is from an orthopedic surgeon.......This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your right foot, but, you can't. It's preprogrammed in your brain!
1. WITHOUT anyone watching you (They will think you are GOOFY) and while sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make Clockwise Circles.
2. Now......while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your Right Hand. Your foot will change direction.
I told you so!!! And there's nothing you can do about it! You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done You are going to try it again, if you've not already done so.
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RED ROSE
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Jul 3, 2009 8:24 pm
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Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
Every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine.” like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say.
“I love you even more this year, than last year. On this day,
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.”
She knew that this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase.
Then set the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband’s favorite chair,
While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then the very hour, as on Valentine’s before,
The doorbell rang and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then went to get the telephone, to call the flower shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he could explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her so much pain?
“I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,” the owner said,
“I know you’d call, and you would want to know,
The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing for chance.”
“There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you’ll get them every year.
There is also another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card, he did this years ago,
Then, should I ever find out that he is no longer here,
That’s the card that should be sent to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard,
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote…
“Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone.
I hope it hasn’t been to hard for you to overcome.
I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way around, I know how would I feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.”
“You were my friend, and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.”
“When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.”
“Please, try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year and they will only stop,
when your door’s not answered, when the florist stops to knock.”
“He will come five times that day, just in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I have instructed him,
And place the roses, where we are, together once again…”
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