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My Friend’s Love Story

LOVEIn 1945, there was a young boy of 14 in a concentration camp. He was tall, thin but had a bright smile. Every day, a young girl came by on the other side of the fence. She noticed the boy and asked him if he spoke Polish, and he said yes. She said he’d looked hungry, and he said he was. She then reached in her pocket and gave him her apple. He thanked her and she went on her way. The next day, she came by again, bringing with her another apple which she gave him. Each day, she walked by the outside of the fence, hoping to see him, and when she did, she happily handed him an apple in exchange for conversation.

One day, he told her not to come by anymore. He told her he was being shipped to another concentration camp. As he walked away with tears streaming down his face, he wondered if he’d ever see her again. She was the only kind soul he’d seen across the fence.

He made it out of the concentration camp, and immigrated to America. In 1957, his friends had fixed him up on a blind date. He had no idea who the woman was. He picked her up, and during dinner began talking of Poland and the concentration camp. She said she was in Poland at that time. She said she used to talk to a boy and gave him apples daily. He asked if this boy was tall, skinny and if he had told her that she shouldn’t come back because he was leaving. She said yes.

It was her, the young girl who came by every day to give him apples. After 12 years, after the war and in another country…..they had met again. What are the odds? He proposed to her on that very night and told her he’d never again let her go. They are still happily married today.

Now that, my friends, is a love story. Miracles do happen, and there is a greater force at work in our lives.

 
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Posted by on December 31, 2011 in Love

 

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Imagine For A Second That A Young Couple So Deep In Love

Imagine for a second that a young couple so deep in love that they can’t see beyond each other’s eyes, plan out not only a pending wedding but as well what will be a blueprint for the rest of their lives together.

Next imagine that for one night all is forgotten. It’s funny how your world can turn upside down in an instant either for good or the bad. The ironic thing is that she wound up doing both to me. Now I have some simple philosophies about relationships and one of them just seems to be about trust.

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“I will always trust you until you give me a reason not to.” She said that there was going to be a girl’s nite out at a local club and I told her I was fine with it because she needed it (We were both going through some stress at the time). After finding out that she had already decided not to come back till around 3 in the morning, I decided to make plans for myself so as I wouldn’t be left alone all night. I went to the other side of town to hang out with my best friend whom I haven’t seen for a long while. I planned everything out perfectly so that I would be at home right around 3 about the same time as her. Well as the night progressed I was starting to get a little dependant on her call. I was waiting to hear how here night was going or for her to as how my night was going…… no call at all.

Right around 2 I decided to call her it was no surprise that she was totally wasted but thanks to her friend from work she was able to get home safely. I rushed to get back home but was only able to make it by 3 like I had intended. As I entered our apartment I found her boots lying in the living room and also found her sound asleep in the room. Now here is the part where I do admit that I could be wrong. As I was setting up to go to sleep as well, I checked her phone and her text messages only to find that she had sent various messages to someone named Anna. By my own knowledge Anna is a female name but these messages weren’t made out on that fact. It seemed that she was sending messages to someone named Ricky which I can only think was her ex-boyfriend before I came along a year ago.

You also have to keep in mind, that was the last piece of the puzzle that confirmed my suspicions. On earlier occasions she would step out of a room to make a call, became very private about the things she did when I wasn’t around, and to top it all off was acting very separated towards me. I think that if it looks like shit, smells like shit, then 10 times out of 10 it is shit. My only assumption was that she is cheating on me. Now here I am, the following day pouring my heart out to anyone that will listen. Everything I have in life is in her. My family is in another state, we’ve invested so much into each other, and basically outside of this I have nothing. Just in case your wondering if i’m making myself look like a saint, i’m gonna give you some quick details about myself. I’m not a drinker, or a smoker. I’m from what people tell me funny, caring, and at sometimes out going. I have never done anything to harm her and have treated her like a queen. I guess I am a saint after all.

 
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Posted by on December 27, 2011 in For Emotional

 

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When I Was Younger..

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It seems strange to talk about it now — to take something so private and place it in such a public place — particularly since keeping it secret was so important when I was younger. I imagine I must have been about sixteen, and I had just about figured out that I was gay. Tony was nearly fifteen — I went to school with him, although he was in a different year. I met him at a society at

school.

He was everything that I didn’t feel that I was: confident, athletic and attractive. I had been incredibly quiet … it was an all-boys’ school and being gay was not really an option. I just tried to keep out of everyone’s way, out of the firing line. No one knew, but my reticence and retiring nature were apparently as worthy of derision.

Tony, I guess because he was younger than I was, didn’t have any of these preconceptions, and I felt more confident with him. He treated me like a human being. It was fun and completely liberating.

I was vulnerable and desperate for some form of affirmation. So I suppose it was inevitable that I should fall for him.

The next year there was a school trip to Greece, and we both went. I introduced him to heavy drinking (on Greek brandy) and I got to know some of his friends. I was slightly uncomfortable with their age, but at the same time it was such a relief not to be relentlessly judged. I listened to bad songs and felt that they meant something to me. I wrote relentlessly in a little red and black book, which wandered between teenage confessional and clumsy porn novel.

I never told him, although I think he knew.

Shortly after leaving school I finally came out to a friend of mine, who was then introduced to this interior world. He found it extremely funny, and with him, I came to realize exactly how trivial the whole thing was. And when I went to University I completely forgot about it.

Ten years later, it still seems so trivial.

He had been the major crush of my teenage years. I still see him now. He has not achieved the heights that my hormone-dazed eyes thought he would — he is, after all, a flawed and clumsy human. But I still feel an astonishing fondness for him.

I didn’t really think it would happen but — even as I have become entirely comfortable with being gay, had relationships, succeeded in my work and generally become a more open, gregarious and confident person — he still occupies a part of my head, and I feel warm when I think about him.

It’s not the same by any means … god knows I am not in love with him anymore.

But loving him was what I built my gay identity around — and in some ways, I could not have asked for surer foundations.

 
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Posted by on December 21, 2011 in Love

 

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“Close Your Eyes” And Then…

“Close your eyes” Maryian said..

“And the first thing you think of is.. what you really desire…”

I did and all I could see was Him…

Yes, my dream crush, Brandon Marshall, that tall dark and handsome guy who I watched every Thursday mourning at my job.. He would deliver packages.

I knew every girl practically loved Brandon, he was gorgeous, he looked as if he stepped out of a model ad for Tommy Hilfiger ad. I mean it wasn’t just his looks the boy had a personality, he spoke Italian, his mom was part that and he can cook a mean Lasnaga .. so i heard.. well one day while dreamin’ about my future “hubby” lol.. i drifted off to a dream of him and me kissing by the pond out there near the park.. i always wanted to just be with him doing something sweet.. but I was just average girl.. don’t get me wrong i was cute.. not as cute as Arie` (Are-Ree) his ex-girl miss model- she was skinny- well any ways all I wanted to do was get lost in his hazel browns and kiss his soft lips till I couldn’t kiss him anymore. So one day while talking to the customer at the coffee shop. Brandon came in just as he usually did every Thursday with a hand full of boxes delivering packages. There stood this fine 6′ hazel eyes full lips curly hair guy. My heart danced as he came near- could it be he’s finally going NOTICE me!!!.. so he looks at my way- i die!! he than smiles- i look to see if any girl was behind me. My Co-worker, Maryian was smiling tords me- she knew i liked him- hello! he’s all i talk ’bout since i first saw him, well anyways here he comes closer- i feel sweaty and my hear pounds a mile a minute- sounds of love music plays in my mind-

Well he comes near and says.. , So, i noticed you cutie what’s your name?

“I was shaking and i told him it’s , “NaTasha”

He than looked in my eyes i felt so happy…

he than than took my hand and kissed it and said.. he been noticing me every time he was shy and he couldn’t keep his feelings in any longer.

I nearly fainted…

He than asks me down near the pond by the park downtown my dream spot..

I agree..

So later we I meet him there he’s looking even cuter under moonlight.

He brings a CD Boombox and bottle of wine with two glasses.

He lays out a blanket and bends over ( nice butt =) } anyways he turned on the Radio.. and ‘butterflies’- By Michael Jackson flows through the air. He than pulls me near and looks in my dazed my eyes.. and i feel dizzy in his arms – i wonder am i dreaming?

well he whispers.. to me “Il vostro così bello stasera”- Speaking Italian-I ask him what he just said he said “Your beautiful tonight”

It sounds good in any language i thought.

He than holds me tight and we dance slowly to the music.. his hands explore me and my heart beats to every touch. He slightly pulls away and looks me in my eyes and than he kisses my lips and i swear i felt my heart stop the world froze and than something took over my body. He than pulls away and kisses me again. I feel rain drops touch my skin as it lightly pours. we still dance and kiss in the rain. He than pulls away a he lays me out on the blanket and he lays besides me he pours the wine and we talk about everything and i feel im fallin’ in love with him and i knew that my heart was his now. He took his hands and lightly touched my face and my heart jumped. He looked in my eyes and he smiled. We cuddled as it slightly rained- ROMANTIC!!! anyways he said he liked me the whole time and he was shy and now that he has me- he wouldn’t let me go so easy/ I was very happy as we laid there most of the night just talking about life.. well about a year later.. we married and now we still come back to this spot to dance….and talk till the sunrise.. love happened to me and i say hey as much as you think he’ll never be yours. think again Love will happen if it’s suppose to happen ..Remember that.

 
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Posted by on December 17, 2011 in Love

 

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Once Upon A Time

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 paper cranes 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 visualize 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 hard work 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 realize 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 realize, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, 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 paper cranes 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 paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him. 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.

 
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Posted by on December 14, 2011 in Love Memorial

 

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You And I…

10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the guy next to me. He

was my so called “best friend”. I stared at his dark, messy hair, and wished he was mine. But he didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, he walked up to me and asked me for the notes he had missed the day before and i handed them to him. He said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

11th grade

The phone rang. On the other end, it was him. He was in tears, mumbling on and on about how his homies had left him. He asked me to come over because he didn’t feel like being alone, so I did. As I sat next to him on the sofa, I stared at his beautiful, brown eyes, wishing he was mine. After 2 hours, one basketball movie, and three bags of chips, he decided to go to sleep. He

looked at me, said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Senior year

The day before prom he walked to my locker. “My date is sick” he said; she’s not going to go well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as “best friends”. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, we were standing at my front door step! I stared at him as he smiled at me and stared at me with his crystal eyes. I want him to be mine, but he isn’t thinking of me like that, and I know it. Then he said “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as his perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get his diploma. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone

went home, he came to me in his smock and hat, and I cried as I hugged him. Then he lifted my head from his shoulder and said, “you’re my best friend, thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

A Few Years Later

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That guy is getting married now. I watched him say “I do” and drive off to his new life, married to another woman. I wanted him to be mine, but he didn’t see me like that, and I knew it. But before he drove away, he came to me and said “you came!”. He said “thanks” and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Funeral

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a guy who used to be my “best friend”. At the service, they read a letter that he had wrote during his high school years. This is what it read:

I stare at her wishing she was mine, but she doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why. I wish she would tell me she loved me!

I wish I did too… I thought to my self, and I cried.

 
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Posted by on December 10, 2011 in Love in the wild

 

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A Woman Meets A Man

I only have three most loved and cherished love story in my life, my love story with God, my love story with my very loving and wonderful husband and the one that I am about to share.

This love story is a typical woman meets a man in a working place, where everything was new. He saw her first on a cold windy day, the sun was merely peeping through the cumulo- nimbus clouds and it looks like it was about to rain. Yet her long, shiny black hair brought him enough sunshine, cascading as she walks. His heart was so delighted, and was so mesmerized by her beauty and grace. He wonders if she even noticed him looking by.

He felt so happy to know that she was a newly employed company nurse at his own working place, so delighted to see her every day. Until he realized that he was falling in love to a woman that he does not even know.

At last he knew her name. Every day, he would go at the clinic to let her check her blood pressure- although he was at the peak of his excellent health. He wished he would catch some colds and fever, yet he is healthier than a carabao. This makes me laugh each time I remember, with delight and a bitter- sweet feeling.

With heaven’s grace, and maybe a pity for a man who is longing for one he truly loves, she noticed him. They became friends and eventually became one of the most romantic lovers that they could ever be.

They tied the knot on a stormy day in May of 1976. They never cared about the rain, deep in their hearts and warm smiles are sunshine and rainbows of love knowing that they can make it through anything. With their young strong hands holding on to each other they started their journey together in this life where everything changes, where nothing is secure.

Just like anyone else, their married life was not always a smooth road- there were bumpy days, there were pits… and there were even monsters and snakes lurking around. There were times when they felt that they could not make it, yet they kept their love for each other. They never failed giving each other the strength and comfort that they both need, despite the need to be apart due to the increasing demands of their growing family. They managed to take care and give the best that they could ever be, not only to each other but to their three children who will always look up to them and wish to be the kind of parents that they have been.

Gone is her long black shiny hair… now tinged with gray and white. His cute curly hair has streaks of hints of old age. Their faces now show how much the years have passed. Their young strong hands have grown weak, now showing signs of some varicose veins and rough spots… yet their grasp for each other are still as sturdy as the first time they clasped. The love that they have for each other still show so much in their eyes… and each time I look at them looking at each other, I could feel the world stopping its orbit, and there, I could see their love and devotion deep in their very soul.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2011 in Love

 

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