Friday, August 23, 2013

Don't lose your love - Sad Love Story

A girl in love asked her boyfriend.
Girl: Tell me. Who do you love most in this world?
Boy: You, of course!
Girl: In your heart, what am I to you?

The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, "You are my rib. It was said that God saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep, God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life, you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart."

After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.

However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems, their life became mundane.

All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other. The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.

One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house. At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!"

The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"

Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while. He regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined in breaking-up.

Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please let me go." She continued, "It is less painful this way. Let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners."

Five years went by...

He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly. She had left the country and back. She had married a foreigner and divorced. He felt anguished that she never waited for him.

In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing her.

One day, they finally met. At the airport, a place where there were many reUNI0Ns and good byes. He was going away on a business trip. She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently.

Boy: How are you?

Girl: I'm fine. How about you? Have you found your missing rib?

Boy: No.

Girl: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.

Boy: I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back. You know my number. Nothing has changed.

With a smile, she turned around and waved good bye.

Good bye...

One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York, in the event that shocked the world.

Midnight, once again, he lit his cigarette. And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He finally knew. She was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.

Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental. We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones. And even though we know that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than done.

Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control. Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives.

Tomorrow may never come. Give and accept what you have today.

Monday, July 8, 2013

A Very Sad And Sorrowful Love Story


I guess we are the left-overs in this world.

I think so...all of my friends have boyfriends, and we are the only the 2 people left in this world without any special person in our lives.

Yup, I don't know what to do.

I know! We'll play a game.

What game?

I'll be your girlfriend for 30 days
and you will be my boyfriend.

That's a great plan, in fact, I don't have anything to do
much for the following few weeks.

DAY 1:
They watch their first movie
and they both are touched by the romantic film.

DAY 4:
They went go to the beach and have a picnic. Amit and Shona have their quality time together.

DAY 12:
Amit invited Shona to a circus and they ride through a Horror House.
Shona was scared and she thought she touched Amit's hand but she actually touched someone else's hand they both laughed.

DAY 15:
They saw a fortune teller down the road, and they asked for their future advice.
The fortune teller said:
"My darlings, please don't waste the time of your life, spend the rest of your time together, happily." Then tears flowed out from the teller's eyes.

DAY 20:
Shona invited Amit to go to the hill
and they saw a meteor; Shona mumbled something.

DAY 28:
They sat on the bus, and because of a bumpy road Shona gave her first kiss to Amit by accident.

DAY 29:
11:37 pm:
Shona and Amit sat in the park where they first decided to play this game.

I'm tired Shona...Do you want anything to drink? I'll buy you one...I'll just go down the road.

An Apple Juice, that's all. Thank you.

Wait for me.

20 minutes later
A stranger approached Shona

Are you a friend of Amit?

Yes, why? What happened?

A reckless drunk driver ran over Amit, and he is in critical condition in the hospital.

11:57 pm:
The doctor walked out of the emergency room; he handed Shona an apple juice and a letter.

We found this in Amit's pocket.

Shona reads the letter and it says:
Shona, These past few weeks, I realized you are a really cute girl, and I am really falling for you-your cherished smile, your everything when we played this game. Before this game ends, I would like you to be my girlfriend for the rest of my life.
I love you, Shona.

Shona crumpled up the paper and shouted:

"Amit! I don't want you to die-
I love you; remember that night when we saw a meteor and I mumbled something. I mumbled that I wish we would be together forever and that we would never have to end this game. Please don't leave me Amit .. I love you! You can't do this to me!"

Then the clock strikes 12...

Amit's heart stopped pumping...

It was the 30th day.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

A Very Sad Love Story With Moral - Tearsflow

A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game.

The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes.

Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates,

So the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.

So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.

Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended....

The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.

Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime???"

Moral of the story: Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take!

True love is not loving a perfect person but loving an imperfect person perfectly

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Real Friends Always Think For Your Best - True Story

Boy: I broke up with her.

His Best Friend: What happened?

Boy: She’s just too much for me.
His Best Friend: What makes you say that? What did she do wrong?

Boy: Well, for one.. She only cared about her appearance. Always had to look good, always took forever to get dressed! So insecure..

His Best Friend: So, you broke her heart because she wanted to keep your eyes locked on her? She wanted you to see that you have the prettiest girl under your sleeve and not think otherwise? I see..

Boy: Oh.. Well.. She’d often call me or text me asking where I am, who I’m with, telling me not to smoke, not to drink. She’s so clingy!

His Best Friend: So, you broke her heart because she cares about your well being? Because she cares about you a lot? And her greatest fear is losing you. I see..

Boy: But.. Uhh.. Well, she’d always cry when I say something slightly mean. She can’t handle anything. She’s a crybaby!

His Best Friend: So, you broke her heart because she has feelings? And because she just wanted to hear you say you love her? I see..

Boy: I.. Well! You know, she’d get jealous easily. I could barely talk to other girls! She’s so annoying! I had to hide it from her so she wouldn’t bitch about it.

His Best Friend: So, you broke her heart because she just wanted you to commit to her? She thought you were faithful, but you lied so she could find out later and hurt even more? She just wanted the guy she loves the most to love only her. I see..

Boy: Well, she..

His Best Friend: You broke up with her because she’s good for you? She just wanted the best for you? She’s broken now because you were selfish. Are you proud?

Boy: I broke her heart.. Because I couldn’t see what was happening.. What happened to me?

His Best Friend: You lost the girl that loved you like no one else could. You see? You didn’t want her when all she ever wanted was you. THAT’S what happened.

Really Sad Story - Awesome

I had three friends. Eric, Cathlyn, Carol.
Eric was chased by all the girls in our high school.
Cathlyn was one of those popular girls. Cheerleader, sexy, and stylish.
Carol was just one of those plain and average girls .
Cathlyn and Carol were both totally crazy and wacko over Eric.
Cathlyn didn't have to do anything to attract Eric.
For she was already attractive enough.
Carol on the other hand, showered Eric which love and care.
Carol wasn't ugly at all.
In fact, she looked sweet and pleasant.
But she wasn't a cheerleader, she didn't were spaghetti-straps or tubes.
So like everyone expected, Eric chose Cathlyn.
For Carol was just one ordinary and plain girl.
While Cathlyn was labele d as the cool and attractive type.

Eric always insulted Carol.

Telling her what a 'Plain Jane' she was.
And how dumb she looked.
Which obviously made Carol feel so hurt and useless.
That's life. Carol never gave up though.
She wanted to prove something to Eric.
She wanted to prove that looks aren't everything.
She studied hard, really hard.
She became the top girl, and all the guys who once ignored her, chased her.But she never forgot Eric.
Everyday, she put a red rose in Eric's locker.
Always with the same words.
'I care for you, and I always will'
Because she knew that Eric was facing a hard time.
Eric began to realise.
How dumb he had been.
His beloved girlfriend, Cathlyn.
Was flirting with other guys.
He regretted for choosing the wrong girl.

Cathlyn broke up with Eric later.
For she had found a wealthier guy.
Eric felt so cheated, stupid and dumb.
He went to look for Carol.
He knelt on his knees, and said.
"Carol, please forgive me. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
Carol rejected him, much to everyone's surprise.
She only uttered these words.
"You've suffered a great loss, so I don't want you to face another one"

Eric felt disappointed.
He didn't understand a word that she said to him.
But they became good friends.
Did everything together.
Eric began to change into someone better.
Because Carol showered him with the love he never experienced before.
His ex-girlfriends had never treated him that way.
They just accepted him for his looks.
But Carol accepted him for himself .
She changed him.
Carol continued putting a red rose into his locker everyday.
With the same words. She never forgot.

One day, Carol didn't turn up in school.
She didn't come for a week.
At first, Eric thought that she was on a vacation with her family.
Because she told him that she would be going Hawaii with them.
But one day. He received a call from the General Hospital.
Saying that Carol was about to die.
She had been suffering from cancer.
But Carol forbade them from telling him.
Because she didn't want Eric to worry about her.
But now that she was about to die.
She wanted to see Eric for the last time.
Eric rushed to the hospital.
When he saw how weak Carol was.
Tears began rushing down his cheeks.
He whispered.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you hide this from me?"
She looked at him . And smiled weakly at him.

"When I said that I didn't want you to suffer from facing another loss, I meant this. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to worry. I wanted to spend my last days with you cheerfully." Eric looked at her.
"You can't leave me!" he said.
"What will I be without you?"
"You'll be who you are now. I will always be there by your side. Never forget that. Cherish those times. Live life happily. And one more thing."

"Yes?" "I love you" And she died. Eric screamed.
He still couldn't accept Carol's death.
He had only spent a month with Carol.
A month. But Carol changed his life in a way.
A way that no one could ever explain. He regretted.
But he knew that Carol would always be keeping an eye on him from Heaven.
Sometimes We just don't appreciate those people who really care for us.
Until they leave us. Until we lose them. Then we regret.
Outer beauty doesn't matter; it's the inner one that counts.
It's better to tell someone how much you love them.
Rather than to not tell them and lose them without telling them.
You'll regret Love is. When we fight till the very last minute.
Just to show and tell someone how much we love them.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Real & Painful Story - Where is GOD??

I was sexually, mentally, emotionally and verbally abused by my father as far back as I can remember until I left home at the age of eighteen. He did many terrible things…some which are too distasteful for me to talk about publicly. But I want to share my testimony because so many people have been hurt, and they need to realize that someone has made it through their struggles so they can have hope.

More than anything, I want you to know and really understand that anyone who has been abused can fully recover if they will give their life completely to Jesus.

Abuse is defined as "to be misused, used improperly or to be wasted; to use in such a way as to cause harm or damage; to be treated cruelly." Any time we are misused or used for a purpose other than what God intended us for, it's damaging. And I realize many people can relate to this. For some of you reading this article, I'm just telling your story. You know what it's like to live with a terrible, shameful secret that is eating you alive.

My father was a mean, controlling and manipulative person for most of his life. He was unpredictable and unstable. As a result, the atmosphere of our home was super-charged with fear because you never knew if what you did would make him mad or not.

We always did what he wanted to do, when he wanted to do it. We watched what he wanted to watch on TV, went to bed when he went to bed, got up when he got up, and ate the meals he wanted us to eat…everything in our home was determined by his moods and what he wanted.

The sexual abuse started when I was very young, and when he decided I was mature enough, he took things even further. From this point until I was eighteen, he raped me at least once a week. My father, whom I was supposed to be able to trust and who was supposed to keep me safe, was the person I came to fear the most.

I was so profoundly ashamed by this. I was ashamed of me, and I was ashamed of my father and what he did. I was also constantly afraid. There was no place I ever felt safe when I was growing up. I don't think we can even begin to imagine what kind of damage this does to a child.

At school I pretended I had a normal life, but I felt lonely all the time and different from everyone else. I never felt like I fit in, and I wasn't allowed to participate in after-school activities, go to sports events or parties or date boys. Many times I had to make up stories about why I couldn't do anything with my classmates. For so long I lived with pretense and lies.

What I learned about love was actually perversion. My father told me what he did to me was special and because he loved me. He said everything he did was good but it had to be our secret because no one else would understand and it would cause problems in the family. It became my burden not to let my pain cause problems in our family. And as long as I kept this secret, I couldn't get free from the pain of it.

You may be wondering, "Joyce, where was God in all of this?" He was there. He didn't get me out of the situation when I was a child, but He did give me the strength to get through it. It's true my father abused me and didn't love and protect me the way he should have, and at times it seemed no one would ever help me and it would never end. But God always had a plan for my life, and He has redeemed me. He has taken what Satan meant for harm and turned it into something good (see Romans 8:28). He has taken away my shame and given me a double reward and recompense (see Isaiah 61:7).

It may seem impossible, but God's truth has set me free from a life of pretense and lies and has restored my soul. I am living proof that nothing is too hard for God. And no matter what you've been through or how bad you hurt, there is hope!

That's why I'm telling my story. You need to know how good God is and that your struggle is worth it. If you will give your life to Christ and really trust God, you can be completely healed and restored so you can live the life Jesus died for you to have. Don't give up!

Sunday, June 16, 2013

A Small & Very Sad Love Story - Please Don't Go

Girl: baby I am leaving.
BOY: but I need you don’t go…
GIRL: but i have to go please forget me
BOY: how can I….
GIRL: NO but you have to…my father is sending me out for studies….
BOY: PLEASE DON’T GO ….i love you….
Girl: I want to meet you before I leave…to night
You are a dog… I have never in my life liked you…so please never ever give a thought about me loving you…you are of no use…still I used you for all pity things i had wanted to…now when I felt that your full potential was tested I decided to throw you…and so i am leaving and will never like to see your face ever…so please even when I return don’t even dare to contact me ever…you are a dog…you don’t deserve anything…getting me if it was your dream than I don’t mind stating that it was a failure for you…you can never get me…never in your life…I had just used you as a time pass and I don’t consider anything more than that…and by the way let me tell you that I DON’T RECYCLE USED THING…please get it clear in your head…I DON’T LIKE YOU…you are been used….

Thank you for entertaining me
__________ __________ ]

{reading this letter the boy runs out of his consciousness and goes to his toilet and kills himself…}

[BUT he did not see the other letter which was in the envelope stating
Dog = dear
Never = always
No = yes
Use/time pass = happy moments I spend with you
Throw = love
Don’t = do
Failure = success
Anything = everything



Thursday, June 13, 2013

A Very Sad Story About Love - Tearsflow

When it comes to romantic relationships, I haven't had the typical experiences you might expect of a nearly 31-year-old. I've never lived with a partner. I've never come close to being married. I've been in love, but it was a beautiful, transitory kind of thing: at 24, we were both on the cusp of discovering who we really were. And in the end, it turned out that what that meant was we had to say goodbye.

So you could say that the most significant relationship of my life has really been the one I observed between my parents. Although I wasn't privy to the ebbs and flows that marked the interior life of their marriage, I think I can safely say that they were bound together by the fundamental truth of their love for each other.

My father, a stoic man's man, took care of my mother above all others. He gave her unique oddities to show his love - a makeshift transportable shower for camping trips at

the beach; a wine cooler decorated with bursting purple bougainvillea flowers that was meant to last a single dinner party but travelled with us for 20 years; a now-famous ballad he wrote to describe the social minefield she had waded into in the form of an extended Queensland country clan.

All these things have passed into legend in our family - proof that a love really existed as we thought it did.

Because this has been my most significant relationship so far, it's also the one that's been most difficult to let go of. I always believed that my parents would shine on through together until the end. That they would, as they promised gaily so many times, spend their lives together right up until their inevitable parting.

Like all the mythologies passed around our dinner table, we knew this one off by heart: they would sit hand in hand on a cliff overlooking the ocean and watch the sunset. And as that sun burnt out for the very last time, so too would they.

Of course, it didn't work out that way. When the time came for my mother to go, there was no cliff top and no sunset. Just a family with heavy hearts, a room perfumed by the stale smell of death and the racked body of a weeping man who'd promised to love her until the end.

Although I mourned my mother for myself, I mourned her mostly for my father. It was difficult for me to see him in such emotional agony. He was only 54 when my mother died from cancer and I knew there could be 30 or more good years left in him. How could I want him to spend them alone, living with just his memories? I wanted him to be happy. He deserved that much, at least.

Still, I couldn't help but feel a little betrayed when he remarried a few years later. I had already lost my mother, and the most selfish part of me felt I was losing the fundamental ties that still held me to my father. It was difficult to see him profess love for another woman, and hear him talk about how happy she made him, but he seemed to have a new lease on life. When Mum was alive, he had been committed to work, often overseas for long periods and only home for short bursts.

Death might force you to reassess what's important in your life, but I couldn't help but feel a bitter irony that the woman who was now getting to enjoy this more relaxed version of my father wasn't the one who'd endured those long absences.

Our family dynamic changed rapidly. We'd all become very close after my mother died, and had begun to develop an easy kind of friendship. But his new relationship seemed to change that. It felt apparent to my siblings and me that our company was no longer needed as often, and that on the times we did see him, he would come as part of a package deal.

There are so many conflicting emotions when people remarry after the death of a spouse. Our father naturally wanted to make sure his new partner felt welcome - but there were times when his efforts to do so made his children feel less like family, and more like part of a support crew they hadn't signed up for. It didn't even seem as if we could talk about it, as mention of my mother had been all but banished. Last year, my dad's birthday coincided with Mother's Day. I phoned him to wish him happy birthday, and he told me how he and his wife had celebrated the latter with her children. Having acknowledged the date, he still didn't ask how I was feeling.

It isn't easy. I don't know if it will ever be. My father has moved back to Queensland and, due to distance, sees more of his wife's family than his own. I know he wishes it were otherwise. And adjusting to this situation has brought up in me a maelstrom of emotions - bitterness, anger, sadness, happiness, joy.

In my darker moments, I have been guilty of uncharitable thoughts. In my sadder ones,

I have been overcome by the feeling that I've lost a part of him forever. Most of the time,

I just get on with things.

We forget, as children, that our parents are humans, too. We can't expect our love to be enough to carry a now-single parent through the long days and nights that loneliness brings. So we feel jealous, betrayed, angry and stubborn - and we rage at the sky and make unkind jokes with our siblings - but these feelings pass, and we can hopefully see what's real. That our parent, once so sad, is happy again.

And perhaps that's all that matters.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

The Ring - Really Touchy and Sad Story

A girl was sitting on a chair at the gas station she worked at. She looked up and saw her boyfriend walk in. As he was looking at snacks, a man walked in and pointed a gun at her. He had been admiring her ring her boyfriend had given to her as a token of his love. When he asked her to give it to him, she said no. Her boyfriend looked up just in time to see her shot. He ran over to the killer and beat him over the head with a hammer that was for sale. Then he ran and called 911. When the ambulance came, he was sobbing uncontrollably near his girlfriend.

The doctor came over and felt for her pulse. Then he stood up and said she was still alive. Later at the hospital, as he was sitting beside her, he asked"Why didn't you just give him the ring?" and then she softly spoke"Because when you gave it to me, you said it was part of your love for me and I knew if I gave him the ring, I would lose that love." The next day, she was pronounced dead.

The Salty Coffee - Love Story

He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."

Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

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

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."

Pass this to everyone because love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but HOLD ON!!!!

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Real Story Of Karan & Her Best Friend ~ Really Sad

Her name was Karan. She ended up running away from her brothers and father. See her father abused her and her brothers beat her up. I remember her telling me once that her brothers did unseemly behave with her.
. I told her to tell someone, but she brought up a very important point.... THERE IS NO ONE THERE TO LISTEN.

I did what I could. I gave her money, and shelter for the first couple of days. Then she told me something else... she was pregnant. I didn't know what to do. I told her that she could continue to hide out in my room... see my parents didn't think she was a "good influence" on me. So she did, and surely enough, she stayed for a short time.

I got a call about a week after she ran away from my house. She said she was having the baby, and she wanted me to come. I told her to call the ambulance or I will. She hung up, so I called one. Well, she went to the hospital, and had the baby 2 months premature. If that wasn't bad enough, the hospital found her dad and brother, and then called them down. I felt so bad cause I knew what was going to happen. But, there was nothing to do but wait.

Well, 2 weeks later she got to leave, with her dad. I remember her cell phone calling me, and over it I could hear her crying, and screaming for help. The switch of the belt... or something, and then it was silent... I freaked and didn't know what to do. Then her dad picked up, and told me that if I said anything he'd give me the belt next, and I wouldn't be so lucky.

I was scared and didn't know what to do. I never talked to Karan for around 2 weeks. Then she showed up at the door. She was on the run. Her baby was still in the hospital, and like cowards, we left it there. We ran away from Ontario, Canada, to B.C. Life was great. We were okay, and we planned on returning for the baby once we were strong enough.

When that day came, she did return. We got the baby, and returned back home. Karen got a boyfriend, who ended up being a total jerk. She felt hopeless, and the last thing she told me, was to take care of her baby.

I didn't catch on at first. But then, when I did, it was to late. She shot herself. I took the baby, and returned home, at the age of 17, one year later. But, to my unpleasant suprise, my family had moved. I was homeless, with a child, and my best friend's dad, brothers and boyfriend after me. To this day I am still on the run from them. I would hate to see what would happen if I did accidentally run into them.

But, like Karan said, no one will help us, so we can't go home.

Note: This is blog is totally legal, Story copied from unknown publisher. Publisher has no issue / query for publishing it to, for any illegal activity will be responsible

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

True Love Never Die ~ Real Story

This story is about my classmate who was the topper of the class. She used to spend time more on learning like a book worm with less concentration towards games, extra curriculars etc. She was not so beautiful. She was from a Orthodox family. Days passed by and she was still in her books studying and studying, she reached 6th Std.

And one fine day a new boy joined the same class. Soon he became her neighbour too. They just met for doubt clarifications about classes and mostly about studies. As days went, they started moving together as thick friends. Once the girl went to her native and the guy missed her so much and once she came back, he immediately proposed her.

And the girl who was waiting for these words, said OK immediately. It was 10th Std now and the parents of both of them were strict in scoring good marks. So they stopped meeting for many days. But during exams one day, both of them met and bad luck of that day that the guy’s mom saw them being close. They were seperated. The guy for his mother’s wish studied well, stoped talking to the girl but the girl who was the topper in the class missed concentration. RESULTS ARRIVED. The girl scored less marks with an average % but the guy was under Distinction. He became the topper. Both passed school and went to college. The guy kept up his promise with his mom and cut the relationship with the girl. But the girl was mad in love with the guy, so tried getting information about the guy and the college he studied.

Months passed. One day the guy got a call in his boy’s hostel. It was 3pm. He was blank as his mom never used to call him by 3pm but she calls only by night. He said HELLO over the phone and the other side was just silence for a moment and then said HELLO in a sweet voice. The guy felt so guilty. He knew it was she who called but he dropped of the phone saying dont call me again.

Then he received calls frequently and the guilty consious felt that he has spoiled the life of a girl and started talking again as a friend with limits. But the girl was the same. She loved him a  lot. Days passed and they became 30yrs but still unmarried trying to convince their parents for their marriage.


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Sad Saying (Sad Quotes)

~ Life is a perpetual drunkenness; the pleasure passes, but the headache remains.

~ The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have.

~ There are two times in every man’s life when he is thoroughly happy; just after he has met his first love and just after he has parted from his last one.

~ The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.

~ Missing someone gets easier everyday. Because, even though it is one day further from the last time you saw each other, it is one day closer to the next time you will.

~ Everything I wanted to say,all my words,they were all taken away in a single moment...and the only thing you had to say was "hello".... ......I'm still speechless as you now say GOODBYE...

~ You took my breath away.... and you never gave it back.

~ Often times we say goodbye to the person we love without wanting to.Though that doesn't mean that we've stopped loving them or we've stopped to care.Sometimes goodbye is a painful way to say i love you...

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