<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:13:02.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Forever</title><subtitle type='html'>Spreading the Romance Powder to the World Wide World!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-3558481234190724303</id><published>2008-08-23T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:14:01.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Romance Tips! "Pinhole Glasses!" Having a CRYSTAL-LIKE EYE SIGN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Do you having any eye problems? Not sure how to solve it? Let Mr Romance help you out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Recently, I come across some very amazing eye care, or infect eye sign improving products - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com/"&gt;Pinhole Glasses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;! And such though of sharing it with you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;To those whom wearing spec like me should know the pain by having need to swap among spectacles for different situation, or infect environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hence, i would strongly recommend you guys try out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com"&gt;Pinhole Glasses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;! Following is some short details about how does this cheap, but YET AMAZING thing work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How Does Pinhole Works?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px 5px; font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is easy to understand why pinhole glasses have been used for years for correcting vision. But before that, a basic understanding of how our eyes work is essential.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;Light enters our eyes through the curve shaped outer surface called Cornea. This shape allows light rays from different angles to converge and enter the pupil inside the eye as a single beam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;           &lt;p style="margin: 10px 5px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our eyes adjust the pupil, next, to control the amount of light that goes through. This is helpful in a low light environment when the pupil enlarges to take in as much light as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;p style="margin: 10px 5px; font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The regulated beam of light exits the pupil, goes through the lens and falls on the retina, which is where the images that we see are formed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But before they pass through the lens, the ciliary muscles attached to the lens contract or relax and so, adapt the shape of the lens. This is critical in producing the right image on the retina. To view nearby objects, the muscles contract and change the shape of the lens. When viewing far-off images, the muscles relax and allow the lens to take its natural shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;           &lt;p style="margin: 10px 5px; font-family: times new roman;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The image so produced falls on the retina, the actual light sensitive part of your eyes. Optic nerves attached behind the retina transmits information about the image to our brain. The brain analyses the image and we “see”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;How do eye problems occur and how pinhole glasses help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All             parts of our eyes have to work perfectly for us to see. Sometimes,             the ciliary muscles become too weak. They are not able to adapt the             shape of the lens as much as required. At other times, either the             cornea or the eyeball may be deformed. These eye problems prevent             the light rays passing through the lens from forming an image on the             retina. The image is formed either in front or behind it.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In such a case, angled light rays cause an unfocused image to form on the retina. These images distort the clear image being formed by direct rays entering your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pinhole Glasses work by feeding the pupil with direct rays as far as possible. Light rays coming at extreme angles require a large amount of refraction by your lens to form the correct image. Wearing pinhole glasses prevent these rays from entering your eyes. This checks them from distorting the image and consequently you see a better image. This image is of better definition, clarity and brightness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now guys, having a more deeper understanding about this amazing &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com"&gt;Pinhole Glasses&lt;/a&gt; already? So what are you waiting for? Get a pair now, to correct and solve your eye problem, Mr Romance wish to recommend a highly reputation and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com"&gt;reliable shop&lt;/a&gt; for your consideration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.pinhole-glasses-direct.com"&gt;Click Here To Enter The Shop Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-3558481234190724303?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3558481234190724303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=3558481234190724303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3558481234190724303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3558481234190724303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-romance-tips-pinhole-glasses-having.html' title='Mr Romance Tips! &quot;Pinhole Glasses!&quot; Having a CRYSTAL-LIKE EYE SIGN!'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-2588361669610831960</id><published>2008-02-16T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:19:38.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man - YOU NEED IT!</title><content type='html'>Today, Mr.Romance wish to introduce a &lt;a href="http://wize.com/shavers"&gt;Fantastic Web&lt;/a&gt; for all the &lt;strong&gt;MAN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is this? Let's play a game, guess the thing with the clue below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Man need it, almost daily!&lt;br /&gt;2. It's small and easy to carry around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I believe all the clever reader should know what is this yea?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesh! &lt;a href="http://wize.com/shavers"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Electric Shavers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the man will need this small yet powerful &lt;a href="http://wize.com/shavers"&gt;shaver&lt;/a&gt; daily to make sure they looking the BEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However there its miillion or perhaps billions, nah i mean just so many brands that will make you confuse which &lt;a href="http://wize.com/shavers"&gt;Shaver&lt;/a&gt; suit you Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, Finally Today! You can say "GOOD BYE" to this, as Mr.Romance going to introduce you to this Web which tell you how to choose a &lt;a href="http://wize.com/shavers"&gt;Electric Shaver &lt;/a&gt;which is best for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, stop wondering what is this, and &lt;a href="http://wize.com/shavers"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: Psss! I suppose your gf will not like the feeling of being hurt by ur "Sharp Edge", so go get a suitable &lt;a href="http://wize.com/shavers"&gt;Shaver &lt;/a&gt;now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-2588361669610831960?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2588361669610831960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=2588361669610831960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2588361669610831960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2588361669610831960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-you-need-it.html' title='Man - YOU NEED IT!'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-2948629463784315208</id><published>2008-01-09T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:08:31.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read before dating a MAN!</title><content type='html'>To all ladies worldwide, check out this new site &lt;strong&gt;http://www.WomanSavers.com&lt;/strong&gt;. It's the world's largest database &lt;a href="http://www.womansavers.com/"&gt;rating men targeting abusive and cheating men&lt;/a&gt;. There are tens of thousands of men's names entered by women to promote safer dating worldwide. It's women networking together to share their stories and experiences to bring the good guys to the top and the bad to the bottom.WomanSavers has tons of free resources for women and donates a percentage of their proceeds to abused women and children's charities. Over 300,000 women have been polled on infidelity, sex, relationship and dating topics. &lt;a href="http://www.womansavers.com/relationship-polls.asp"&gt;http://www.womansavers.com/relationship-polls.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website highlights include:&lt;br /&gt;*In the top 15% most popular women's websites in the world&lt;br /&gt;* #1 most popular abused women's forum on the net&lt;br /&gt;* Free medical advice from a volunteer doctor&lt;br /&gt;* Free psychotherapy advice from a psychotherapist specializing in sociopaths and narcissists&lt;br /&gt;* Free custom women's cartoon comedies and women's games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womansavers.com/womens-games.asp"&gt;http://www.womansavers.com/womens-games.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womansavers.com/funny-ecards.asp"&gt;http://www.womansavers.com/funny-ecards.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Free tarot card readings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to have some preparation before you put yourself into any dating, &lt;a href="http://www.womansavers.com/"&gt;SCREEN YOUR DATING&lt;/a&gt; by visiting on top mentioned web for more informations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-2948629463784315208?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2948629463784315208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=2948629463784315208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2948629463784315208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2948629463784315208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/01/read-before-dating-man.html' title='Read before dating a MAN!'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-1706895377635653273</id><published>2008-01-09T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:59:47.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday? Cheap Hotel For You!</title><content type='html'>Greeting All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of relaxing yourself by treating yourself with a wonderful holiday trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mr.Romance wish to introduce some good holiday location PLUS &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEAP HOTEL GUIDE FOR YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amsterdam @ Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;From Amsterdam coffee shops to all of the great museums and other fun things to do in the city, travel to Amsterdam is only growing in popularity. Once you’ve booked a flight to Amsterdam and are ready to travel to Amsterdam, get ready to be wowed by this incredible city.&lt;br /&gt;The long history of Amsterdam has resulted in a city that is today one of the most beautiful, welcoming and relaxed in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended Amsterdam Hotel: &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/Netherlands/Amsterdam/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click Here For Cheap Amsterdam Hotels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Athens @ Greece&lt;br /&gt;For most visitors the highlight of a visit to ATHENS (Athína in modern Greek) is the stunning vestiges of the ancient, Classical Greek city, most famously represented by the Acropolis and its surrounding archeological sites. Even on a brief visit, however, it is a shame to see Athens purely as the location of ancient sites and museums. Although the neighbourhoods may lack the style and monuments of most European capitals, they are worth at least some exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended Athens Hotel: &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/Greece/Athens/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click Here For Cheap Athens Hotels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Greece&lt;br /&gt;At the ancient site of Delphi, where the Greeks once consulted the Oracle about the future, there's a small round sculpture. It's known as the omphalos -- the cosmic belly button. The Greeks believed that Delphi was the very center of the world -- the place where everything came into being. Indeed, many aspects of Western culture came into being in Greece -- drama, art, philosophy and science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended Greece Hotel: &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/Greece/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click Here For Cheap Greece Hotels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all enjoy the above mentioned holiday tips! And hereby wishing all a Happy New Year Holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-1706895377635653273?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1706895377635653273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=1706895377635653273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/1706895377635653273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/1706895377635653273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2008/01/holiday-cheap-hotel-for-you.html' title='Holiday? Cheap Hotel For You!'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-7913220724361469667</id><published>2007-12-02T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:28:49.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 7 Final</title><content type='html'>"See if I care,"  I told him, feeling an emptiness inside which I told myself was missing dinner. I turned toward the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;"But I care," a voice said from behind me. Before I could move a hand was clamped over my mouth. Another grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"So you figured it out, did you?," the voice continued. "I thought you'd blame that fancy boyfriend of yours but when you called, I knew you hadn't. Too bad, baby. We could've been good together."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Mac? I mumbled through his fingers squeezing my lips. "Your own aunt?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"My own very &lt;b&gt;rich&lt;/b&gt; aunt. Owns a string of buildings like this but she just kept living on and on with those damn canaries and she treated me like an errand boy. That Jerry you're so fond of just happened by at the right time. Once I get the guy across the hall to I.D. him, I'm home free."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I tried to break free. Mac's fingers dug into my lips. I tasted blood. His other hand twisted my arm till I thought I could hear the bones crack. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I bit down as hard as I could on the hand around my mouth. He jerked away and I screamed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Now you'll get it like all the others, bitch!" Mac shouted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Still holding my arm, he reared back to belt me. At that moment something large, furry and furious with all the commotion and noise, leaped onto his head like one of those alien creatures that eat your brain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;It was Mac's turn to scream and he did while lethal paws scratched at his eyeballs, dug into his scalp and took great strips of skin off his back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I rushed to the door and yanked it open, gasping.  Mr. Jaspers was standing in the hall. "Wild party, huh? You got a cat in there?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"What I've got is Mrs. Patrickson's killer. Call the police."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Leaving his door open, Mr. Jaspers went back towards the phone. I stood in the hall, listening to the screaming. Poor Fitzhugh, I thought. I hoped he didn't get any nasty disease from biting Mac.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Mac was staggering around, cursing and tripping over furniture, blood running down his face, when the police arrived with their sirens blaring.  All the tenants on my floor crowded into the hall to watch Mac led out in handcuffs. Fitzhugh washed his face and looked smug.  It was the first time I felt favorably towards a cat. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Next day I went to the hospital. Jerry was sitting up in bed, one leg in a cast. "Donna," he said huskily, taking my hand in both of his. "I was afraid I'd lost you."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Whatever gave you that idea?"  He looked pale but great, the dark hair mussed, five o'clock shadow on the strong, firm jaw. I told him about Mac.  "The police think he's the one who's been attacking all those women, using his role as a property manager." I waited for him to ask about his cat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Oh my love. Did he hurt you? Are you all right?" He was stroking my hair and suddenly I was sobbing in his arms. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I'm an idiot," he was saying. "I hope you aren't going to let a little thing like a cat come between us."  He kissed my neck, my cheek, my lips. "I could give him to my mother."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Oh, no. We've reached an understanding. I think I could learn to like him," I murmured, "given the right teacher."  I would never tell him how close we had come to losing each other, due to my overactive imagination.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Cupid may have been a day late this year, but the way I see it, Jerry and I still have forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-7913220724361469667?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7913220724361469667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=7913220724361469667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/7913220724361469667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/7913220724361469667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/12/romantic-stories-collection-love-with_5849.html' title='Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 7 Final'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-503062557567590649</id><published>2007-12-02T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:28:07.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 6</title><content type='html'>"See if I care,"  I told him, feeling an emptiness inside which I told myself was missing dinner. I turned toward the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;"But I care," a voice said from behind me. Before I could move a hand was clamped over my mouth. Another grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"So you figured it out, did you?," the voice continued. "I thought you'd blame that fancy boyfriend of yours but when you called, I knew you hadn't. Too bad, baby. We could've been good together."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Mac? I mumbled through his fingers squeezing my lips. "Your own aunt?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"My own very &lt;b&gt;rich&lt;/b&gt; aunt. Owns a string of buildings like this but she just kept living on and on with those damn canaries and she treated me like an errand boy. That Jerry you're so fond of just happened by at the right time. Once I get the guy across the hall to I.D. him, I'm home free."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I tried to break free. Mac's fingers dug into my lips. I tasted blood. His other hand twisted my arm till I thought I could hear the bones crack. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I bit down as hard as I could on the hand around my mouth. He jerked away and I screamed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Now you'll get it like all the others, bitch!" Mac shouted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Still holding my arm, he reared back to belt me. At that moment something large, furry and furious with all the commotion and noise, leaped onto his head like one of those alien creatures that eat your brain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;It was Mac's turn to scream and he did while lethal paws scratched at his eyeballs, dug into his scalp and took great strips of skin off his back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I rushed to the door and yanked it open, gasping.  Mr. Jaspers was standing in the hall. "Wild party, huh? You got a cat in there?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"What I've got is Mrs. Patrickson's killer. Call the police."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Leaving his door open, Mr. Jaspers went back towards the phone. I stood in the hall, listening to the screaming. Poor Fitzhugh, I thought. I hoped he didn't get any nasty disease from biting Mac.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Mac was staggering around, cursing and tripping over furniture, blood running down his face, when the police arrived with their sirens blaring.  All the tenants on my floor crowded into the hall to watch Mac led out in handcuffs. Fitzhugh washed his face and looked smug.  It was the first time I felt favorably towards a cat. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Next day I went to the hospital. Jerry was sitting up in bed, one leg in a cast. "Donna," he said huskily, taking my hand in both of his. "I was afraid I'd lost you."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Whatever gave you that idea?"  He looked pale but great, the dark hair mussed, five o'clock shadow on the strong, firm jaw. I told him about Mac.  "The police think he's the one who's been attacking all those women, using his role as a property manager." I waited for him to ask about his cat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Oh my love. Did he hurt you? Are you all right?" He was stroking my hair and suddenly I was sobbing in his arms. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I'm an idiot," he was saying. "I hope you aren't going to let a little thing like a cat come between us."  He kissed my neck, my cheek, my lips. "I could give him to my mother."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;"Oh, no. We've reached an understanding. I think I could learn to like him," I murmured, "given the right teacher."  I would never tell him how close we had come to losing each other, due to my overactive imagination.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Cupid may have been a day late this year, but the way I see it, Jerry and I still have forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-503062557567590649?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/503062557567590649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=503062557567590649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/503062557567590649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/503062557567590649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/12/romantic-stories-collection-love-with_2021.html' title='Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 6'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-1381771090973046851</id><published>2007-12-02T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:27:10.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 5</title><content type='html'>The doorbell rang. Oh, no. Jerry was here before I'd decided what to do. How could I go out with him with these suspicions crowding into my mind? And if he suspected I knew, what then? I'd been thinking I'd just call the whole thing off, but here he was.&lt;p class="p"&gt;I opened the door. "Donna, you look great, as always."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Just my office clothes. I haven't had a chance to change yet." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Come just as you are. You always look wonderful to me."  Jerry looked deep into my eyes. I stepped back and reached for my coat. Well, I had to eat. Lou Ann and Laurence were coming along, anyway. They'd wonder where we were if we didn't show up. I could decide what to do at dinner. Maybe I could slip out and call the police before we left.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;  There was valet parking at the fine Italian restaurant. Jerry handed over the keys to the Caddy calmly. I was sure he had the cat along. I refused to look in the back, just in case. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Inside, Lou Ann and Laurence waved to us from a table. "Won't you join us?" Laurence asked, just as though I hadn't set the whole thing up.    &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Delighted."  Jerry gave me a bemused look. "Shall we?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Fine," I said, feeling miffed that he didn't want me all to himself. What was the matter with me? Did I want to be alone with what was probably a psychotic killer on Valentine's Day? While not terminally brain-dead, I still felt a twinge of regret as he pulled out the heavy dark chair with the velvet seat for me and his long, slender fingers ruffled a tendril of hair on my neck.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Stringed instruments were playing love songs through the ages. Candles were flickering, voices were soft and intimate. It could have been a wonderful evening with the right man. Maybe Mac next year, if I survived the evening. But something wistful in me still cried, 'Jerry, Jerry, Jerry'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I forced myself to study the wine list. Jerry was murmuring something in French to the maitre 'd, looking suave, competent and throughly adorable. I kicked Lou Ann under the table, to stop her from drooling. When I straightened up, Jerry seemed to have gone suddenly berserk.  He leaped to his feet, overturning the thick crystal goblets of water onto the snowy white linen cloth. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"That's my car!" he yelled.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Under the bright lights that lit the entryway, his Caddy was coming slowly around the circular drive, blocked in for a moment by a driver who was backing up. I'd heard that sometimes parking attendants take these little joy rides when they think the patron's safely inside for an hour or so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Jerry was already on his feet and running for the door with a sea of fascinated diners staring after him.  "Hey!" I could hear him bellow as he swung the door open.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Several things happened at once. The driver in the front seat saw him through the rear view window, attempted to reverse, floored it and drove into Jerry and the side of the building with a resounding crash, just as Jerry was crossing behind the car. Then he leaped from the driver's side and ran away into the darkness. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Somebody call an ambulance!" I heard the maitre d' shout as I hurried towards Jerry. Laurence beat me to the scene.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Just lie still," I heard him saying. He took off his jacket and threw it over Jerry while he tried to keep him quiet. "There's an ambulance coming."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Fitzhugh," Jerry said weakly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I'm sure he's all right. Don't worry. I'll take care of him," I promised like a fool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Although the car looked like a write-off, the cat carrier had unfortunately survived intact. It lay upside down in the front seat with a very angry occupant.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;The ambulance came screaming up. I watched as they loaded his now unconscious body onto the stretcher. What a Valentine's Day. First Mrs. Patrickson. Now Jerry. More like a Valentine Massacre.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I'll just go along home, if you don't mind, Lou Ann," I said. "Thanks for all you've done."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Call me," she said, pressing my hand. She looked genuinely sorry for me. I got into the Corvette with Fitzhugh in the cat carrier. As I drove out I saw them going back to the restaurant, peppered with questions from fascinated diners who were standing around watching.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Oh, Jerry, who are you? I thought and felt weepy for no reason. After all, I reminded myself, he probably tried to kill me, psychopath that he was, and got Mrs. Patrickson instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;As I stepped off the elevator, the cat carrier bumped against my legs. The police tape and notice on Mrs. Patrickson's door seemed like a warning. Be careful. Watch out. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I went bravely into my apartment, set the carrier down and opened its door. Fitzhugh stayed where he was, glaring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-1381771090973046851?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1381771090973046851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=1381771090973046851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/1381771090973046851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/1381771090973046851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/12/romantic-stories-collection-love-with_5484.html' title='Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 5'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-5214183456308622113</id><published>2007-12-02T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:26:13.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 4</title><content type='html'>Next morning they came to change the locks. It was Valentine's Day. Shop windows were full of cupids and chocolates. Love was in the air but the man I had chosen had a cat that came first in his heart. We would never make it together. Dinner tonight would be our last date, I promised myself. Why go on making us both miserable?&lt;p class="p"&gt;At noon a dozen red roses came to the office. The card inside said, "Thanks for giving us another chance." It was signed by Jerry but there was a pawprint underneath.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I fussed around till five, then cleared my desk and called Lou Ann. "Could you doubledate at such short notice? "&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"On such a romantic evening? Of course. Laurence probably doesn't even know what day it is.  And who knows? Maybe Jerry will fall for me. You saw 'When Harry Met Sally', didn't you?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Jerry and I are probably finished," I said, "but until I let you know, hands off."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Bringing another couple along isn't going to help, you know," Lou Ann said.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"It'll keep us from having an unpleasant memory on Valentine's Day. Which we will, if you don't come." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"We'll be there, don't worry." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I pulled my little blue corvette out into rush hour traffic and turned the radio on. "An elderly woman was attacked and killed today in her apartment at Main and Charles..." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;My apartment was at Main and Charles. I braked for a yellow light and turned the sound up. "Police believe Mrs. Gilroy Patrickson, 75, was another victim in a series of assaults that have terrorized this South side community..." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;How awful for Mac, I thought, as tears ran down my face. How awful for us all.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;  The carpet outside my door looked as though many pairs of dirty boots had been trampling it. There was yellow police tape criss-crossed outside Mrs. Patrickson's door, with an official notice forbidding entry. I felt tears in my eyes as I looked at it.  The elevator opened behind me. I turned and Mac stepped off.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Oh, I'm so sorry," I opened my arms and Mac fell into them. I patted him awkwardly on the shoulder. "Did they catch the man who did it?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;He shook his head and stepped back. "I'd just left. He must've been watching for me to go. If only I'd stayed a little longer..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Don't think about it.  Will you need any help with the arrangements?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"No. My mom's taking care of the... funeral and all that. But thanks for offering. I just came from police headquarters. I thought maybe if I came back I'd see something they'd overlooked but..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I'd just leave it to the police. They'll will find him, sooner or later."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I guess you're right. She was very fond of you, you know."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I nodded. It was hard to talk. Mac punched the ground floor button and held my hand till the elevator came. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;My apartment seemed very vulnerable when I opened the door.  I stood in the doorway, looking around. Whoever had killed Mrs. Patrickson could crawl in any of the windows. We were only on the third floor. Terrorized. The radio had it right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Bad news, Donna," Mr. Jaspers, the retired plumber across the hall, opened his door. "Fine lady."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Yes, she was. "  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Some guy came around looking for you, right before."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"This morning?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Said so, didn't I? Had your keys." He started to close his door.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Wait!  Mr. Jaspers." He eyed me suspiciously.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"What?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Tell me what he looked like. Please?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Tall. Dark hair. Tweed coat."  His door closed firmly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Cat hairs, I added, mentally. Keys?  Mrs. Patrickson's spare key had been on that ring. What if--? No. It couldn't have been Jerry. Besides he wouldn't know what key opened what. He could have tried them, a small voice in my head said. He might've tried your door and then hers and she wouldn't've thought anything, supposing it was just Mac coming back, till it was too late...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I crossed the hall and pounded on Jasper's door.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Go away."  He was looking through the peep hole.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Mr. Jaspers. Did you tell the police?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"None of my business." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Oh great. So it was up to me to let them know that possibly I was dating Mrs. Patrickson's killer and then they'd want to wire me up for our date to get some incriminating evidence on Jerry. And then they'd arrest him but his lawyer would get him off and he'd come looking for me...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;But I didn't call the police either. It couldn't have been Jerry. He was too nice, too honest. But he'd lied about not having the keys, a little voice said. He probably wouldn't have mentioned them at all if Mr. Jaspers hadn't surprised him holding them, in the act of breaking in.  What other explanation could he have given? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Perhaps he was planning to let himself in and wait for me, like he had for all those other women. When he found my locks were changed, he settled for my neighbour...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;But how could he know Mr. Jaspers wouldn't tell the police? That was easy. Anyone talking to the old curmudgeon for two minutes would know he didn't give up anything voluntarily. It was only by chance he'd told me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I'd talk it over with Mac. Maybe he could decide if I was just imagining things.  I went downstairs and got his number from Masterson.  "Anything I can take care of, Donna?" the old fellow said. "No need to bother the boss with every little thing."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;"This is personal, thanks." I went home and punched in his number.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Mac Patrickson."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Mac, I--"  There was a little beep as his answering machine came on.  "Call me," I said and gave my number.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-5214183456308622113?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5214183456308622113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=5214183456308622113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5214183456308622113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5214183456308622113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/12/romantic-stories-collection-love-with_6893.html' title='Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 4'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-4600538482415958323</id><published>2007-12-02T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:25:36.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 3</title><content type='html'>"You're home early."  Mac was just getting into the elevator when I stepped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;"Not soon enough."  I started to brush past him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I was thinking, well, maybe this isn't a good time," Mac hesitated. "I was just going down to the diner on the corner for a burger. But I suppose you've eaten?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I'd love to," I made a quick decision and it wasn't till we were sitting in a back booth over coffee that I realized how I must look with my pantyhose flapping around my ankles. Mac hadn't even snickered. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;He was good company. Mac worked as a property manager, he said. Our building was on his list. I had to admit it was well-kept up. He didn't have any pets, a real plus and he did have a lot of funny stories about tenants who had them, that kept me laughing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"This large woman sat on her Chihuahua ..." he began and I watched the corners of his eyes crinkle like Mrs. Patrickson's did. He was wearing a yellow sweater over a white shirt, very collegiate. Our waitress came and he joked with her and left a big tip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I'd almost forgotten about the horrible start to the evening when Mac walked me back to the lobby.  "I'll be fine," I told him when it looked as though he was going to come on up. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"You sure? See you again soon, then. It's been... terrific."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;When I reached my apartment there were no keys in my purse. I thought back to the bag falling open in Jerry's apartment. Oh well. I ran down the stairs to Mr. Masterson, the superintendent. Mac was still there, talking. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I can let you in. Just take a minute." Mac took a ring of master keys from a hook near the door.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"No, its fine. Mr. Masterson has had to do this lots of times".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I wouldn't take losing your keys lightly, Donna," Mac frowned. "With all these attacks on women in this area, lately. I think we'd better have your locks changed. In the meantime, you can borrow the master."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Jerry called at the end of the week to say how much he missed me. "It was my fault," he said. "I should have prepared you for meeting him. Fitzhugh was mistreated as a kitten so it's hard for him to trust."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Me too," I said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I thought he'd be familiar with you by now. I've taken him on all our dates."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"What?? You and me and Fitzhugh?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"He's been in the backseat. In his cat carrier," he said hastily. "It gets lonely in the apartment and I don't like to leave him overnight. I take him with me everywhere. So I thought he'd sort of know you already.  I'm sorry. Please let me pay for having your shoes repaired."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"No need," I lied, looking at the toe of one pump protruding from the trash I'd been about to take to the incinerator when he called.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Show you forgive me and let me take you to dinner tomorrow. It's Valentine's Day, after all," he said with a plea in his voice. He named a restaurant I'd been dying to try but not alone. "At seven?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"All right," I said, hating myself for being weak. There was something about the man. "By the way, Jerry, did you find a set of keys after I left?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;"No," he said. He sounded truthful. "Were they important?"&lt;/p&gt; "Nothing special. See you tomorrow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-4600538482415958323?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4600538482415958323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=4600538482415958323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/4600538482415958323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/4600538482415958323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/12/romantic-stories-collection-love-with_3260.html' title='Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 3'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-8292806939784053647</id><published>2007-12-02T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:24:34.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 2</title><content type='html'>"Don't look so worried. He'll love you," Jerry said as he opened the door to his late model Caddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;'He'?  Guess it wouldn't be his mother I'd be meeting tonight.  My heart sank. Jerry was going to tell me he was gay and he'd tried one last time to see if he could be straight and I was it and he couldn't, so now we'd have drinks with his lover and he'd say we could still be friends...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I didn't say much on the drive over.  We pulled into the underground parking for his building and took the elevator to the tenth floor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Jerry turned his key in the lock of 1003. I had just decided on a gracious approach to whoever he introduced as his lover.    &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"This is Fitzhugh," Jerry said, throwing the door open with one hand as though there would be trumpets blowing somewhere and Clinton or maybe even Newt Gingrich would come out. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I stepped forward, set my purse down on a table beside the door and held out my hand. But there was no one in the room.  It was a pleasant enough apartment; a long bank of windows along one wall, some plants and comfortable furniture in greens and browns.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;So I'd guessed wrong again. Jerry didn't want me to meet his mother and he wasn't gay; he was crazy. Fitzhugh was a hallucination, like that rabbit, Harvey, in that old Jimmy Stewart movie.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Jerry had lured me up here to meet his imaginary friend who would find fault with me and they would find my lifeless body several days later in the park behind some bushes... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;At least Mac and his aunt had gotten a look at him, I told myself, sidling back towards the door. He won't get away with it. Jerry didn't seem the killer type but then that's what all the girlfriends and neighbours say on the tabloid shows after some maniac's been arrested. Even serial killers have a social life...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"This is my cat, Fitzhugh," Jerry was repeating politely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I looked down. A feline monstrosity stared up at me. It was  a lustrous black with glittery gold eyes, big enough to operate a can opener all by itself. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I can tell he likes you," Jerry said.  "He's fussy about his friends."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Yeah, sure, I thought. I have a theory about people who are too close to their cats. Not a normal relationship.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"See how good we look together?" He indicated the mirror in front of us. There we were, Jerry's dark good looks, my slim blonde self and what looked like a furry demon  glowering on the floor between us.  That old saying about three's a crowd sure applied here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Jerry moved closer and drew me into his arms.  I lifted my lips to be kissed, closing my eyes and feeling the rough tweed of his jacket against my cheek. 'Oh Jerry,' I thought, 'why couldn't it have been your mother?'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Something raked my ankles as I kissed him back. I looked down. My pantyhose fell in shreds over my pumps. Fitzhugh was just taking a large bite out of my left heel. Then he stalked away to  whatever dark places he inhabited in that apartment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Donna?"  Jerry moved and knocked my purse to the floor.  "Sorry." He picked it up and jammed the contents back any old way.  "Am I jumping the gun here? I mean, I don't want you to think I'm a date rapist or something.  I haven't brought a woman up here in a long time."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;And he wouldn't again, if Fitzhugh has anything to say about it, I thought. I was still staring at the gouge in my heel. The cat had scratched the suede off the right pump. I'd have to toss the shoes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Jerry looked down. "Ohmigod, did Fitzhugh do that?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Oh, no. I came over here with my pantyhose down around my ankles, cat scratches and gouges in my shoes."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"You don't need to be sarcastic. I'm sure it was an accident. Fitzhugh probably smelled another cat on you."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I haven't been &lt;b&gt;around&lt;/b&gt; any cats. Ever."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Maybe that next door neighbour, Mrs. Patrickson, has cats. She seems like a cat person."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;"Canaries. She hates cats."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Perhaps you hate Fitzhugh too?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Darn right I do," I said. I grabbed my purse and stomped out feeling the draft around my ankles. Cat: 1, Girlfriend: 0.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-8292806939784053647?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8292806939784053647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=8292806939784053647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8292806939784053647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8292806939784053647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/12/romantic-stories-collection-love-with_02.html' title='Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 2'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-2918988375919908095</id><published>2007-12-02T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:23:27.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="p"&gt;Valentine's Day. Why doesn't it live up to our expectations?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;Remember when we were kids with a bagful of those awful- tasting little hearts? The ones with the words on them like 'True Love,' or 'You're Cute,' stuff like that?   And your girlfriends would all dare you to give one to Danny or Johnny or whoever it was you were all weak-kneed over that year?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;And you knew when you grew up that love would find you and it would be wonderful and change your life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;And then it doesn't happen.  Even when you wait and wait and everything seems right. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Take Jerry Martin.  This year's flavor? I don't know. Six months ago when those deep blue eyes looked over at me across a crowded seminar, music started playing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"You have a kind face," he said when he came over at coffee break.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;And you're a hunk, I thought. "Looking for kindness?" I raised an eyebrow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Well, I missed the morning session and I was looking for someone to fill me in. The rest of this afternoon is pretty familiar stuff."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;"I did it last year."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Really?" A wave of thick dark hair fell over his forehead and he brushed it away with a gesture that made my heart jump. "Say, there's a quiet place around the corner where we could talk."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Lead the way."  I grabbed my little attache case and pointed my size fives in his direction.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I think he was after more than kindness. We talked till dinner and then ordered wine with the sole and salad. After that, it was dinner and drinks whenever we happened to be in town at the same time. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Turned out his office is fairly near mine in the financial district. He's an auditor for a chain of retail stores. I'm a sales rep for a publishing company. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;It was nice having someone who looked like that to dream about, someone gentle but not a wimp. There was something about Jerry that made you want to listen to him. At least I did. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt; Lately the single state hasn't seemed all that terrific. Chalk it up to a schedule that doesn't give me much social life. And to the fear that has been stalking my apartment complex. Someone has been doing break and enters but it isn't just property he's after. Women have been attacked. He was waiting when they came home from work. Times like this the coupled condition has a certain attraction. Even without the romance.    &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;And I've got to admit, Jerry was romantic. Little by little he became the only one I was seeing.  Then one day he called. I always got a little thrill when I heard his voice on the phone. "I think it's time you met the most important person in my life," he says.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;Oh, oh. I phoned, Lou Ann, my best friend. "He wants me to meet his mother."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"His mother? You two that far already?  I think he's a real dreamy guy and all that. In fact, if I wasn't all involved with Laurence, and of course, if Jerry wasn't yours, I could really go for him. Nice looking, on his way up, non-smoker.  A girl could do worse."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Jerry's great. But maybe he's jumping the gun. I don't know if I'm ready for anything serious..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Why don't you give &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; his number? Laurence will understand."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Now hold on, Lou Ann. Do I horn in on your relationships?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"What relationships? Laurence? You can have him."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"I'm happy with Jerry, thanks. And I've got to get ready."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Call me with details." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I hung up, wondering. You know all those stories people tell about their best friend and their boyfriend?  Oh, nuts. I could trust Lou Ann, couldn't I? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;I got out the dress I use for weddings and funerals. Sort of a purply-mauve with a little scarf. The finishing touch is the expensive matching pumps I bought on a quickie tour of Italy.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Hi. You look terrific,"  Jerry said, when he rang the doorbell at eight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"Don't you look swell, Donna," Mrs. Patrickson next door was just limping in from her senior's foot clinic on the arm of her nephew, Mac.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt;"This is Jerry Martin," I said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p"&gt;Mac gave me a friendly smile. He was tall, blonde and good-looking. Mrs. Patrickson often said she hoped Mac and I would become romantically involved but our schedules never seemed to work out. Now, seeing me with Jerry, Mac would probably give up trying. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt; "Have a nice time, you two," Mrs. Patrickson said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt; "Glad to meet you both," Jerry said, shaking hands. He seemed oblivious to Mac's attractions. Was I with the wrong guy?   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-2918988375919908095?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2918988375919908095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=2918988375919908095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2918988375919908095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2918988375919908095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/12/romantic-stories-collection-love-with.html' title='Romantic Stories Collection: Love with the Proper Killer Part 1'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-976170794510138232</id><published>2007-12-02T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:19:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Stories Collection: True Soulmates In The Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;I didn't believe in finding love online. I thought it was full of perverts, rapists, etc. One day, I was in a chat room, just bored out of my mind, because I was visiting my brother in Seattle and he was currently at work. So, I just basically put "Anyone wanna chat?" Little did I know that the man of my dreams would IM me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;I was in a relationship at the time. It wasn't a very good one, though. My ex-boyfriend, Mike, whom I was dating then, was constantly getting jealous of my guy friends and he was very insecure about my love for him. I have to be honest, I did love him. I still do, kinda. But he brought the relationship to an end, not me. He pushed me directly into Chris, my new boyfriend and my best friend's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;We just started talking about stupid stuff. And I asked if I could put him on my buddylist. He said yes and placed me on his. After talking online to each other every day for about a week or so, he asked me if we could talk on the phone. I, of course, was scared. The main reason being that I really didn't know him and he could have been a pervert or someone just looking for a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;And he also lived in Florida, which was a slight problem. I had a couple phone cards to use so I wouldn't rack up my brother's phone bill. When I dialed all the numbers, I was extremely nervous. Afraid of what he would sound like. To be truthful, I thought he might have been some 50 year old, over weight, balding man who just wanted a younger girl to talk to. We talked for five hours that night, and I'm very shy when it comes to talking on the phone for the first time or meeting a person for the first time. So, it was just basically him making me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;He also had his eyes set on someone. But, later on, she had decided to go with someone else and she told him that she didn't feel the same way he did. I was having problems with Mike, and Chris helped me through it, reassuring me everything would be alright. Later on, I found out that he was jealous of Mike, because one night, I IMed Chris with Mike's screen name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;And now, we have been talking for about four months or so online and on the phone. I am planning to visit him in the near future and, eventually, move to Florida to live with him. And marriage is going to be a part of the picture. Not right away, but in time. I love him with my heart and soul. I would do anything for him. And I know he feels the same. Now, some may call us crazy and say that love can't happen over long distances. But I truly think that we're soul mates in the making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-976170794510138232?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/976170794510138232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=976170794510138232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/976170794510138232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/976170794510138232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/12/romantic-stories-collection-true.html' title='Romantic Stories Collection: True Soulmates In The Making'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-8754835094844181788</id><published>2007-12-02T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:18:09.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Stories Collection: Yvonne</title><content type='html'>Yvonne rides the merry-go-round. She straddles the white, mystical unicorn that has a long, wavy mane and a spiral horn. The merry-go-round is a fanciful world, a menagerie of colorful, wood carved animals and chariots, three rows deep, parading among a grid of brass poles that seem to hang down like vines from a celestial array of sparkling red and blue light bulbs strung along the ribs of its umbrella-like canopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a mechanical wonder, illuminated and revolving inside its pavilion. A pavilion filled with the dreamy, melodic notes of a waltz coming from the band organ at the center of it. The band organ is housed in a large pinkish-white cabinet decorated in rococo-style with pastel greens and violets dripping about like icing on a cake. In the center of the cabinet is a row of brass trumpet horns and above them a row of brass pipes and to the side, shouldered at each end of the cabinet, are snare drums set on edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band organ is affixed to the inner drum housing that also has a façade of scenery panels depicting exotic personages and places. The inner drum is crowned off by the revolving rounding board that is lined with tilted mirrors in ornate frames that captures the images of the marionette-like figures and their riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to the unicorn sits a young mother and her toddler son in a chariot that has clowns painted on its side and drawn by two determined-looking kangaroos. The mother points out some of the fantastic sights that swirl about them, tickling her son’s fancy with each sighting, then she settles back on the bench to rest and enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tike is wearing a faded blue t-shirt and dungarees with little straps fitting loosely over his small shoulders. He has a large, round head and a fleshy face with big watery eyes. He twitches and turns his head to catch all the twirling sights spinning about him, until he locks his gaze on Yvonne. The youngster stares at Yvonne until she notices him. She becomes unsettled and self-conscious. The boy takes his finger from his mouth and gleefully points it at something in the air to show her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne is reluctant to play along, but finally pantomimes an ooh which delights him and he quickly pretends pointing at some other imaginary spot and, again, Yvonne pretends to be amazed and smiles. A loud buzzer sounds and the merry-go-round winds down and comes to a stop. The mother calmly stands and lifts her son up and plops his buttocks on her hip and heads off. The boy waves bye-bye to Yvonne from over his mother’s shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the pavilion is a row of arcade booths bustling with teens. The booths stand on a sweltering tarmac that loops the pavilion and runs out to the arched portal that’s cut in the tall juniper hedge that leads to the park. Behind the booths is a sidewalk with bicyclists and skateboarders zipping by, a street with slow cruising cars, beyond the street a gleaming wall of odd-shaped buildings, and, off in the distance, the city skyline and horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne slides off the unicorn and moseys along the sweep of figures until she comes to the tall, amiable giraffe. The grayish giraffe has chestnut spots and adorned with exotic saddlery, masterfully carved and brightly painted. The figure has two mushroom-like horns, perked ears, and an intricately carved yellow-blossom sunflower tucked in a braided bridle. Yvonne mounts the giraffe and wraps the leather rein round her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giraffe was the favorite of Yvonne’s dad. He thought it was a lofty jumper of good sport and he would perch Yvonne up on its big, slippery saddle as he stood guardedly by her side. Her father was a broken man of few words and would stare vacuously and quietly ahead during the ride, his big hands girded about her waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, he would grace Yvonne with his solicitously paternal glance. When the ride was done he would lift her off with affected cheerfulness and they would leave the ride to spend some time strolling through the park. As they strolled, he would tell her what a pretty thing she is and how she will find her one true love some day. Yvonne is a plain girl with round moping eyes and a large nose that, in certain lighting, seems to have a crook to it, and that worries her. Her father would lament on how he wished he had more time to be there for her. She would hold his hand to comfort him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne sees her reflection in the mirror sitting on the elongated giraffe. It’s a frail and forlorn visage. The buzzer sounds and the rickety floor of the merry-go-round jolts and starts to rotate. Yvonne tightens her hand on the serpentine pole as the ride accelerates and the giraffe heightens its leaps forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pack of rowdy boys descend the area around Yvonne. They cavort about the various figures as though playing on jungle gyms, chat like monkeys, and guffaw at their silly antics. There is a tall hayseed boy that puts both his feet in one stirrup of the prancing reindeer and stands there at attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tubby one squirrels down on the floor beneath the neighing zebra. The impish one scampers aimlessly about mounting and dismounting the figures until he finally settles on hanging under the neck of a loping camel. The ringleader settles on the back of a prowling tiger next to Yvonne. He has a fresh, clean complexion, short reddish hair and green, knowing eyes. His presence is intrusive and yet captivating. He gives Yvonne a smirk and then stands on the Persian-style blanket draped on the tiger’s back and climbs the pole to just below the crank in a show-offish swagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dangles there for awhile until the ride attendant heads towards him. The boy slides down and off the mount. He gives Yvonne a wild animal-like growl with a gnarly, strained expression on his face then leads his buddies away, whooping and hollering. The attendant heads toward Yvonne, yawing as he moves down the narrow row of thickly lacquered figures, retrieving tickets from the various patrons as he passes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops in front of Yvonne and she holds out her ticket. He is a gangly palooka and smells of axle grease. His fingertips linger sleazily on her hand and then he takes the stub. He simpers in a scoff, and saunters off. Yvonne is embarrassed by the obscene touch and tries to forget it by listening to the grating notes of a ragtime tune. She looks up and gazes at the mirror and at her frail figure sitting airily on a giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the labyrinth of poles and bobbing figures, Yvonne decries the young man that wears the beige windbreaker. She wistfully studies him as he rides a knight’s charger outfitted in silvery faux armor. He chooses the black steed because it is on the outside row and he can go for the brass ring when it whizzes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes here often, perhaps a student between classes or on a break from work. He looks intelligent and sensitive, perhaps an artist, a loner like her, or a mystical spirit, but he is not like the other boys Yvonne knows. Yvonne dismounts the giraffe and coyly meanders over to an ostrich just to the inside of the boy. The spunky ostrich has periwinkle-colored legs and neck and a yellow beak and bulging white plumage on its romantic side. Yvonne gets up on it sidesaddle and waits. Perhaps he’ll notice her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps their eyes will meet. Perhaps he won’t notice her crooked nose and will find her pretty. She watches as he readies himself for the approaching ring contraption. He leans out as far as he can and snatches the brass ring and pulls himself back in. Yvonne rejoices and flashes a smile that the elated boy catches before he puts his focus back down on the brass ring that he holds in his hand. Perhaps they’ll speak now or exchange smiles again. Yvonne watches the dumbstruck boy as he contemplates the brass ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t offer up another glance. She wants to say something to him, congratulate him, ask what he’s going to do with it, but remains quiet and demure. The ride attendant comes by and straps Yvonne to her ride, dallying with the leather strap about her waist too long, and then he sidles off along the sweep, leaving Yvonne abashed. The boy tosses the brass ring into the passing metal mesh basket. The brass ring tinkles around the mesh basket and disappears down the throat to trigger the titillating clangor of its bell. The harsh, prolonged buzzer of the merry-go-round signals the end of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;The boy gets up and without looking over, quietly steps off to the tarmac before the ride has come to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne dismounts and sulkily weaves her way toward the center of the merry-go-round. She slips past a haughty, yellow-billed stork with stern, censoring eyes and a silly motley-green toad leaping frivolously into midair and then a ferociously fanged blue muzzle dragon. She goes to the royal carriage on the inner sweep of the merry-go-round and burrows herself aboard it. It’s an open carriage drawn by two harnessed horses in full, colorful regalia. They are gleeful steeds, with blinders on and lolling tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body of the carriage is thickly painted in a creamy white and decorated with gilded filigree. Stenciled on the dashboard of the carriage is red and gold ribbons streaming from the beak of a blue bird and atop the front dash of the coachman seat are two mock gas lanterns. Yvonne slouches back and rests her head on the top rim of the carriage bench. She blames herself. Why did she think he would notice her? The buzzer sounds and the ride jolts and begins to rotate. Yvonne stares at the poster-like lithographic scenery panels on the façade of the inner drum. There is the Taj Mahal rising out of a mist, a plump belly dancer in bra and skirt with coin-laden hip belt posed with palms touching overhead and framed in orange flames, ancient pyramids with dwarfed camels in front of them, a fortune teller with tarot cards fanned out in front of her, the Great Wall of China snaking off through the hinterland, perky geishas fanning themselves dressed in carnation-red kimonos and gold obis, and a gilded Buddha temple, and then the Taj Mahal again and the belly dancer and so on. The band organ is playing a pompous lilt with snares and cymbals crashing in common time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne lounges in her carriage and envisions the figures and riders around her as a cortege leading her in a regal parade. All the animals are decked out in ceremonial finery and all of their riders have a certain stately air to them. She lingers there in her carriage and then slides down further on the bench and stares up at the canopy overhead that glitters with constellations of swirling lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy hops in the carriage and hunkers down on the floor. He notices Yvonne and motions for her to shush as he peers back out from where he came. He’s a scrappy looking lad with dark features and black cropped hair dressed in a t-shirt with a rock band logo on it, loose blue jeans, and black sneakers. Yvonne is intrigued and curiously permissive as she remains lounging with her feet up on the front dash of the carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy asks her if she’s going snitch on him and she tells him no and why would she. He tells her he’s just hiding from a doofus and not to get her panties in a knot, which she says she won’t, and then he scoffs at the pedal pushers she is wearing and asks if she thinks she’s really cool. He gets up and slouches down close to her and tells her how she probably got the knickers at Markies and how all the trendy girls go to Markies so she shouldn’t be so snotty. Yvonne wants to know who he is hiding from and if he’s in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally admits he’s really not hiding from anyone and that he just wanted to meet her, he thinks she’s nifty-looking. He talks to her about his friends and places he goes and things he does and then, on an impulse, he grabs her hand and tugs her away from the carriage and leads her down a sweep of figures. He tells her he knows the best ride on the merry-go-round and that they should hurry before some one else gets it. He takes her to the large stallion that leads the carousel. It’s a breathtaking palomino jumper with an aquamarine mane that’s plaited along its arched neck and with a daunting glint in its eye. The boy helps boost Yvonne up and then swoops up behind her and sits snugly behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a ticklish escapade, perched atop a towering steed that races ahead in gigantic leaps and bounds. Yvonne tightens her fingers around the fluted pole as the boy wraps his arms around her midriff. She feels a strange intimacy between them, a familiarity with a boy whose body is rolling against hers. The merry-go-round whirls around in one jumbo blur like a pinwheel. There are illuminated faces and glistening figures streaming along in rows and sweeps that rise and fall in waves. Scintillating bells and whistles crackle through the air and blend harmoniously with the swooning of a carnival tune. It’s a galaxy of light and sounds spiraling off in its own world. A young girl on a leaping gazelle appears alongside Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl has rosy, pudgy cheeks and a tiny nose and a blue ribbon in her smooth, shiny hair. She holds a white cone topped with a glob of flossy, pink cotton candy. There’s the delicious burnt smell of caramel in the air. She offers Yvonne a clump of the sweet confection. Yvonne is hesitant to let go of the pole, but finally takes her hand and cautiously reaches out for the morsel just as the little girl drops back out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne rights herself quickly to keep from falling and cling to the pole. The piercing buzzer shoots through Yvonne like an electric shock. She is winded and tries to catch her breath as the ride slows down and comes to a standstill. The boy leans up close to Yvonne’s ear and asks her if the ride wasn’t the most wildest and stupendous one ever, and with that said, he hopped down and scurried away without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne is stranded atop an inanimate palomino that’s fixed at the apex of its jump. The ride empties around her leaving her alone with just the lifeless figures. There’s an okapi with small disapproving eyes, a wistful mandrill with its purple and scarlet facial markings, a peacock with its tail fanned out, dotted with emerald eyes and, beyond that, a lupine leer. There is a tinny, cartoonish tune blaring away that Yvonne finds almost silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slides down off the stallion and plans to leave when her girlfriends swarm around her, all agog and drawing Yvonne along with them to their special rendezvous spot on the merry-go-round. The special rendezvous spot is a sleigh-like chariot with a front and back bench located on the center row of the merry-go-round. The benches are covered with cinnamon-colored Naugahyde simulating leather. The girls settle in the chariot and gaga over how the boy really wanted Yvonne and how he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. They ask Yvonne what it was like. Yvonne tells them that the boy thought it was stupendous, but isn’t sure what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to Yvonne is her best friend packed in a preppy, pleated skirt and black leggings and covered by a layer of sweaters. Behind her in the back bench is grungy Sally with the black cowl of her hoodie over her head and next to Sally is the athletic Molly wearing her fashionable midnight blue gym shorts, teal tee shirt and running shoes with neon-blue piping and mauve laces. They chatter, noisily, as the merry-go-round gradually repopulates around them with a fresh batch of riders. The alarming buzzer cues the riders to be ready and the floor jerks into motion and starts to rotate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride attendant waits on the concrete floor of the inner well for the ride to get up to speed and then grabs hold of a passing pole and mounts the revolving floor in an oafish twirl. He makes a beeline to the chariot where the girls are to collect their tickets. He leans in close to Yvonne to retrieve hers. He smells of beer and cigarettes. He asks her if she enjoyed the last ride and tells her how he has something that will really make her ride exciting. Yvonne gags by his advances and tells the creep to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The addled attendant looks at Yvonne a second and then smirks and slithers off down the sweep. The girls squeal in hysterics over Yvonne’s newly found attitude as a group of boys gather around them. They’re school-chums, the whiz kid, the air-guitarist, the jock, and the pretty boy, and they exchange persiflage with the girls and hang out with them. The whiz kid stands next to Yvonne and explains to her how merry-go-rounds are built starting from the laying of tracks in the pit to the rods and cranks of the overhead mechanical framework. Yvonne listens politely, though she feels he’s missing the whole point of the ride and is about to tell him so when the air-guitarist dude slides in, pushing the whiz kid away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air-guitarist frenziedly pantomimes the playing of an electrical guitar in front of Yvonne just as she espies the boy in black snickers skulking down a sweep of figures on the other side of the merry-go-round. She watches as the boy ducks into the white swan chariot and disappears. She feels a sense of humiliation and loathing and then perturbed with the air-guitarist who is head-banging in front of her as he pretends playing a guitar to the refrains of "Waiting for the Robert E. Lee." She tells him he’s a dork. She feels bad about that, but before she can take it back the tall, sinewy jock shoves the air-guitarist off his spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jock tells Yvonne that he will be playing basketball Thursday night and she has to come and watch him play. Yvonne hears the titillating clangor of the bell and looks about the area and sees Bess, a string-bean with a sable-like bob, standing next to the boy in the beige windbreaker near the arcade. It’s a pungent sight and disheartening and she grimaces. The jock asks her if she likes basketball and she answers yes and he proceeds to tell her that the Thursday night game is at seven, but she should get there early to watch him warm up. She tells him she’s busy that night which is a lie, but she didn’t know what else to say since she isn’t feeling well and wants to be left alone. The pretty boy joins the jock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty boy needs to know from Yvonne if he had made a good impression on one of Yvonne’s acquaintances and before she could quiz him on it, he begins chatting with the jock about his recent encounter. Her best friend had left the chariot and is now speaking with the ride attendant and pointing over toward Yvonne. Yvonne glowers at her friend knowing her friend is setting her up with the attendant just to make her feel more like a floozy. As the boys chatter, Yvonne leans her head back and rests it on the top edge of the bench. She stares up at the pavilion roof that is spinning backwards overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolls her head to the side and sees herself in the mirror. She has a narrow oblong face with a large crooked nose. Her insides are buzzing and spinning with all sorts of strange sensations. The titillating bell rings. And he is nowhere to be found, Yvonne says to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne gets up and squeeze out past the two conversing boys and escapes down the sweep of figures. She heads against the flow of the revolving floor and totters as she walks. She finds herself in the midst of a birthday party with a covey of youngsters yo-yoing on their rides. The birthday party is for a pretty little girl dressed in a white ruffled dress on the unicorn with her dad attending her. The girl seems quite pleased with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne gives the little girl a tiny smile and heads on. She passes a young lad, decked out in cowboy gear with a black Stetson hat. He sits atop a galloping horse that’s also outfitted in western gear. The lad frantically whips the figure about its neck with the leather reins trying to get it to giddy-up faster. Yvonne stops and gapes at Sally, the fashionable athlete, who’s joined the air-guitarist in front of the band organ. The two strum away on their make-believe guitars to the blasting music coming from the cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an odd couple, it’s just not right, not right, Yvonne feels. Behind the cowboy flogger is an old blowzy gal with smeared rogue and lipstick on her face, a tattooed ankle, and a shabby toy doll on her lap, cackling as she rides on a jumper. Yvonne averts her eyes and sees the ride attendant slinking along the sweep, ogling her as he collects tickets. She moves on. She comes to her grungy friend, Molly, who is standing precariously on the shoulders of the jock that has her ankles locked in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jock is teetering on top of a glistering hippopotamus as Molly shouts and whoops boastfully. It’s crazy, just crazy Yvonne feels, and far too dangerous. She comes to an empty hollow on the ride. She glances back and sees the ride attendant talking to the pretty birthday girl. It’s sickening, just sickening. She grabs hold of a pole and bends her head back to stare at the bright nodes of lights running along the arms of the canopy. She closes her eyes tight and lets herself be pulled away by the invisible force. The specter of a huge black octopus swoops down over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silenced buzzer startles Yvonne and she opens her eyes and looks warily around. The mechanical ride comes to a standstill. The riders dismount and trample off. There is an eerie moment of stillness, as if the world has been unplugged. The menagerie of carved and painted figures is caught fixed in place and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy in the beige windbreaker appears and asks Yvonne if she would like to join him for a soda or something. Yvonne smiles and loosens her grip on the pole and asks if he is speaking to her. He is and she accepts. The two leave the merry-go-round and walk past the bustling crowd at the arcade and past a clown holding a cluster of colorful helium balloons and through a group of young children chasing each other around. They pass through the placid portal in the tall hedge to the park. On the other side of the portal is a hummingbird with a kelly-green chest plate that hovers in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne views the delicacy and liveliness of the bird before it darts away. They promenade along the path which winds through the pastoral greenery. Yvonne asks him if he likes the merry-go-round and he tells her that it’s an amusing ride at best and she admits that it’s a bit crazy and then tells him how her father would to bring her there when she was young. As they walk, he tells her about people he wants to meet and places he’d like to go and things he wants to do and she tells him how she feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-8754835094844181788?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8754835094844181788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=8754835094844181788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8754835094844181788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8754835094844181788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/12/romantic-stories-collection-yvonne.html' title='Romantic Stories Collection: Yvonne'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-6051537760253527624</id><published>2007-11-03T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:15:41.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Cards for you!</title><content type='html'>Greeting all members,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round Mr.Romance wish to introduce some interesting thingy which Mr.Romance found on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopping.com/gift-cards"&gt;Shopping Gift Cards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Cards which entitle you to SHOP, ENJOY, and HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more &lt;a href="http://www.shopping.com/gift-cards"&gt;Gifts Cards here !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;For my female readers, i would recommend you to see some "&lt;a href="http://www.shopping.com/xDN-gift_cards--skincarerx_com"&gt;Skin Care Gift Cards&lt;/a&gt;" or "&lt;a href="http://www.shopping.com/xDN-gift_cards--perfume_emporium"&gt;Perfume Gift Cards&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for Male Reader, DON WORRY I NEVER FORGET YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may interested on "&lt;a href="http://www.shopping.com/xDN-gift_cards--home_shopping_network"&gt;Home Shopping Gift Cards&lt;/a&gt;" plus the "&lt;a href="http://www.shopping.com/xFS?KW=home+depot+gift+card&amp;amp;CLT=SCH"&gt;Home Depot Gift Cards&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what you waiting for? 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Act now and visit this &lt;a href="http://www.weddingshowergifts.com/"&gt;Unique Wedding Gifts Store NOW !!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-6396529309821422589?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6396529309821422589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=6396529309821422589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6396529309821422589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6396529309821422589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-wedding-couples.html' title='For the Wedding Couples!'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-3369431648741808805</id><published>2007-09-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:23:46.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Tips - Australia Trip~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vGw6ex-NKAY/RvKQQl1JyVI/AAAAAAAAABs/_IQWBr3B04Y/s1600-h/australia-sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112307141726292306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vGw6ex-NKAY/RvKQQl1JyVI/AAAAAAAAABs/_IQWBr3B04Y/s320/australia-sydney.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vGw6ex-NKAY/RvKQDl1JyUI/AAAAAAAAABk/OI5U7NghdJ4/s1600-h/australia-sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Romance Recommendation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where to go on this coming holiday? Hereby give out a good tips - &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.com.au/Australia/Sydney/"&gt;Australia!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112305286300420402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vGw6ex-NKAY/RvKOkl1JyTI/AAAAAAAAABc/U4vX5sG6WeM/s320/operahouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As you all know that, Australia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; famous on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sea view&lt;/span&gt;, their amazing culture and of cause the CUTE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KOLA&lt;/span&gt; BEAR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now, on the holiday period, lot of offering is going on at Australia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their hotel is also having a big promotion which will let your jaw drop to the floor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For more information on the hotel promotion, you may wish to visit the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.com.au/Australia/Sydney/"&gt;Sydney Hotels &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.com.au/Australia/Melbourne/"&gt;Melbourne Hotels &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.com.au/Australia/Brisbane/"&gt;Brisbane Hotels &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So what you waiting for right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the hotel booking page now, booking your trip there now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-3369431648741808805?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3369431648741808805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=3369431648741808805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3369431648741808805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3369431648741808805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/09/holiday-tips-australia-trip.html' title='Holiday Tips - Australia Trip~!'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vGw6ex-NKAY/RvKQQl1JyVI/AAAAAAAAABs/_IQWBr3B04Y/s72-c/australia-sydney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-7023989270680435504</id><published>2007-09-16T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T08:29:20.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male or Female . Honor or Pride . Choice on You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Girl are MAN Slave?&lt;br /&gt;Man forever the Master, while Girl the Slave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fight for the Honor or Pride Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show People what you can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to King or Queen Zone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Honor or Pride . Choice on You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Base on the simple question, yet with unsolvable answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We wait for YOU to sort it out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://king.kingorqueen.com/" title="KingorQueen.com - King Zone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://kingorqueen.com/wp-content/themes/vela/images/King.png" title="KingorQueen.com - King Zone" alt="KingorQueen.com - King Zone" height="200" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://warzone.kingorqueen.com/" title="KingorQueen.com - War Zone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://kingorqueen.com/wp-content/themes/vela/images/WarZone.png" title="KingorQueen.com - War Zone" alt="KingorQueen.com - War Zone" height="200" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://queen.kingorqueen.com/" title="KingorQueen.com - Queen Zone" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://kingorqueen.com/wp-content/themes/vela/images/Queen.png" title="KingorQueen.com - Queen Zone" alt="KingorQueen.com - Queen Zone" height="200" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-7023989270680435504?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7023989270680435504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=7023989270680435504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/7023989270680435504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/7023989270680435504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/09/male-or-female-honor-or-pride-choice-on.html' title='Male or Female . Honor or Pride . Choice on You!'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-4915811882711204358</id><published>2007-09-14T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:02:46.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Love Stories: "What loveLove Worth You Did For" **Stories Final Ending!!**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Word from Mr.Romance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader, i hope you all enjoy this story, is a very long stories, but lot of reader like it a lot, and received tons of email asking for the final release. Hereby, hope you all enjoy it! Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 31 **********&lt;br /&gt;“Order SechsKies!” yelled Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh, ooh,” said Jae Duc. “I want some kimbab!”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won glared at him. Jae Duc shuts up. “Now I want to talk to all of you about Min Sung. He’s only been here for a few months but he had saved my life twice and not to mention, Sung Hoon’s.” Sung Hoon slapped Min Sung on the back and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Now,” continued Ji Won. “What do you want Min Sung? A car, money, women? Tell us and it’s yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Sung Hoon. “Just name it buddy and it’s yours.”&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it for a while. The only thing I wanted was Ji Won but I couldn’t say that. Since he was suspecting me so much there was only one thing I should ask for. “I want a woman,” I told them. They all opened their mouths in shock.&lt;br /&gt;“Alright Min Sung, you dog!” yelled Sung Hoon, breaking the silence. “At least you’re proving to us that you’re a man now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” said Ji Won slowly. “Who’s the girl?”&lt;br /&gt;“So Kyung Hee,” I announced.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sung Hoon’s smiling face turn mad.&lt;br /&gt;“Who do you want?” Sung Hoon asked me in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;I repeated myself. “So Kyung Hee.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. “Out of all the girls you could have picked, why her?” he yelled at me. I knew Sung Hoon liked Kyung Hee but Kyung Hee was the only person that could help me. “I happen to like her too,” I answered him. “Besides, you all said I can have anything I want, and I want Kyung Hee.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s right,” said Ji Won softly. “We can’t go back on our words.” Ji Won clapped his hands for attention. “So Kyung Hee now belongs to Ahn Min Sung. Anyone from SechsKies who touches her, the penalty is death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Won and Ji Yong had to hold Sung Hoon back from attacking me. “I thought you were my friend!” he yelled as they took him away. I sighed and headed for my room.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at Min Sung as he was walking away. “Min Sung.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes hyung?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure that’s what you want?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes hyung. I’ve never been more sure in my life.” Then Min Sung left.&lt;br /&gt;When I made it back into my room, Kyung Hee was in there waiting for me. “What the hell is going on?” she asked me. I knew it was time to tell her my story. When I finished, she was bawling like a baby. I handed her a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Th..that is s..so..romantic,” Kyung Hee said, sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;I patted her head as she leaned on me. “No, it’s not.”&lt;br /&gt;“So you’re not going to tell Ji Won who you really are?”&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head. “It wouldn’t matter anyways.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know? If he knows you’re still alive, who knows? He might fall in love with you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe,” I began slowly. “But then he’d love me out of pity and not out of love. I don’t want that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh.” Kyung Hee stared at the floor. “I wonder if Mickey really likes me.”&lt;br /&gt;“What?!” I asked in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me sheepishly. “Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mickey and I are beginning to fall for each other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why didn’t you tell me?”&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t have a chance to. Besides, it just happened.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry Kyung Hee.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay,” she said as she hugged me. “We’ll just have to put our little romance on hold for a while. You’re more important.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, I’ll go tell-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words were cut off by my lack of air. This time my attack was worser than it ever had been before. Kyung Hee stared at me frightened. “Mina! What’s happening?” “C..can’t breathe…” I managed to say. She lifted me up.&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t let the others see me,” I said to her before I collapsed into total darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 32 **********&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I began to open my eyes. I closed them instantly because the light reflecting me was so bright. Am I on the other side? I wondered. I managed to squint my eyes open. I found myself strapped to a pulse racer machine and an IV fluid was hooked up to me. I started to look around my room. I was in a hospital and I saw that my door was open slightly ajar. Then I heard 2 voices talking and I began to eavesdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a miracle that she’s still alive,” said the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;“Is she going to be okay?” Kyung Hee asked him.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, according to these test results, her heart will expire any time now. We need to get her a heart transplant soon because she’s past overdue for 2 years already. I made some calls and there is a matching donor for her in England.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll have to talk to her about it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please do,” said the doctor. “It’s her only hope of living.”&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee slowly entered my room. She stared at me with wide eyes. “You heard everything Mina?” I nodded my head weakly and took the air respirator off my mouth. “You can tell him to forget about it. I’m not going to England for a couple of months to get surgery.”&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee ran over and shook me. “Mina, are you crazy? You have to or you’ll die.”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” I told her stubbornly. “It was so hard for me to find Ji Won and I won’t let go of him just like that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee began to cry. “I don’t want you to die though.”&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her sadly. “You’re a good friend Kyung Hee. I know you’ll be the perfect girl for Sung Hoon.” I yanked the IV tube off my arm. “Come on. Let’s go home.”&lt;br /&gt;A little over a month later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart condition began to grow worse. My attacks became more frequently and undetected. It would happen during odd times like when I’m showering or having dinner with the SechsKies guys. Luckily Kyung Hee was always there by my side to cover for me. Sung Hoon hated me. I can tell by the way he acts. He probably thinks that Kyung Hee really likes Ahn Min Sung (that’s me). What he doesn’t know is Kyung Hee truly does love him and it breaks her heart seeing him go out with other girls. I think he’s doing that to make her jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Ji Won, he began to grow distant towards me. He wouldn’t talk to me much and he’s been depressed about something lately. I wish I could know what was bothering him because it hurts me to see him sad like that. Secrets are definitely hard to keep. Especially ones that you have to cover everyday. I should have known that my disguise and heart attacks would be exposed soon but it just came to me unexpectedly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 33 **********&lt;br /&gt;June 15, 1999&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won was in his depressed state again. There was this empty void inside him that he couldn’t erase. It was a recurring pain that never seemed to end. He felt lonely. Whenever he sees Min Sung and Kyung Hee together, it disturbs him. He could’t figure out what it was but he kept finding something wrong with the picture. Then a knock came on his door. “Come in,” he said, without bothering to see who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered Ji Won’s room holding a tray of food. Now these days since he was in his isolated stage, he didn’t eat much anymore. I was beginning to worry. I didn’t have much time left with him so I wanted to take care of him the best I could with the time I still had left. “Hyung? Are you hungry? I brought you some food.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won turned around to see who it was. It was Min Sung. “Just put it down.” Min Sung placed it down before Ji Won. Ramyun, mee-yuk-gook, rice, and curry. ‘How does he know I like these food?’ Ji Won thought. “Take it away I don’t want it.”&lt;br /&gt;“But hyung, you haven’t ate for days. Please eat a little bit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I said take it away!” Ji Won yelled, his anger exploding. He knocked over the tray of food. It ended up spilling all over Min Sung. Ji Won and Min Sung stared at each other. Neither of them knew what to say. Min Sung leaned over to clean up the spilled food and then left. Ji Won fell back in his chair. He ran his hands through his hair frustrated. Min Sung was too much like Mina that it was driving him crazy. Ji Won knew he was out of line though, so he began to walk to Min Sung’s room to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mess, I thought as I stripped out of my clothes. I soaked myself into a hot water bath, hoping it could wash away all my troubles. When I was done with my bath, I wrapped myself up in a towel and got out of the tub. Then I heard my room door open and then close. Must be Kyung Hee, I thought as I began to put my clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won entered Min Sung’s room, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t good at apologizing. He looked around and didn’t see Min Sung anywhere. Then he heard the sound of water draining. He figured Min Sung must be in the bathroom. Ji Won opened the door slightly and saw Min Sung’s bare back. He shuts the door quietly and began to leave. He planned to apologize later but then his mind began to sort out what he had just saw. Min Sung’s back had an ‘E’ on it. Ji Won breaks the open the door to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was buttoning up my long sleeve shirt when my door suddenly opened. I stared at Ji Won in shock but then remembered I wasn’t completely dressed yet. I buttoned up the remaining buttons and then faced him. “Hyung!” I said surprised. “What are you doing here?” I caught Ji Won looking down at my shirt. I had buttoned it all wrong and a great deal of my body was showing. Oh hell, I thought. “Hyung, I can explain-“ I began to tell him but I never had a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at Min Sung’s exposed body. Without thinking, he ripped open Min Sung’s shirt finding that Min Sung was indeed a woman. Min Sung stood still, stunned at what Ji Won had just did. He turned Min Sung’s back to him. There it was. His ‘E.’ “M...Mina?” he asked uncertainly, afraid to hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what I was more embarrassed from. Letting Ji Won see me exposed or being caught. In all my life I had never been angry at Ji Won but I didn’t know why I reacted impulsively. As I held my shirt together, I slapped Ji Won across the face hard with my other hand. His head snapped to the side. He held his cheeks as he turned to face me. “How could you do this to me Ji Won?” I asked him screaming. “Get out! Get out!” I started to push him out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won was in shock. Mina, he thought. He grabbed her arms as she pushed him out. “Mina, don’t! Is it really you?”&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him. As if he knew, Ji Won took off his jacket and puts it around my shoulders. I zipped it up, covering myself. “Yes Ji Won, it is me Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;“But I thought you were dead.”&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t die. I faked my death.”&lt;br /&gt;“Why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So I could go to Korea.”&lt;br /&gt;“You came all the way from Hawaii to find me? Why didn’t you just tell me who you are?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at Mina, who had tears coming out of her eyes. He was about to brush them off for her but then Mina pushed his hand away. “That’s the only way I could do to be with you. Join SechsKies.” Ji Won stared at Mina as she continued talking. “After you left me all alone in Hawaii, my life became so miserable. Not because of my stepmom, but because of you. I finally found a way to leave Hawaii to find you. I was so happy when I thought about how I could see you again. I thought-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began to feel a rush of mixed emotions. Mina’s words made him sad but seeing her alive in front of him, made him want to hold onto her and never let her go. He paused to let her continue. "-I thought that we could be together like we were….oppa and dongsang in Hawaii. But obviously, I was wrong. You had all those girls around you that you’ve completely forgotten about me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Each one of Mina’s words stabbed him like a knife. “Mina, you don’t understand. I-“ Mina didn’t wait for his explanation and ran. Ji Won chased after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mina!” he yelled as he chased her out of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung,” said Su Won as he saw Ji Won ran by him. Ji Won pushed him out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee ran up the 5 Kies. “What happened?”&lt;br /&gt;Su Won shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Ji Won was chasing Min Sung and kept screaming Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee stumbled back and Sung Hoon caught her. ‘Oh no, poor Mina,’ she thought. She turned around to see Sung Hoon looking at her sadly. Kyung Hee moved close to him and held onto him tight. Neither one of them lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 34 **********&lt;br /&gt;June 16, 1999&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 a.m. and Ji Won had lost Mina. As he chased her down the streets he lost track of where she ran off to. “Mina!” he continued shouting. His cries echoed throughout the streets. A lot of people heard him yelling. So did the Black Dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tae Won silently crept behind Ji Won. Ji Won was all alone. Tae Won gave an evil smile. He had a plan. He and his sidekick began to set up a trap for Ji Won, which they knew he would fall for.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina!” I covered my ears. I didn’t want to hear Ji Won’s voice. I was so confused. All I ever wanted was to be with Ji Won but now it’s all complicated. I leaned back against the alley wall. I needed time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won ran through the alleys as he continued searching for Mina. Then he ran into Tae Won. Out of the darkness, Tae Won stepped out. “Looking for someone?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Ji Won, glaring at him. “I’m looking for Min Sung.”&lt;br /&gt;“The punk that stabbed me?” Tae Won asked furiously.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I got him.”&lt;br /&gt;“You do?” Ji Won asked surprised. “Hand him over!”&lt;br /&gt;“There he is,” said Tae Won, pointing to a figure up ahead. From the back it did look like Min Sung but little did Ji Won know that it was all a setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mina?” Ji Won whispered as he approached the person. It was a Black Dragon member. He grabbed a hold of Ji Won around the neck and began shooting Ji Won continually in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I looked out from where I was hiding when I heard gunshots. “Ji Won!” I screamed as I ran out from where I hid. My scream threw the Black Dragon member off guard. Seeing his chance, Ji Won grabbed the gun from him and shot him in the head. He fell to the floor dead. Tae Won started to run away but Ji Won aimed a shot directly at his heart. Tae Won fell down dead too.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at me and then collapsed to the cold ground. He wasn’t able to hold on any longer. Rain began to pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won!” I screamed, shaking him. He was still breathing but barely. I lifted Ji Won up on my back and carried him to a nearby hospital. The rain drenched us and it grew hard for me to carry him because of the weight. However, I managed to make it. They rushed him into the emergency room. Four hours later the doctor came out.&lt;br /&gt;“How is he?” I asked as I ran up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was shot 4 times in the stomach region. As you know, a person needs at least one kidney to survive but both of his are destroyed. Unless we can find a donor, he’ll have to die.” “Give him mine,” I told the doctor right away.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure?” I nodded my head. “Because of your heart condition, if we have this operation that means you can die instantly during the transfer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head again. “I understand. Please let’s have the operation now.”&lt;br /&gt;They tested me and luckily I was compatible with Ji Won. Six hours later the surgery was completed. It’s a miracle that I’m still alive. I knew not for long though.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up finding myself in a hospital bed with Ji Won on a bed next to me. He was still in a coma. I got out of bed and went near him. I stroked his hair gently as I bent down to kiss him. “I love you Ji Won,” I whispered to him. Then I left the room, going to the last place I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 35 **********&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began to wake up. He looked around and realized he was in a hospital room. Slowly his door began to open and the rest of SechsKies entered his room. “Hyung?” asked Sung Hoon. “Are you okay?” Ji Won nodded his head weakly as he pulled himself up. “I’m okay now.”&lt;br /&gt;Jae Jin walked over to his bedside. “We’re so sorry Matthew hyung. We didn’t know what happened until this morning. We got revenge for you though when we wiped out the entire Black Dragon hideout.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay,” he told them softly as they all bowed down.&lt;br /&gt;Then a knock came to his door. The doctor came in. “Oh good, you’re awake,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at him. “Thanks for saving me Doc.”&lt;br /&gt;“No need to thank me. Your girlfriend is the one who saved your life.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began to panic. “What did she do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She could have gotten a chance to go to England to get a heart transplant but she decided to stay to give you her kidney instead.”&lt;br /&gt;“The girl…where is she?” he asked frantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor looked around the room. “She was supposed to be in here-“ Ji Won got out of bed and ran out of the room, leaving everyone staring after him. “Hyung!” all the 5 Kies shouted but Ji Won had already left. He ran searching for Mina. He knew where she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** Part 36 **********&lt;br /&gt;June 17, 1999&lt;br /&gt;Please let Ji Won be okay, I prayed to myself silently. Hopefully my prayers will be answered. So is this the end? My heart never changed because it was still the same one I loved Ji Won with. I couldn’t bear the thought of trading it with someone else. I was so confused. Had I finished what I had really come for? What will happen to my love for Ji Won? I didn’t know these answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt weaker and my pen fell from my fingers. I stopped my story right there. Truth is, I didn’t know how to end it so I might as well leave it unfinished. I took off my cap and clothes. I was wearing a long white flowing dress underneath. It was the kind I always wanted to wear when I thought I was going to marry Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair had grew out a little bit. It grazed my chin. I started to put on some light make up and combed my hair. I don’t know why I’m getting dressed up for but I knew I wanted to die looking like Nam Mina, and not Ahn Min Sung. I looked at my reflection again. At least I look like a girl now, I thought with a little laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done, I leaned against the hard rock and wrapped my arms around it, pretending it was Ji Won. Then I heard a voice yelling out my name. “Mina!” I recognized the voice. Ji Won. I smiled, knowing at least he’ll be the last person I’ll see before I go.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked around the beach and saw a figure in a white dress. ‘Mina,’ he thought as he ran towards her. It was Mina. He lifted her into his arms and onto his lap as he sat down on the rocks. ‘Mina,’ he whispered to her and kissed her on the neck and face. Tears began to fall down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my energy seemed to have been drained as I forced myself to open my eyes. My face felt wet but it wasn’t from my tears and it wasn’t raining either. My vision was kind of blurred and I couldn’t see Ji Won too well. I reached up to touch his face. It was wet. “Ji Won,” I whispered to him. “Please don’t cry. You’re scaring me. I’ve never seen you cry before.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked down at Mina, through his tear-filled eyes. “I’m so sorry Mina.” “Don’t say you’re sorry,” she whispered back to him. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” Ji Won shook his head. “I’m so sorry. You’ve done so much for me and I haven’t even realized it. I haven’t done anything for you except put you through a lot of pain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached up wipe away Ji Won’s tears. “I didn’t expect anything back from you oppa. But I want to know why did you leave me in Hawaii? I could have called the wedding off if you didn’t want to marry me.” I felt Ji Won’s grip on me tighten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t mean to leave you Mina,” answered Ji Won, his voice shaking. “I couldn’t take my dad anymore. My grandpa had given me his inheritanceand I planned on taking you and Sung Hoon with me. I didn’t tell you about it because I was afraid you wouldn’t leave your family for me. When I came to your house to get you, my uncle’s men were there waiting for me and chased me to the docks. I escaped but I wanted to go back but couldn’t. I could have put your life in danger. This isn’t the first time I’ve cried Mina. I cried when I knew I was going to be separated from you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pain, I managed to smile. Ji Won didn’t want to leave me, I thought. “Look Ji Wonee, I’m wearing the dress I always wanted to wear if we had gotten married.” Ji Won looked at me. “You’re beautiful Mina,” he said to me. “If everything would have gone as planned, we could have been married here in Korea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing was still bothering me. I think I managed to hold onto my life this long because of this question. “Ji Wonee, do you love me? I mean romantically, and not as your dongsang.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked down at Mina. She was beautiful. His heart ached when he saw how pale she was. He realized she never did knew that he had loved her all along. “Yes, Mina,” he told her. “I loved you since the first day we met. I loved you then and I had never stopped loving you.” He bent down to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was deepened to a warm bliss. Ji Won said he loved me, I told myself as I felt him kiss me. Then a cold realization washed over me but I didn’t really care. I always thought that I was hurt when I didn’t receive Ji Won’s love. Instead, I found out my pain came from when I didn’t give Ji Won enough love. I haven’t told Ji Won I loved him yet.&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won,” I said to him as he looked down at me. “Thank you for making my dream come true by saying that you love me. I know you’re lying and just saying it to repay me but you didn’t have to. I did it all because I-I-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing my voice. Not now, please, I prayed as tears fell down my face. I need to tell him before I go. I reached into my pocketand pulled out the white marble stone Ji Won had given to me when I was Min Sung. I pointed towards the ocean to make Ji Won look. I threw the stone with all my remaining strength. It skipped 3 times. ‘Perfect,’ I thought as I closed my eyes for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ji Won listened to what Mina was saying, he was stunned still. He couldn’t believe his ears. She thought he was saying he loved her as payment of what she had done for him. More tears fell down his face as he shook his head. Then when Mina pointed out to the ocean, Ji Won saw her throw the stone he had given her. It skipped 3 times. I love you. Ji Won smiled, knowing that Mina loved him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had known that she had loved him all along but she never told it to him either. “Mina, you don’t understand. I do love you!” he shouted. Then Ji Won looked down at her. She had passed on. “Mina?” He shook her gently. Her body was still and completely lifeless. “Mina!” he screamed in pain. He held onto her tightly, burying his face into her neck. He was crying so loudly and painfully that both their bodies shook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon and the others finally made it to where Ji Won and Mina was. They circled Ji Won, who was bent over holding someone they couldn’t see. “Hyung,” said Sung Hoon as he put his hand on Ji Won’s shoulder. “Are you okay? Where’s Min Sung?” Ji Won lifted his head up and Sung Hoon saw who Ji Won was holding. He fell back into the sand shocked. “M…Mina?” he asked in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mina?” the others repeated.&lt;br /&gt;“Min Sung is Mina?” asked Ji Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won nodded his head. “She dressed up as a guy to join SechsKies to be with me.”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re right, Mickey. Mina did love Matthew hyung,” said Jae Duc quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon got up and hugged both Ji Won’s and Mina’s bodies tightly. “Why?” he asked crying. Everyone remained silent. Ji Won shook his head. He moved away from Sung Hoon and turned to face all of them. “SechsKies is my family. You guys are all like my brothers. Please be my witness as I make this promise to Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They nodded their heads sadly and listened.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina,” Ji Won began. “When you were alive, I was never able to tell you that I loved you. Now that you’re gone, you don’t believe I love you. Even though I never showed you the kind of love you wanted me to, it doesn’t mean I didn’t love you with all I have.” Ji Won paused and yanked off the ring around his necklace. “With SechsKies here as my witnesses, I, Eun Ji Won, take Nam Mina as my wife ‘til eternity. I have nothing to give you Mina except my heart, which belonged to you from the first day we met.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed her lips as he slipped on the ring. The others watched him in silence. They were surprised when because of all the time Ji Won had been their leader, he had never used his real name Ji Won before. They knew he was serious. When it was over, Ji Won lifted Mina up into his arms as he stood up. “As your leader, I have a final announcement to make. I am quitting SechsKies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” they all asked in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung,” said Su Won. “Please reconsider.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won shook his head. “This is the second time Mina left me. I really can’t go on as your leader. The person I loved the most is taken away from me too soon and she died not knowing that I truly do love her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others understood what Ji Won meant. Jae Jin walked up to Ji Won. “What do you plan to do then Matthew?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know,” he answered. I’ll be somewhere where I’ll always be with Mina and constantly remind her that I love her. And as for SechsKies, with all the money and businesses we have, I don’t see any reason why we have to commit any more crimes. We each have enough money to spend for the rest of our lives already.”&lt;br /&gt;They all nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won placed a hand on Sung Hoon’s shoulder. “Sung Hoon,” said Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes hyung?” asked Sung Hoon. “If you do love Kyung Hee, tell her before it’s too late.”&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon nodded. “I will.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at his 5 brothers for the last time. “This final meeting of SechsKies is now adjourned. I wish you all the best and hope you do find your true love because I have. Good bye.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won picked up Mina’s book and scribbled something into it. When he was done, he placed it down back on the rock. Then Ji Won lifted Mina’s body up into his arms as he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung!” shouted Sung Hoon. “Where are you going?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won continued walking and didn’t answer him. The 5 Kies watched their leader walk towards the sunset carrying his bride and disappeared. They picked up the book to see what Ji Won had written. The last entry of Mina's story was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“True love never has an ending.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-4915811882711204358?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4915811882711204358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=4915811882711204358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/4915811882711204358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/4915811882711204358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-love-stories-what-lovelove-worth_1801.html' title='Long Love Stories: &quot;What loveLove Worth You Did For&quot; **Stories Final Ending!!**'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-8871617974057405738</id><published>2007-09-14T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:57:25.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Love Stories: "What loveLove Worth You Did For" *Part 23 - 30*</title><content type='html'>Special Release 7 Part Long Stories!&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 23 **********&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back in the hotel lobby…&lt;br /&gt;After Sung Hoon and the others gave the new recruits instructions and about the meeting, they all went back to their rooms. “You think there’s something wrong with Matthew hyung?” asked Jae Jin. “Yeah,” said Jae Duc. “Did you see the way he held the new guy?” They began to shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s nothing,” answered Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;“You think maybe Matthew is gay?” asked Ji Yong.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re the one who looks gay,” said Jae Duc, jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up!” yelled Ji Yong as he punched Jae Duc lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others began to laugh. Then Su Won said, “Could be though. I never saw him ‘be’ with a girl before.” Sung Hoon lets out a sigh. “Okay, I’ll tell you guys the real deal. But don’t let this get back to Matthew okay?” They all nodded and leaned forward to hear the story.&lt;br /&gt;“It was like 5 years ago when Matthew hyung met this girl named Nam Mina….”&lt;br /&gt;“She a babe?” asked Jae Duc, interrupting. Sung Hoon gave him a look. “Yes, Duc-ee, she’s a babe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, okay,” said Jae Duc. “Continue.”&lt;br /&gt;“Anyways, Matthew knew her before he met me. It turns out that she was the first person who ever really cared about him and Matthew fell in love with her. But you know how hyung is. He could never tell anyone exactly what’ s on his mind or how he feels. Instead of saying he wants Mina to be his girlfriend, he said he wants her to be his dongsang-“&lt;br /&gt;“That’s stupid!” yelled Jae Duc, interrupting Sung Hoon. “Why he say that for? She’s a babe!”&lt;br /&gt;“Sh..!” yelled Jae Jin, Ji Yong, and Su Won at Jae Duc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon continued. “Well, Matthew ended up having this blood ceremony with her. They scarred each other’s back with their initial. It looks like a blood tie but later on I found out it was his symbol of promised love-“&lt;br /&gt;“Ow..that must have hurt,” said Jae Duc, as he hugged himself. Jae Jin smacked him on the head for interrupting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think they knew each other for a year before they met me. At first I thought Mina was cute, but then by the way Matthew acts, I can tell she was off limits. See, Mina had this heart condition where air would suddenly be closed off and she couldn’t breathe. The only way to get air in was by this respirator-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The one hyung always carry?” asked Jae Duc.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Duc-ee,” said Sung Hoon, rolling his eyes. “Anyways, it was either that or mouth to mouth. Once when Matthew went collecting shells for Mina, I was walking along the shores with her. One of her attacks came on. I freaked out of course, but I knew what to do. I laid her down and I was about to give her CPR but then Matthew ran the speed of light and knocked me into the ocean and he gave her CPR.” The others started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dang, ain’t he a Romeo?” said Jae Duc, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon smiled. “It’s cause he loves Mina and didn’t want any other guy touching her. I mean, during school, if any guy talks about wanting to date her, Matthew made sure he didn’t. Oh yeah, Matthew hyung hasn’t always been Matthew. His real name is Ji Won. The ‘M’ scar on his back stands for Mina, not Matthew.” The others opened their mouths in shock. They never knew Ji Won had been this much in love before.&lt;br /&gt;“How romantic,” whispered Jae Duc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up hyung,” said Ji Yong. “Quit interrupting!”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, okay,” said Jae Duc, blocking himself from Jae Jin’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon began talking. “If there are no more interruptions, then I’ll continue.” He paused for a second and then continued. “The day before Matthew and I made it to Korea, he and Mina were supposed to get married. Matthew didn’t like his dad and there was this feud in their family on who gets the grandpa’s inheritance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew got it, of course, and he took it all and left Hawaii. He took me and he was planning on taking Mina too. When he went to her house though, his uncle’s men were guarding the place and he couldn’t take her. He ended up leaving Hawaii without saying goodbye to Mina.” All of them remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;Then Su Won spoke. “Last year hyung sent me out to get some news on Nam Mina. She had died drowning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon nodded. “Yeah but Matthew and I think she committed suicide. He think it’s because Mina can’t handle living with her stepmom, who always abuse her. If you ask me, I think Mina committed suicide because Matthew left her without any reason. I think hyung thinks that too but he won’t say it. I think he blames himself for her death and since then he hasn’t been the same. He used to be nicer and not this touchy. Also that’s why he’s never been with another girl. I mean, we see him flirt with other girls but none of us actually see him ‘be’ with another girl right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others nodded in agreement. Sung Hoon continued. “About this new boy today. I think Matthew is losing it. He probably thinks when he sees the boy he is see-“ Sung Hoon stopped talking as he looked up. He finished his sentence with a “-See you later!” and he ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 24 **********&lt;br /&gt;The others looked up surprised. Jae Jin smacked Jae Duc on his head. “What?” asked Jae Duc. “I didn’t interrupt!” “It’s not Duc-ee’s fault,” said Ji Yong. “Look.” Ji Yong pointed to where Sung Hoon ran off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aigo,” said Jae Jin. “It’s that same waitress babe.”&lt;br /&gt;“See?” said Jae Duc. “It’s cause of a girl, not me. You hit me by mistake.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s not a mistake. I still wanna smack your head cause it makes this cool hollow sound,” replied Jae Jin as he smacked Jae Duc on his head again.&lt;br /&gt;“So, wanna go out sometime?” Sung Hoon asked Kyung Hee, leaning near her. She rolled her eyes at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered flatly, “No” and began to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon held onto her arm. “Come on babe. X-mas is next month and don’t be a scrooge.”&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, Kyung Hee gave him a seductive smile. “I guess. How about we go out on November 31 then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon gave her a sexy smile back. “It’s a date then,” he answered, letting her go. The other 4 walked up to him.&lt;br /&gt;“How’d it go Mickey?” asked Su Won.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, hey, what can I say?” answered Sung Hoon *bleep*ily. “I’m the man!”&lt;br /&gt;Jae Jin gave him a high-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright!” yelled Jae Duc. “When you 2 going out?”&lt;br /&gt;“November 31,” answered Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, Mickey,” said Ji Yong.&lt;br /&gt;“Sup Ji Yong?” said Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;“November doesn’t have a 31st.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” asked Sung Hoon surprised. He looked at the calendar. November ended on the 30th. He looked around but Kyung Hee had already left. He started cursing while the others tried to hold back their laughter.&lt;br /&gt;November 23, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This meeting of SechsKies is now in session,” announced Ji Won to the main members of the group, along with the new recruits. His voice got their attention and they quickly focused their attention on Ji Won. Ji Won looked to see if Min Sung was there. He was. Ji Won gave a little smile to him. He didn’t know why but when he looks at Min Sung his mind would replace Min Sung’s face with Mina’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So any new business?” he asked the members.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” answered Jae Jin. “The Black Dragons have killed some of our members and took away some of our businesses.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it!” yelled Ji Won as he pounded his fist on the table. “We’ll just have to see that this Black Dragon matter will be solved. Mickey you, Ji Yong, Su Won, and the 2 new recruits deal with the businesses. Jae Jin, Jae Duc, and Min Sung will come with me.” Everyone looked at Ji Won strangely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon began to speak. “Uh, hyung. You want to take Min Sung along?”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won glared at him. “Yeah. Anyone here have any objections?” No one answered. “Meeting adjourned,” announced Ji Won and everyone went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 25 **********&lt;br /&gt;I followed the Black Kies to a dark alley. I was surprised Ji Won wanted to take me along, considering I was one of the weakest members. I thought I would get to work with the White Kies in businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey kid,” said Jae Duc to me.&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?”&lt;br /&gt;He handed me a gun. “Use this to protect yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widened as I held the cold metal. Please don’t let me use it, I prayed silently.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won walked over to Min Sung. “Okay, the coleaders of Black Dragons are meeting around here. You’ll recognize them by the dragon tattoos on their arms. If you see them, just shoot them as they come out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Matthew hyung, I-“ but my words were cut off the sound of gunshots.&lt;br /&gt;POW&lt;br /&gt;“Get down!” yelled Ji Won as he covered me. Then he started firing. I covered my ears and watched Ji Won in disbelief. He had shot 4 people and killed 3. Ji Won stood up smiling. I couldn’t believe it. I was in love with a cold-blooded killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jae Jin and Jae Duc killed some other members and JW told them to kill every single Black Dragon member.&lt;br /&gt;One Black Dragon member laid hurt on the ground. Ji Won pulled him up by the collar of his shirt and pointed a gun to his head. “Tell me who’s your leader punk or else I’ll blow your brains out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young boy was whimpering. I felt sorry for him. “Please don’t kill me. My leader is Eun Tae Won.” “Who the hell is that?” asked Ji Won angrily. “What the hell does he have against me?” “He’s the godson of Mr. Eun, who’s one of the heirs of the Eun Hotel Empire and he came to get the inheritance back from you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to what the boy was saying. I never knew that Ji Won’s uncle had a god son. From what I had heard, JiWon’s uncle had passed away 2 months ago and he had a heir. The heir is the leader of Black Dragon, I figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That bastard,” said Ji Won. “He’s dead and he still has someone after me.” When Ji Won wasn’t looking, the Black Dragon boy had pulled out a knife, ready to stab Ji Won. I didn’t have time to think so I reacted instantly. I shot the boy. He fell back in pain but managed to get up and run away.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at me surprised. He gave me a smile. “Good job, Min Sung,” he said walking over to me and patted me on the back. I was appalled at what I had done. I couldn’t answer him so I just handed him back the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Jae Jin and Jae Duc came back to us. “Got them all hyung,” said Jae Jin smiling as he did fancy handwork with his gun.&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” said Ji Won. “Min Sung here just saved my life. I knew it was a good idea to bring him along.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really?” asked Jae Duc. “Nice work kid.” Then he punched me lightly on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;When we made it back to the hotel, I ran into my room using my respirator and swallowed a pill. Afterwards, I took a shower. I felt so dirty because what I had done. I knew this was going to be only one of the many dirty work I would have to do to stay with Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 26 **********&lt;br /&gt;A few months later…&lt;br /&gt;During this time, since I saved Ji Won’s life, he began to trust me more and confided in me with everything. I was like his new best friend. SechsKies continued traveling to many places and recruited new members. More war between SechsKies and Black Dragons broke out. Many businesses were shut down and more members were killed from both sides. All the blood shed and fighting was getting to me but I held on. All the members of SechsKies accepted me but sometimes I overhear them whisper that I’m gay. I didn’t care as long as I had Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 30, 1999&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after many days of hard work, SechsKies finally got a dayof rest. The leaders always hang out together but Ji Won always included me. We were at this fancy restaurant and were all having a good time. Jae Duc was telling us funny jokes. He stopped in the middle of a joke as he saw the Black Dragon leaders enter the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension was felt by everyone. The Black Dragons sat down across from us. Ji Won and Tae Won were giving each other glares. Underneath the tables, we pulled out our guns. I knew the Black Dragons were doing the same. We didn’t know which side fired the first shot but before we knew it, bullets were flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won covered me as we ran out of the restaurant safely. We met up with the other 5 Kies in a dark alley. The Black Dragons were still chasing us.&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it hyung! What should we do?” asked Jae Jin.&lt;br /&gt;“Kill them all!” shouted Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are too many,” Ji Yong shouted back. “Let’s just hide out in this motel.” We all ran and hid in this cheap motel’s restaurant. The Black Dragons lost us and continued searching.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t believe this!” said Ji Won furiously. “I, Matthew Eun, of SechsKies have to hide down here in this *bleep*roach motel like I’m a dog or something!”&lt;br /&gt;“Calm down,” I said to him gently, patting his back. “It’s not so bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah hyung,” said Sung Hoon. “It’s only for one night. Besides, we’ll make them pay for this.”&lt;br /&gt;All of us looked around. There was only one bed. I could tell none of us wanted the floor because it was disgusting and reeked of something. “I ain’t taking the floor!” all of us shouted in unison.&lt;br /&gt;“There’s only one bed though,” said Su Won.&lt;br /&gt;“Look on the bright side,” said Jae Duc as he laid out the sheets on the bed. “At least it’s king size.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head. “It’ll be tight but we’ll all have to try and fit in.”&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was Jae Jin, Jae Duc, Ji Won, me, Sung Hoon, Ji Yong, and Su Won laying down side by side uncomfortably on the bed. We werelaying down one by one and the others looked at me strangely as I ran to be the next person who laid near Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;Soon everyone fell asleep except me. I made sure everyone was asleep before I made my move. I bent over to kiss Ji Won lightly on the lips. Then I laid my head down on his chest to hear his heart beat. I sighed contentedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I felt Ji Won’s leg twitch. Oh no. I knew what he was about to do. His 360. I placed my entire body on top of his because I didn’t want to get kicked. As Ji Won did his 360, he kicked everyone except me off the bed. As always when Ji Won was done, he had a huge smile on his face. Then he held onto me tightly. I was overwhelmed with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;The others must have been exhausted because none of them woke up except Jae Duc. He opened his eyes sleepily and said, “Huh?” “You’re dreaming,” I whispered to him. He nodded his head and went back to sleep. Soon I drifted off to sleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 27 **********&lt;br /&gt;Next Morning…&lt;br /&gt;May 1, 1999&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began to stir. He woke up finding Min Sung holding onto him tightly. Ji Won widened his eyes and gently unraveled Min Sung’s arms and legs off of him. The guys already called Min Sung gay and he didn’t want them to think he’s gay too. He sat up and saw 5 of the SechsKies leaders laying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sung Hoon began to wake up. He sat up and looked around. “Gross! How the hell did I end up down here?” Ji Won shrugged his shoulders. Then Jae Duc woke up. “Damn, my butt hurts. It feels like someone kicked it last night.” Then one by one everyone woke up. “P.U.!,” yelled Jae Jin. “This floor stinks!” Everyone started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry you guys,” said Ji Won laughing. “I must have done a 360 and kicked you all off.”&lt;br /&gt;“How come you didn’t fall off Min Sung?” asked Ji Yong.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, oh, I thought. “I did,” I answered him. “But I got back up and went to sleep on the bed again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really?” asked Su Won. “I didn’t even know. I just went right on sleeping.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began to study Min Sung. It was weird but somehow Ji Won had a feeling that Min Sung knew he does a 360 in his sleep. ‘But that’s impossible,’ he thought to himself. ‘Only Mina knows that and why didn’t Min Sung say anything about me kicking him?’ Ji Won didn’t know what was going on with Min Sung but he knew he had to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got up and ready to leave the room. The coast seemed clear so we walked out unarmed. Big mistake. There was a n ambush waiting for us. “Disperse!” yelled Ji Won and we all ran our separate ways. Black Dragons chased after each one of us. I lost the Black Dragon member that was chasing me but I didn’t want to go back the hotel room without Ji Won so I turned back to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found Ji Won, he was backed up against the wall by a Black Dragon. It was the leader, Tae Won. He was telling Ji Won to bow down and beg for mercy but Ji Won ended up spitting in his face. Tae Won got angry and pulled the knife back to stab Ji Won in his throat. I ran as fast as I could and knocked Tae Won down. He dropped the knife and fell to the floor with me. As he fell, he used the handled of the knife to knock Ji Won unconscious. Tae Won got up glaring at me.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you know who you’re messing with?” he asked me angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him back unflinching. “I’ll make you pay for hurting Ji Won.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh you must be the gay SechsKies member I’ve heard so much about,” said Tae Won laughing. “You’re afraid your *bleep* leader would die leaving you alone?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me really angry. I didn’t care that he called me gay but calling Ji Won a *bleep* ticked me off. Since he was distracted, I grabbed the hand he was holding the sword with, and made him stab himself. He cried out in shock and pain. He pulled knife out of him. Tae Won pushed me away and cuts me in the knee with his knife. I fell down and saw him raise theknife above my head. I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly a voice screamed out, “Gang Rape!”&lt;br /&gt;It made Tae Won run off. I looked over to see who it was. It was Kyung Hee screaming for the cops. I saw her looking at me sighing and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;“Kyung Hee!” I screamed for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee looked at me strangely as she approached me. “Do I know you?”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head and motioned for her to come near me. When she did, I whispered in her ear, “It’s me, Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;“Mina? But you’re a guy!” she yelled back at me.&lt;br /&gt;“Look at me closely.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she did, her eyes widened as she grabbed a hold of me. “Mina, it is you!” I turned her back to face me. “Please help me bring Ji Won back to the hotel.” Kyung Hee made a face of disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing with the SechsKies leader and why are you dressed like a guy?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll explain later,” I told her. We both put Ji Won’s arms around us as we carried him back. Along the way we found Sung Hoon unconscious on the ground, bleeding. I set Ji Won down gently and lifted Sung Hoon up. “Sung Hoon!” I said, shaking him. He was hurt badly. “Kyung Hee, please do me a favor. You carry Sung Hoon while I carry Ji Won.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee looked at me reluctantly but then nodded. I lifted Ji Won onto my back and carried him back to the Nam Hotel. My leg was still bleeding from the cut and I was limping. “Mina, can you carry him?” Kyung Hee asked me, concerned. “I’ll be fine,” I answered her as we made it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 28 **********&lt;br /&gt;I took Ji Won back to his room while Kyung Hee took Sung Hoon back to his. I washed Ji Won’s cuts and nursed his wounds. When he was bandaged, I sat down on the chair next to his bed.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. One of my attacks is coming on and I didn’t have my respirator with me. My heart was aching so painfully that I was gasping in pain. But then I remembered Ji Won had a respirator. I searched his pockets and sure enough, there it was. I started pumping it quickly and air entered my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision cleared and I began to breathe easier. Then I put it back into his pocket. My touch made Ji Won stir. He began to wake up. He looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;“Min Sung?” he asked weakly.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head. “Yes, it’s me hyung.” Ji Won lifted himself up. “Where am I?”&lt;br /&gt;“We’re back at our hotel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” Ji Won said as he looked at my leg. “What happened to your knee?”&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at it. It was bleeding through my pants. “It’s nothing hyung. I’ll be okay in a few days.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did Tae Won do this to you?”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won pounded his fist on his desk. “Damn him! I’ll get him back.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay hyung,” I said calming him down.&lt;br /&gt;“By the way,” he asked me suddenly, “how did you end up finding me? Weren’t you supposed to come back here by yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His question hit me by surprise. I answered him truthfully. “I came back to look for you because I was worried you might be in danger.” I saw Ji Won look at me awkwardly and inched himself away from me. He thinks I’m gay, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, thanks for coming back to save me then,” Ji Won said to Min Sung awkwardly. Min Sung nodded and left his room. Ji Won lets out a sigh. He loved Min Sung as a friend and definitely nothing more. He didn’t want Min Sung to have any thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively Ji Won reached into his pocket to check to see if his respirator was still there. It was but it was different. Ji Won stared at it with wide eyes. His once filled respirator was now only half full with air. Someone had been using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 29 **********&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening Ji Won posted a note on my door telling me to meet him. It was 8 p.m. and I knocked the door to his room. “Come in,” said Ji Won. I entered his room, not knowing what he was going to say. “Follow me,” he ordered. He left the room and I followed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me to the beach that was near our hotel. Then he walked over to a spot where there were two rocks side by side. I caught my breath. This looks exactly like our spot in Hawaii, I thought. “Come here and sit next to me, Min Sung,” said Ji Won to me, patting the rock next to him. I sat down near him and closed my eyes as I breathed in the salty sea air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began to study Min Sung. ‘He looks like Mina in a way,’ he thought. ‘Could he be Mina in another form?’ Ji Won didn’t believe in reincarnation but Min Sung was too much like Mina for him. He wanted to see if somehow Min Sung was Mina so he had to test him. “Min Sung, you want to hear a story?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure,” said Min Sung eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won smiled as he told his story. “There once was this rich boy who came from a messed up family. He had no friends at all. Then one day he met this little girl who became his friend. She was really nice to him, unlike his family, so he began to adopt her as his dongsang.” Ji Won paused right there to see Min Sung’s reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smile faded when Ji Won began his story. He was talking about our life in Hawaii. Then I figured out he was testing me. The respirator, I thought. I must have drained it when I was using it so now he suspects me. I steadied myself and tried my best to give no reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at Min Sung, who appeared to have no reaction to the story. “Well what do you think?” Ji Won asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a cute story, hyung,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. Ji Won continued. “Do you know why he took extra care of his dongsang?” Min Sung shook his head no. “It’s because she has this heart problem and needed this respirator to breathe.” He took out the respirator from his pocket and showed it to Min Sung. Again no reaction.&lt;br /&gt;“Poor girl,” said Min Sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, poor girl,” said Ji Won sadly. “She died a few years later.”&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Ji Won sadly. I knew Ji Won felt bad because of my death but since I’m no one special to him, it wouldn’t matter if he knew the truth that Mina was still alive and with him right now. Then Ji Won took out a stone and handed me one. I rubbed the white marble stone for a while. “Throw it,” he told me. I shook my head no. To me it was like a present so I didn’t throw it but just kept it in my pocket. Ji Won threw his into the ocean. It skipped 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;“Perfect,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why is it perfect?” I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;This time I wished he would tell me the significance of the 3-skip. “When the stone skips 3 times, it means 3 words. I love you.” I looked at Ji Won in an overwhelming joy. Did Ji Won love me? He had thrown the rock and it skipped 3 times many times before. “So did the rich boy ever really loved his dongsang?” I asked Ji Won. Ji Won looked at me. “Of course he does. He has a lot of brotherly love for her.” “Oh,” I whispered softly. My heart began to ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ji Won continued staring at the ocean, I began to walk home with a heavy heart. Ji Won began to shake his head. ‘Mina’s dead already so why am I denying that I love her?’ he thought to himself as he stared out to the ocean. “Actually, Min Sung, the rich boy loved his dongsang the first day he met her but he’s such a weak person. He never could admit his feelings for her and just waited for her to say that she loves him first.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won turned around and saw that Min Sung had left. ‘Oh well,’ he thought as he headed back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 30 **********&lt;br /&gt;*Since some of you wanted to hear more about Sung Hoon and Kyung Hee, this chapter is a little side story.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon woke up aching. He realized he was back at the Nam Hotel and in his room. “How did I make it back here?” he asked himself. Then he realized he was wearing nothing but his boxers. His bathroom door suddenly opened and out came Kyung Hee. “Hey!” he shouted as he pulled a blanket over to cover himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee rolled her eyes. “It’s too late for that. I’ve seen it all already,” she told him as she yanked the blanket away.&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon crossed his arms over his chest. “So you took advantage of me in my weak state?”&lt;br /&gt;“So what if I did?” she snapped at him.&lt;br /&gt;“That means you have to marry me and support me while I give birth to your child.” Kyung Hee could’t help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon smiled at her. ‘I guess he isn’t so bad,’ she thought. “You know,” said Sung Hoon quietly. “You didn’t have to diss me like that when you said you’ll go out with me.” Kyung Hee looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I had to! You were such an arrogant jerk and you wouldn’t leave me alone.”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe it’s because I like you too much to leave you alone,” he replied back.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee blushed a little and decided to change the subject. “Give me your arm,” she said to him. Sung Hoon’s right arm was bleeding and Kyung Hee began to wash the cut.&lt;br /&gt;“Ow!” he yelled in pain, pulling his arm back. “That hurts.”&lt;br /&gt;“Does it?” Kyung Hee asked him, concerned. “I’m sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaned over to blow on his cut. Sung Hoon stared at her the entire time. He felt warm and shy being around her. He never felt this way for a girl before. She was nice to him and not dissing him like she usually does. He really liked that feeling. Kyung Hee gently placed his arm into a cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There,” she said. “All better.”&lt;br /&gt;“You know,” said Sung Hoon softly. “Everyone says kisses make boo-boos feel better and go away.”&lt;br /&gt;When Kyung Hee was nursing Sung Hoon, she developed a liking for him and his nice body was a good addition. “Really?” she asked skeptically. “I don’t believe you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t you test it out then?” he challenged her smiling.&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe I will,” she said, flirting back. “Where does it hurt?”&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon pointed to his knee. Kyung Hee kissed it. Then he pointed to his hand. She kissed it too. Slowly he pointed to his forehead, which she also kissed. He worked his way down to his nose. Kyung Hee couldn’t help but laugh as she kissed his nose lightly. Sung Hoon’s nose was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he pointed to his lips. Kyung Hee was about to kiss it lightly but then Sung Hoon held onto her tightly to deepen the kiss. Kyung Hee felt drawn to him so she didn’t push him away. He turned her over so she laid down on his bed, with him on top of her. His hand went under the back of her shirt and he stopped there. Kyung Hee continued kissing him and ran her fingers through his hair. Since she wasn’t stopping him, he was about to continue when…&lt;br /&gt;*knock knock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m going to kill that person,’ thought Sung Hoon as he broke off the kiss. “Yeah? What is it?” he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Matthew wants all of us to go down to the dining room for a meeting,” said Ji Yong.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, I’ll be there in 5 minutes!” Sung Hoon yelled back. When he heard footsteps of Ji Yong leaving, he kissed Kyung Hee once more. “Sorry honey, I have to go but I’ll be right back.” Kyung Hee nodded and helped him into his clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-8871617974057405738?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8871617974057405738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=8871617974057405738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8871617974057405738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8871617974057405738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-love-stories-what-lovelove-worth_14.html' title='Long Love Stories: &quot;What loveLove Worth You Did For&quot; *Part 23 - 30*'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-5047248618379869094</id><published>2007-09-10T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:01:41.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Love Stories: "What loveLove Worth You Did For" *Part 19 - 22*</title><content type='html'>********** PART 19 **********&lt;br /&gt;“What are you looking at?” asked Kyung Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Whew. I let out a sigh of relief. “They’re here,” I whispered to her.&lt;br /&gt;“Who?” she asked, looking over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;“SechsKies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. So you want to go serve them?” I shook my head ‘no’ quickly. Kyung Hee laughed. “Okay. Don’t get so worked up, Mina. I’ll do it.” She took a waitress pad and headed over to their table. I remained in the corner watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, my name is Kyung Hee and I’ll be your waitress today. May I take your order?”&lt;br /&gt;All the SechsKies members looked up to the pretty, young girl who just approached them. Instantly Sung Hoon made the 2 girls on his lap move. He looked up at Kyung Hee, giving her his best smile. “I don’t know what I want for dinner, but you want to be my dessert?” The other 5 Kies members laughed while Kyung Hee rolled her eyes. “That’s so cute. Must have took you all day to think up that one huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh,” shouted Ji Yong. “This one has a mouth.”&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon just smiled. “Feisty. I like it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he pinched Kyung Hee’s side playfully. She moved away, glaring. “Hey don’t touch me!”&lt;br /&gt;“Come on babe. Go out with me. I’ll show you a good time.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hell no!” Kyung Hee shouted back in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ji Won stood up. “Don’t talk to my friend like that,” he said in a low threatening voice. “Or else I’ll have you fired.” Ji Won’s glare made Kyung Hee move back a little bit but she answered back anyways. “You can’t fire me! I quit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She handed Jae Jin her apron and pad and stomped over to me in the dark corner. “Stupid, lousy jerks,” she whispered to me. “I know,” I whispered back, patting her shoulder. Suddenly, I caught Ji Won staring at me. I didn’t know what to say or do so I just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 20 **********&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at the girl who was talking to Kyung Hee. ‘She looks like Mina,’ he thought. ‘But can’t be.’&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung,” said Sung Hoon. “What are you looking at?”&lt;br /&gt;“Her,” said Ji Won, pointing in Kyung Hee’s and Mina’s direction.&lt;br /&gt;“You like my waitress too?” asked Sung Hoon, pouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” said Ji Won, shaking his head. “Her friend. Doesn’t she look like Mina?”&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon glanced at the person Ji Won was pointing to and watched her walk away. “No...” said Sung Hoon slowly. “That girl’s hair is much longer and Mina has a nicer body. That chick looks like a stick.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won *bleep*ed an eyebrow at Sung Hoon. “How do you know Mina have a nice body?” Sung Hoon’s eyes widened. “I dunno… just guessing. Ji Yong’s calling me. I’ll go see what he wants,” Sung Hoon said quickly and ran over to Ji Yong right away. Ji Won began to chase the girlwho just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some footsteps following behind me. I quickly turned a corner and entered my room.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won ran after her as fast as he could. He saw the girl turn a corner and he continued chasing her. He saw a figure up ahead and he grabbed her by the shoulder. When the girl turned around, she had a surprised expression on her face.&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at the strange girl. She looked nothing like Mina. “Wrong person.” The girl walked way. Ji Won sighed. ‘Maybe it’s cause I miss Mina so much that I’m beginning to see her.’ He began to walk back to the lobby, disappointedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my hotel room, I was watching Ji Won with the little hole in the door. I saw him pat a girl and then walk away with him head bowed down. I went over and sat down on my bed. I let out a sigh. Ji Won doesn’t miss me. He has too many girls with him already. He probably forgot who I am by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears fell down my face and I didn’t even realize it. I quickly wiped them away. I wanted to tell myself that I hate Ji Won but I couldn’t because then I’d just be lying. There was only one thing left for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front of my bathroom mirror. I can’t be with Ji Won as Mina, but I wanted to be by his side to watch over him. I thought about it for a while and remembered they were recruiting new members for Black Kies. I looked at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…if my hair is short and put into a cap, I wear sunglasses more, darken my skin with make-up, and lower my voice…I can pass for a guy.&lt;br /&gt;So I did it. Within an hour, I had transformed myself into a guy. I checked myself over. As a guy, I didn’t look too bad. I smoothed out my new short hair and tucked it into a cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys wear earrings too so I didn’t have to worry about my earring holes. I wore a couple of T-shirts under my flannel and 2 pairs of boxers under my baggy jeans so I would fill out more and wouldn’t look so scrawny. I checked my make-up, making sure I waswell-covered. I put my sunglasses on. Perfect, I thought. Now all I have to do is have to pass the test to join the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 21 **********&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won walked down the aisle looking at the 5 new candidates. He nod his head as he studied them. “Pretty good,” he said to them. “Alright,” he clapped his hands for attention. “All of you know how it’s done. Jae Jin and Jae Duc will jump each of you in. If you’re still standing after 5 minutes, then welcome to SechsKies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 of the 5 guys lasted when Jae Jin and Jae Duc were done beating them up. “Okay,” said Sung Hoon. The two newest members to join is-“ “Wait!” shouted a voice, interrupting Sung Hoon. Everyone looked over to see who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at the young boy who was walking towards them. ‘What the hell? Damn! This kid looks like Mina!’ he thought. ‘I must be losing it. How come I keep seeing her today?’ Sung Hoon looked at the new boy curiously. “Yes? What do you want little man?”&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Sung Hoon. Gosh he developed an attitude, I thought. I took a deep breath. This is it. “I want to join SechsKies.” A guy I recognized as Jang Su Won busted out laughing. He placed his hand on top of my head. “You? How old are you boy? 15? !6? And how tall are you now? 5’?”&lt;br /&gt;I moved his hand for him. “No. I’m 18 and I’m not 5’, I’m 5’3.” That made all the other members laugh, except Ji Won. I looked at him curiously and realized he was checking me out. Oh no, I thought. Please don’t recognize me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won held up his hand for the others to stop laughing. “Hey, if he wants a chance, then we’ll give it to him.” Then he turned to face me. I felt my heart thumping loud and prayed he couldn’t hear it. He placed his hand on my shoulder. Dang, he smells good, I thought as I tried to suppress a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look kid,” said Ji Won to me. “You have to be jumped in to join. These 2 guys (pointing to Jae Jin and Jae Duc) will kick the crap out ofyou for 5 minutes. If you’restill standing, you’re in.”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head. I knew I had to last because I’m doing it all for Ji Won. I stood there as Jae Duc and Jae Jin began to hit me. Jae Jin threw the first punch and it gave me instant pain. He’s even stronger than my stepmom, I thought. Jae Duc kicked me and I was knocked to the ground but I kept pulling myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at the helpless boy who was struggling to stand up. He doesn’t understand why but when he looks at the boy, images of Mina replaced him. Right now in his eyes, it looked like it was Mina being beaten up by Jae Jin and Jae Duc. He couldn’t help it. “Stay down!” he yelled to the boy. Everyone stared at Ji Won. Both Jae Jin and Jae Duc stopped hitting the boy because they were surprised Ji Won was being nice out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Ji Won yelling for me to stay down. My ears listened but my legs wouldn’t. I refused to stay down. No matter how many times they hit me or how hard, I managed to get up. Finally 5 minutes was over and I was still standing. “Am I in?” I asked in a weak voice. I saw Ji Won staring at me with a surprised expression. “Yes, you’re in.” he said patting my shoulder. I smiled and fainted into his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won held the boy, surprised. He realized the boy had fainted. Usually he would have let go if someone fainted on him, but this time he held on tight. The other 5 Kies members looked and the 2 new recruits looked at Ji Won with queeried eyes. “Uh, hyung,” said Sung Hoon, as he patted Ji Won on the shoulder. “What?” asked Ji Won, as he continued holding the boy.&lt;br /&gt;“What should we do about the new recruits?”&lt;br /&gt;“Give them instructions and show them to their rooms. We’ll have a meeting tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all left but once in a while, they all would glance back looking at Ji Won, who was carrying the boy in the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** Part 22 **********&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I began to regain my consciousness and I woke up. I looked around and realized I was in the biggest room in the Nam Hotel. The Presidential Suite. “What am I doing in here?” I asked myself. Then suddenly the chair in front of me spun around. Ji Won was sitting in it. I stared at him with wide eyes. I started to panic because I was all alone with him in the room. Ji Won gave me a sideways glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You okay?” he asked. I nodded my head. Ji Won got up out of his seat and walked towards me. He sat down on the bed next to me and looked at me straight in the eyes. “So what’s your name?” he asked. “Mi-“ I began but instantly cut myself off. ‘Stupid, I thought to myself. You almost said your real name!’ I saw Ji Won’s eyes grow wide.&lt;br /&gt;“What did you say your name was?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Min-Sung,” I answered him quickly.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” he said and backed away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stood up and walked towards the window, looking outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew the new recruit was a boy but somewhere inside him wished MS would say his name was Mina. He let out a sigh. “There’s a meeting tomorrow. Be there okay?” I looked at Ji Won with his back facing me. It had only been 2 years but I felt as though I couldn’t read what was going on in his mind anymore. I let out a sigh myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won, where do we meet later tomorrow?” The call of his real name made Ji Won suddenly look up. He ran over to where Min Sung was sitting and grabbed him by his shoulders. “How do you know my real Korean name? No one knows me by that. Everyone calls me Matthew.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I thought. I had completely forgotten that Ji Won had change his name to Matthew but I thought fast. “I didn’t know your name as Ji Won. All I said was, ‘Gee, wanna go out later tomorrow?’” I felt Ji Won’s grip on me loosen. He had bought the story. When he wasn't looking, I let out a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m losing it,’ thought Ji Won. “We’ll meet in the main dining room tomorrow,” Ji Won told Min Sung. He nodded his head and left. Ji Won walked out to the balcony and looked up at the sky. “I love you Mina, that’s why it hurts so much that you’re not here.” But the real Mina had left before she could have heard those words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-5047248618379869094?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5047248618379869094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=5047248618379869094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5047248618379869094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5047248618379869094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-love-stories-what-lovelove-worth_10.html' title='Long Love Stories: &quot;What loveLove Worth You Did For&quot; *Part 19 - 22*'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-4659249555535271023</id><published>2007-09-03T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:41:03.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Love Stories: "What loveLove Worth You Did For" *Part 16 - 18*</title><content type='html'>********** PART 16 **********&lt;br /&gt;[Seoul, Korea]&lt;br /&gt;July 26, 1997&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won traced the ‘M’scar on his back. ‘Damn,’ he thought. ‘I miss Mina so much.’ He sent out one of his men to retrieve news about her and if they could, get her here to him in Korea. Ji Won had it all. Money and power. The only thing that was missing was Mina. So much had happened to Ji Won as he remembered back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won and Sung Hoon made it to Seoul, Korea. With Ji Won’s leadership skills and Sung Hoon’s smooth talking, they end up getting a lot of businesses and putting others of out business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money was not enough for Ji Won. He needed power so he created Sechs Kies, where he was the leader and Sung Hoon was his 2nd-in command. He and Sung Hoon managed to eliminate the group Quiksilver on their own and gained the respect and loyalty of the two members Kim Jae Duc and Lee Jae Jin. Along the way, they found Ko Ji Yong and Jang Su Won wandering the streets. Ji Yong proved to be a genius and Su Won was handy in finding information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won knew they were enough. They had hundreds of men under them but Sechskies were the main leaders with Ji Won as the head. They committed a lot of crimes but no evidence was ever found to convict them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then there was a knock on his door, interrupting his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;“Come in,” said Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Su Won came in. “I have news for you, boss,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;“Well what is it? What did you find out about Mina?” Ji Won asked.&lt;br /&gt;Sun Won looked down and hesitated to reply. “I’m afraid it’s bad news.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words made Ji Won panic. “Jang Su Won, you answer me now!” yelled Ji Won with rage.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won’s yell scared Su Won so he blurted it out. “Mina Nam is dead. She drowned while she was swimming in the ocean. Her body has not been found and is still missing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won fell back in his seat in shock. ‘Mina’s dead? No, anyone but Mina,’ he thought. Su Won knew it was a good time to leave so he left Ji Won in his office. “Mina!” Ji Won screamed out of his window in pain. His cries echoedthroughout the city of Seoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 17 **********&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it to Chejudo, Korea. I didn’t know where to look for Ji Won so anywhere was fine. I was never a lucky person. I couldn’t find any signs of Ji Won there so I traveled to Inchun City. My search for Ji Won continued for another year. During that time I had traveled to many cities like Guam, Pusan, etc. It must have been a gift from God because one day my search was over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 21, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just finish my overtime shift at the Nam Hotel. It was pretty ironic because my whole family spent their lives working for hotels and here is the biggest one in all of Seoul with our family name. I went into the worker’s lounge to take a break and pour myself some tea. I sat down and read the headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sechskies are to open a conference broadcasting live on Channel 6 today’&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes. Not them again. They were the notorious mafia lead by Matthew Eun. I shuddered. I can’t believe the leader has the same last name as my beloved Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually 6kies was composed of 6 leaders. They committed a lot of crimes and were always challenging the authorities. They had a lot of power and no one could take their pictures without their consent but a lot of people know what they look like. I didn’t care. I was too busy looking for Ji Won to notice them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A worker with me named So Kyung Hee came in. “Hey,” she said, patting me lightly on the knee. “On break?” I took a sip and nodded. “Me too,” she said smiling. I smiled back at her. Kyung Hee was actually one of the nicest people at the hotel. Most of them were cold and just worried about how much tips they can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee picked up the TV remote and turned to Channel 6. “Hey Mina, there’s supposed to be showing 6kies today. Wonder what they look like.” I nodded and watched with her. When the clock struck 9, I felt my heart had stopped and it was not from my heart failure either. I stared at the face that was giving a *bleep*y smile to the camera. Ji Won. Slowly the camera pulled out revealing the other 5 members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognized Sung Hoon. He and Ji Won looked completely different but I still recognized them. Ji Won had his hair dyed completely blonde while Sung Hoon’s was streaked. Kyung Hee and I watched them in silence as they began to talk. Ji Won and the others introduced themselves. Then the camera showed directly at Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most people he would look like an evil gang leader but in my eyes he was a beautiful angel. If it was ever possible, Ji Won was even finer than before.&lt;br /&gt;“Mina, are you okay?” asked Kyung Hee, as she waved a hand in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?” I asked looking at her. “Oh, I’m fine. Just listening to what they have to say.”&lt;br /&gt;I pointed to Ji Won on the screen. “Who is he?”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s Matthew Eun,” she answered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at Ji Won some more. He had change his name and so did Sung Hoon. No wonder I couldn’t find them.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee caught me staring so she smiled at me. “The leader is cute huh?”&lt;br /&gt;I blushed. “Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Too bad in real life he’s such a jerk.”&lt;br /&gt;“He is not!” I yelled at her.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung Hee scooted her seat back in shock. I apologized right away. “Sorry Kyung Hee, I didn’t mean to yell at you.” She had a confused look on her face but she said, “Uh, it’s okay Mina.” I pulled a finger to my lips. “Shh…let’s listen to what they have to say…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won began talking. “This is Sechkies speaking to all you losers out there watching us. We just want to say that we’re open to hire new ‘employees’. We usually travel around to our many hotels but you’ll find us if you have the right connections. Also a word to the police of Korea. Why are you picking on us?, “ Ji Won asked sarcastically. “We’re good, law-abiding citizens.” Ji Won folded his hands together and gave a little bow. Then all of the Sechskies leaders started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my gosh! Look at him!” yelled Kyung Hee and pointed to Sung Hoon on the T.V. screen. “Look at that stupid smile and that perverted laugh. Kekeke…” Kyung Hee made a poor impression of Sung Hoon’s laugh and it made me laugh. Geez, I thought. Sung Hoon would kill her if he knew she made fun of his trademark smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ended a little too soon for me but Ji Won did say he was visiting many hotels and mine is the biggest one. He has to come here. I went back to work and waited for him to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 18 **********&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won entered the main doors of the Nam Hotel and headed towards the lobby. He let out a sigh. Being in a hotel brought back to him a lot of memories. He remembered how he would take Mina to the hotels to trash it or slide down the long stairway banisters. But those carefree days are over. His only love had died and he no longer has the heart to love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the news of Mina’s death, Ji Won began to develop a passion for anything he thinks is related to her. Things like her hairbrush, the same type of lipgloss she uses, her little respirator, etc. There are times when he had to give her mouth to mouth if the respirator wasn’t around. Ji Won smiled remembering that she had told him that he was her first kiss. Mina never went out with any guys so it made him really happy but he also found it very strange. He didn’t want to give her any ideas about dating other guys so he never asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won had changed his name to Matthew. It’s to symbolize that Ji Won died with Mina and Matthew replaced him. He chose the name Matthew because of Mina’s initial ‘M’ and if anyone asks, the ‘M’ stands for Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon wanted to changed his name to Ricky but Ji Won wouldn’t let him. Ji Won only allowed him to change it if it had the letter ‘M’ so Sung Hoon ended up changing it to Mickey instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey hyung! Over here!” shouted Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;JiWon looked over at his five friends. He walked over to them and was surprised at what he saw. “What the hell is this?” he asked angrily. Every single one of them had a girl in each arm. “What do you guys think you’re doing?” he asked as he strode over to them.&lt;br /&gt;“Come on hyung,” said Jae Duc. “Lighten up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Jae Jin. “We worked hard all day and now let’s have a little fun.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes and then he saw two girls wrap their arms around him. He smiled. “Yeah, I guess.” “Alright!” they all shouted. They like it when Ji Won is in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where I was standing, I felt as though someone had stabbed me with a knife. Ji Won looked so happy with those 2 girls sitting on both sides of his lap. I stared at my reflection in the hotel mirror. Big, glassy eyes, pale skin, and waist-length black hair. I looked kind of like a ghost. Not much to look at, I thought sighing sadly. 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I returned his smile and held onto his hand tighter. “Ji Won, what’s wrong?” Ji Won avoided my eyes. “Nothing.” I turned his chin to face me. “Come on, you know you can tell me.” He nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s my dad and this stupid feud he has with my uncle. They’re fighting over who will get the larger part in my grandpa’s will.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…” I said softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t it stupid?” he asked laughing. “My grandpa’s not even dead yet!”&lt;br /&gt;I understood what was bothering him. So I didn’t say anything because I know he doesn’t want me to worry about it. He threwarock into the ocean and it skipped three times. “Perfect” he said. “Why is it perfect?” I asked. “Age ain’t nothing but a number right?” he asked me, changing the subject. I thought about it for a while and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since I’m older than you by two years, that makes me your oppa,” Ji Won said to me.&lt;br /&gt;“Yup,” I answered, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won smiled back. “I love you….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my heart my heart filled with a bubble of love but then Ji Won continued talking..”as a dongsang.” My bubble bursted. This was not what I had expected him to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at Ji Won with wide eyes. I knew it was pretty forward of me but I had to ask. “Y…your….donsang?” I managed to stutter out. Ji Won looked back at me with his puppyish eyes and smiled. He nodded his head gently. Have I been reading all his signs wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what do you say?” he asked. “Want to be my dongsang?” Even though it was breaking my heart, I had no choice but to agree. I nodded. “Yes, I want to be your dongsang oppa.”&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won nodded and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small silver knife. I stared at him with wide eyes. “Ji Won, what are you going to do with that knife?” He asked, “Do you trust me Mina?” I nodded my head without hesitation. I trusted Ji Won with my whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at me. “Good. Lower the back of your shirt.” Ji Won pulled the back of my shirt down. Then he used that knife to cut me. “Ow!” I screamed in pain but he continued anyways. He carved a small ‘E’ onto my shoulder blade. My back was bleeding and he bandaged it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he handed the knife to me. “Here. Engrave your initial ‘M’ too cuz I don’t want to use the same last name as your mom.” My hand trembled as I held the knife. I didn’t want to hurt Ji Won. “Go ahead. Don’t worry, I can stand the pain.” I engraved an ‘M’ onto Ji Won’s back. I was surprised because he didn’t let a tear drop or cry out in pain. I bandaged him and he acted asifnothing had happen. When it was over, he held me close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held onto Ji Won tightly as if he was going to leave me. I know he only thinks of me as his little dongsang but it feels nice holding him like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ji Won held onto Mina, his smiling face instantly turned sad. He wanted to say ‘Mina, I love you as a girlfriend’ so she would be his forever but he couldn’t. He wasn’t the type to admit his feelings. So he figured the scarring was not an engravement of his brotherly love to Mina, but his promised symbol as a soulmate to her forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 13 **********&lt;br /&gt;Years had pass and I’m still with Ji Won. I didn’t think it was possible but I grew more and more in love with Ji Won everyday. We would do a lot of stuff together and we never had any fights. We argue, but it never came to the point where we would get really mad at each other and he usually let me have it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang Sung Hoon was Ji Won’s other friend and he hangs out with us a lot too. Sung Hoon is a little older than me and is really nice. He has this really cute smile that when he smiles, you can’t help but smile back. I called him ‘bang geul ee.’ His family life also isn’t good. His dad is a drunk and his mom had passed away when he was young. So usually it was the three of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home life is a lot better thanks to Ji Won. My stepmom didn’t dare to touch me anymore and it’s still the same between me and my dad. We don’t talk much. Ji Won’s parents like me a lot too. It’s because when they tell Ji Won to do something and he wouldn’t do it. They would come to me. I’m kind of like their pawn. Life was heaven for me until it completely shattered on day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out with good news but who would have known it would end up in tragedy?&lt;br /&gt;June 15, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystepmom and dad came home one day from visiting the Euns. “Guess what?” my stepmom told me excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I asked calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Euns are planning a wedding for you and Ji Won!”&lt;br /&gt;I sat down because my knees gave out. This news hit me with total surprise but I was so happy to hear it because I’m so in love with Ji Won. “Really?” I asked excitedly? “How did this happened?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Eun wanted Ji Won to get married and he figured you’re the girl he should marry.”&lt;br /&gt;“What did Ji Won say?” I had to ask. I didn’t want him to be forced into this.&lt;br /&gt;“Of course he agreed,” she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breathing increased so I took out my respirator. After I calmed down, my stepmom took me into her room and told me all about the arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile back at the Eun mansion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just because you’re making this wedding for me and Mina doesn’t mean I owe you anything!” Ji Won yelled angrily at his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Eun grabbed Ji Won by the collar of his shirt. “Ji Won! You listen to me. Once you and Mina get married, your grandpa will give you all of his businesses. Sharing part of it with your dad isn’t asking for much is it?” Ji Won pushed his dad away. He began to laugh. “The only two people grandpa will give the businesses to is me or uncle. He won’t give it to you because you’ll spend it all on those *bleep*s! I bet all your money is gone now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was true. Mr. Eun was in serious debt and he needed Ji Won to get married because Ji Won’s grandpa was going to give Ji Won his inheritance once he gets married. Ji Won had just turned 18 and his dad had planned the marriage months ahead. His dad got on his knees. “Please son. Please do it for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes. “You’re so pathetic dad.” He sighed. Living with Mina taught him compassion and sympathy for people. “I’ll see what I can do dad.” He went into his room. Just then his cellular phone rang. He picked it up, thinkingit wasMina. Using his sexy voice, he whispered, “Hi Mina.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird high-pitched giggle came from the other end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;“Ooh…”said the voice. “Hi to you too sexy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up Sung Hoon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using his real voice, Sung Hoon began to laugh out loud. “Gross hyung! That’s how you talk to Mina? Ew! It gives me the chills!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Sung Hoon,” said Ji Won seriously. “Is everything set and ready to go?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah hyung,” said Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” said Ji Won, smiling. “Meet me at the docks tonight. From there we can sail to the mainland airport and get away from Hawaii to start a new life in Korea.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Sung Hoon. “But did you tell Mina about it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” answered Ji Won, sighing. “I’m afraid she won’t leave her family. I’m planning to just kidnap her and take her along. It’s easier that way and no hassle.”&lt;br /&gt;“Right,” said Sung Hoon. “At least the three of us will still be together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” said Ji Won. “Meet you in an hour. Get everything ready. I got our money too.”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” replied Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye.” Ji Won clicked off his phone. Ji Won’s dad didn’t know it but his grandpa had given him $10 million in advance, along with hotel ownerships in Korea and Hawaii as his wedding gift. He planned to leave his dad $5 million and live off the rest with Mina and Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled thinking about how he would get away from everything and just be with the one he loved the most, Mina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 14 **********&lt;br /&gt;Back at home I was so excited I couldn’t sleep. I know I was still young to be thinking about marriage but I know Ji Won is the only guy for me. I held my teddy bear close as thoughts of Ji Won drifted me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was midnight now. Ji Won snuck out of his house quietly without making a noise. He carried his backpack full of money on his back. He planned to go to Mina’s house to grab her and leave. Then itwould be just him, Mina, and Sung Hoon leaving together. He was almost to Mina’s house when he realized that he was being followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his uncle’s men. They came to get rid of him. Ji Won was smart. He knew the streets too well. He made it through the alley and those men end up losing him. But when Ji Won reached Mina’s house, about 10 men had surrounded her house. They all saw him approaching. Ji Won began to ran as they chased him. He made it to the dock. He saw Sung Hoon on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;“Hyung! Hurry! The boat is leaving!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won threw his bag onto the boat first and made a high jump. He landed safely onto the boat. His uncle’s men couldn’t chase him anymore. Ji Won and Sung Hoon started cheering until Ji Won realized what was missing. Mina. He had left her. Ji Won fell to his knees.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?” asked Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mina! We left her! We have to go back!” yelled Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung Hoon opened his mouth in shock because he just realized it too. Then he shook his head sadly. “We can’t. If we go back, we’ll just get killed and we’ll be putting Mina’s life in danger too.” Ji Won moved away from Sung Hoon, knowing that the darkness will cover his face. And for the first time in his life, Ji Won cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-1107530154936338745?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1107530154936338745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=1107530154936338745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/1107530154936338745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/1107530154936338745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-love-stories-what-lovelove-worth_27.html' title='Long Love Stories: &quot;What loveLove Worth You Did For&quot; *Part 13 - 15*'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-8485954257950775344</id><published>2007-08-21T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:14:11.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Love Stories: "What loveLove Worth You Did For" *Part 10 - 12*</title><content type='html'>********** PART 10 **********&lt;br /&gt;All three of us came downstairs together. Ji Won had to help me down because my legs were too weak to support me. Ji Won helped me sit on the couch and he faced the strange man before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Eun glared at Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi dad,” said Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where the hell have you been Ji Won?” shouted Mr. Eun.&lt;br /&gt;My family just watched them yell at each other. Ji Won shrugged his shoulders. “Around.” It made Mr. Eun really mad but he never hits Ji Won. He continued yelling. Ji Won didn’t really listen and after a while he cut his dad off. “Look dad, shut up about it already and we’ll talk about it at home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Dang,’ I thought. ‘I could never talk to my parents like that.’ Mr. Eun shuts up. “Okay son, we’ll talk about it at home.” Then Ji Won gestured his hand at my entire family. “The Nams were nice enough to let me stay at their house. You owe them dad.” Mr. Eun nodded. “Fine. Joon and Young A, you two just got a raise.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom got so excited. “Thank you Mr. Eun!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on Ji Won,” said Mr. Eun. “Let’s go home. And have that talk.” Ji Won brushed his dad’s hand ff his shoulder. “Later dad. I’ll be home in an hour.” His father glared at him. Ji Won glared back. “I said one hour.” Mr. Eun knew Ji Won was stubborn. So he agreed. “Fine then. One hour.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mr. Eun left Ji Won talked to my parents. “Listen here,” he said as he sat down next to me. “I can get you hired and fired just like that.” And he snapped his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;“We know, we know,” said my stepmom sweetly, pouring Ji Won some tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won didn’t drink it. “All I want is for you two to not touch Mina anymore. If I see another bruise on her, you knowthe consequences. Ji Won held my hand the entire time he spoke with my parents. I felt a strange warmth going through me and I knew that right then and there that I was falling in love with Eun Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad remained quiet while my stepmother talked. “Of course Ji Won.”&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes. “Okay, and I’ll make sure you keep your promise.” Then Ji Won turned to face me. “Come on, let’s go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I asked confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go to my house with me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go go!” said my stepmom pushing me towards Ji Won. “Have fun kids and stay out as long as you like.” I knew my stepmom was really ticked off but she was playing it off pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 11 **********&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won continued holding my hand and never once did he let it go. The walk to his house took us 15 minutes and I was enjoying every minute of it. When we reached his house, Ji Won let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mina,” he said softly. “Just stay quiet and let me do the talking okay?” I nodded my head and we entered his house. His house was huge! I felt as though I’m a peasant walking through a castle. He even had a few maids and butlers who attended us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won led me to his room. It was nice and clean but there were a lot of holes all around his walls. I sat down on his bed as he went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When he was done, he came out and sat next to me, holding my hand. I really am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won, how come your walls have a lot of holes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged his shoulders and I massaged it for him. As he relaxed, he answered me. “Oh, it’s cause I fight with my parents a lot so I take it out on the walls.” Judging by the holes, I can tell that he was really angry every time he made one. “Come on,” he said. He lifted me up on his back and gave me a piggyback ride downstairs. He smelled so good now that he’s clean and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad was waiting for him in the den. I waited outside while Ji Won came into facehis dad. Ji Won came in, uninterested in what his dad had to say. “What is it dad?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won, son…this is getting to be very tiring. Every few weeks you would run away, leaving me and your mother worrying about you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won smirked. “Sure you’re worried. That’s why you’re out with those hoes and mom’s out with those morons. It’s because I’m your only son. You’re just scared that when grandpa passes away he won’t put our family on the will.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father got angry. “Well do you want it to end up on your uncle’s side?” Ji Won gave his dad a look that showed he didn’t care. His dad continued talking. “Since I managed to have a son and my brother have no kids, I have the advantage. Son, listen to me. You know you’re my heir. All my wealth will be pass down to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at his dad disgusted. “All you care about is money! You don’t care about me!” he yelled as he stormed out of the den. Ji Won slammed the door open and grabbed my hand. “Come on, let’s go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 12 **********&lt;br /&gt;I was confused and didn’t know what had happened. Ji Won held my hand and took me to the beach near his house. On the sand there were these 2 huge rocks. Ji Won led me over there. He lifted me up and we sat side by side. We remained silent until Ji Won took a deep breath of the ocean air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love this place, don’t you?” he said to me smiling. I returned his smile and held onto his hand tighter. “Ji Won, what’s wrong?” Ji Won avoided my eyes. “Nothing.” I turned his chin to face me. “Come on, you know you can tell me.” He nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s my dad and this stupid feud he has with my uncle. They’re fighting over who will get the larger part in my grandpa’s will.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…” I said softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t it stupid?” he asked laughing. “My grandpa’s not even dead yet!”&lt;br /&gt;I understood what was bothering him. So I didn’t say anything because I know he doesn’t want me to worry about it. He threwarock into the ocean and it skipped three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perfect” he said. “Why is it perfect?” I asked. “Age ain’t nothing but a number right?” he asked me, changing the subject. I thought about it for a while and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;“Since I’m older than you by two years, that makes me your oppa,” Ji Won said to me.&lt;br /&gt;“Yup,” I answered, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won smiled back. “I love you….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my heart my heart filled with a bubble of love but then Ji Won continued talking..”as a dongsang.” My bubble bursted. This was not what I had expected him to say.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at Ji Won with wide eyes. I knew it was pretty forward of me but I had to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Y…your….donsang?” I managed to stutter out. Ji Won looked back at me with his puppyish eyes and smiled. He nodded his head gently. Have I been reading all his signs wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what do you say?” he asked. “Want to be my dongsang?” Even though it was breaking my heart, I had no choice but to agree. I nodded. “Yes, I want to be your dongsang oppa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won nodded and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small silver knife. I stared at him with wide eyes. “Ji Won, what are you going to do with that knife?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, “Do you trust me Mina?” I nodded my head without hesitation. I trusted Ji Won with my whole heart. He smiled at me. “Good. Lower the back of your shirt.” Ji Won pulled the back of my shirt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he used that knife to cut me. “Ow!” I screamed in pain but he continued anyways. He carved a small ‘E’ onto my shoulder blade. My back was bleeding and he bandaged it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he handed the knife to me. “Here. Engrave your initial ‘M’ too cuz I don’t want to use the same last name as your mom.” My hand trembled as I held the knife. I didn’t want to hurt Ji Won. “Go ahead. Don’t worry, I can stand the pain.” I engraved an ‘M’ onto Ji Won’s back. I was surprised because he didn’t let a tear drop or cry out in pain. I bandaged him and he acted asifnothing had happen. When it was over, he held me close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held onto Ji Won tightly as if he was going to leave me. I know he only thinks of me as his little dongsang but it feels nice holding him like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ji Won held onto Mina, his smiling face instantly turned sad. He wanted to say ‘Mina, I love you as a girlfriend’ so she would be his forever but he couldn’t. He wasn’t the type to admit his feelings. So he figured the scarring was not an engravement of his brotherly love to Mina, but his promised symbol as a soulmate to her forever…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-8485954257950775344?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8485954257950775344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=8485954257950775344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8485954257950775344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8485954257950775344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-love-stories-what-lovelove-worth_21.html' title='Long Love Stories: &quot;What loveLove Worth You Did For&quot; *Part 10 - 12*'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-402809832333455791</id><published>2007-08-15T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:51:59.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Love Stories: "What loveLove Worth You Did For" *Part 7 - 9*</title><content type='html'>********** PART 7 **********&lt;br /&gt;Silently, I led Ji Won into my room. My room was small and luckily, it was far away from my parents so they can’t hear much. I let Ji Won have the bed while I take the floor. ‘Damn,’ I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Why does the floor have to be so cold and hard?’&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared down at Mina who was trying to sleep on the cold stone floor. He picked her up easily and lifted her onto the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oppa? What are you doing?” I whispered as my eyes grew wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you trust me?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” he said. “This bed is small but it’ll fit both of us.”&lt;br /&gt;My eyes grew wider at what Ji Won had just said. But I had just told him that I trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t take my words back so I had no choice but to sleep with him. We both got in my bed and slept side-by-side. I was so nervous, I couldn’t sleep. Ji Won, on the other hand, had no problem. He fell asleep instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my head over to look at him. His face was so innocent like an angel when he was sleeping. Who would have thought he was such a devil when he’s awake and moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour had passed and it was 3’ in the morning. I still couldn’t sleep. Suddenly something weird happen. Ji Won turned his entire body around and did a 360, kicking me. “Ow!” I cried out but covered my mouth so my parents wouldn’t hear me. When he was done, he had this happy look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought he was just playing with me but he really did do a 360 in his sleep. Suddenly he reached over and held me tight. My entire body went tense and rigid. I could feel Ji Won’s light breathing on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but now that Ji Won was this close (practically laying on top of me) made me feel better. It’s probably cause I’ve never been this close to a person in a long time. Soon I began to fall asleep too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 8 **********&lt;br /&gt;November 1, 1993&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won opened his eyes and found himself laying partially on Mina’s body. He blushed and slowly moved away from her. Then he just laid near her watching her sleep. Suddenly it caught his eyes. The sleeves and pant legs of her pajamas were lifted up and he got a good look at her arms and legs. Dark purple bruises cover her entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several scars on her legs and arms too. Red lines run across her legs and it made Ji Won wince because it looked so painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t want to disturb Mina but he was really curious. She turned over and Ji Won lifted the back of her shirt. It was even worse than her legs. Ji Won opened his mouth lightly in shock and touched her bare back delicately, fearing that he might hurt her. Mina began to stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I saw Ji Won looking at me with this sad expression on his face. “What’s wrong oppa?” I asked. “Who did this to you?” Then he lifted the sleeve of my shirt. I opened my mouth in shock. I tried to hide it but I couldn’t believe he saw my bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to answer him, I heard my stepmom’s footsteps heading towards my room. “Oppa!” I yelled, turning back to Ji Won, who was rubbing my bruises. “You have to get out of here! My mom is coming!” Ji Won looked at me surprised but I opened my window for him to climb out. “Climb down this tree. Goodbye Ji Wonee,” I said to him with tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won remained silent the whole time as he left her room. But he didn’t leave though. He sat on the branch of her tree and looked through her window. He couldn’t hear what Mina and her mom were talking about but he saw it. He saw Mina’s mom bring out a small wooden stick and whack Mina with it several times. Ji Won couldn’t take it anymore. He busted back into Mina’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 9 **********&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at my stepmother in pain. “I’m sorry mom. I didn’t know we’re supposed to have guests today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glared at me with cold hatred in her eyes. “Mr. Eun, of the Eun HotelEmpire all over Hawaii, is coming to visit us. Your father might get a promotion if we make a good impression!&lt;br /&gt;You’re supposed to be awake half an hour ago to prepare all of us tea! Now Mr. Eunis down there expecting tea! What am I supposed to do now huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom began to breathe rapidly as her anger increased. I saw her raise that stick of hers again. I curled myself up hoping the pain would lessen but I know it wouldn’t so I prepared myself for the strike…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won caught the stick just before it would hit Mina. Mina’s mother stared at Ji Won in surprise. Mina opened her eyes and stared at Ji Won in shock. He looked down at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mina, are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ji Won!” I screamed. “What are you doing here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked back at me. “I came to save you from this evil *bleep*.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom twisted her face in hate. “I knew you were trouble all this time Mina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare you bring this boy home? Wait until I tell your father about this!” Ji Won grabbed my stepmom’s arm to stop her. “You do that and I’ll have you fired!” I stared at Ji Won dumbfounded. ‘What is he talking about?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you talking about you juvenile delinquent?!” snapped my stepmom.&lt;br /&gt;“I mean,” said Ji Won glaring at her. “ That you’re having tea with my father right now and I’ll get you and your husband fired if you hit Mina one more time.” I look at Ji Won surprised. ‘Ji Won is the heir of the Eun Hotel Empire? His family is the richest in all of Hawaii!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom looked at Ji Won doubtfully. “If you’re his son, then how come you’re so filthy?” Ji Won gaveher a smirk. “I know you want proof. How about all of us go down there to talk to my dad?” My stepmom looked at him and thought, ‘This is the only way for real evidence. He might get us a promotion.’ Then she said, “Come on then, boy. Let’s go.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-402809832333455791?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/402809832333455791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=402809832333455791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/402809832333455791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/402809832333455791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-love-stories-what-lovelove-worth_15.html' title='Long Love Stories: &quot;What loveLove Worth You Did For&quot; *Part 7 - 9*'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-8302706492985952514</id><published>2007-08-08T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:04:42.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Love Stories: "What loveLove Worth You Did For" *Part 4 - 6*</title><content type='html'>********** PART 4 **********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at the girl who had just walked away. ‘She must be the nicest or dumbest person in this world,’ he thought. He began to stand up but had to use the wall for balance. That girl had kicked him a little too hard. Ji Won had just run away from home again. He had ran away so many times that the alley was his second home. When he ran away he always stole his parents’ money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the richest people in all of Hawaii but they were also the most messed up family. His dad would have a lot of women with him and would betray a friend if it would bring him money. His mom, on the other hand, was an exact duplicate of his dad. She always had these young men around her and spend money like crazy. His parents were divorced and lived on opposite ends of Hawaii. ‘*bleep* and bastard,’ thought Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he ran away this time, he didn’t have the chance to steal any money from his dad. So he had no choice but to rob somebody. When he saw the young girl walking out of the store, she seemed to be the perfect target. But things didn’t turn out as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won kept wondering why the girl gave him the money even though he could have killed her. Ji Won knew he couldn’t take the money because she was the first person in his messed up life that was nice to him because she wanted to be, not because she wanted something from him. He wanted to give the money back. When he gained some of his strength back, he began to chase her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 5 **********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, I was greeted by the usual words. ‘Ugly wretch, wicked girl, freeloader,etc.’ but luckily I made it through dinner fine. When dinner ended,my parents went to sleep leaving me with the dishes. I cleaned the table and washed the dishes. I also took out the trash and then suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attacker turned me around to face him. It was the same boy I met in the alley. I began to panic. “I gave you all my money already! What more do you want from me?” He raised a finger to his lips and tried to shush me. I felt one of my attacks coming on. I started to hyperventilate and couldn’t breathe. I was beginning to black out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at the girl who looked like she was going to die. “Oh my God! Are you okay?” This time it was the girl’s turn to shake her head no. Then she collapsed in his arms. Ji Won didn’t know what to do but he had to save her life. He began to give her mouth to mouth. “Come on,” he whispered to her. “Breathe. Don’t die on me.” After a while she began coughing and opened her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes and saw a blurry object heading towards me. Then I felt something soft pressing against my lips and I felt a gust of air. Then I realized the boy was giving me air. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I blushed and gently pushed him away. “Thank you for saving me. I’m okay now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turned slightly red. “Uhh…you’re welcome. You kinda scared me there.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry about that. Well, what is it that you want from me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here.” He handed me back the same ten dollars I had given him. I looked up at him. “No, it’s okay. Keep it. I think you need it or you wouldn’t have tried to rob me.” He shook his head. “No. I just wanted to borrow it only. I don’t take charity. Well, goodbye.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he walked away, I heard his stomach grumble. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t laugh. Since he didn’t take charity, I said, “Um, hey. I just made some food and I don’t know if it’s good or not. I need a guinea pig because I don’t want to serve it to my parents if it isn’t and besides, you did save my life. Ji Won looked at her. ‘Why is she being so nice to me?’ he thought. He knew she was just saying that because she heard him say he doesn’t want charity. Ji Won’s stomach was growling like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He haven’t ate for 2 days already and the mention of food was killing him. “Uh, okay. I guess I’ll be your guinea pig since I have nothing to do.” He studied her face as she smiled at him. ‘She’s pretty,’ he thought as he smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** PART 6 **********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the boy wait outside as I got some of the leftover mee-yuk-gook for him. He finished it in less than a minute. Then he leaned back and sighed. Out of nowhere, he let out a burp. I had to giggle. He looked at me and smiled. “Sorry about that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated before I asked him the next question. “Umm…so what’s your name?” He glanced at me and then stared at the ground. I could tell he was debating to tell me his real name or not. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to telling me his name. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at her surprised. “No! It isn’t that!” he yelled. She stared back at him surprised too. Then he lowered his voice. “I’m sorry. Please don’t misunderstand.” She nodded her head slowly and Ji Woncan tell that she was confused. Ji Won felt that he could trust her and he wanted her to be his friend.&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Eun Ji Won and you are?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nam Mi-Na, but call me Mina. It’seasier to remember.” Then she gave him the sweetest smile. Ji Won felt his heart beat a little faster when she smiled at him. He blushed and looks away. “So uh, how old are you?”&lt;br /&gt;“13,” she replied. “And you Ji Wonee?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled when she called him that. “I’m 15,” he said turning back to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;“15?” I asked in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won nodded. “Where are your parents oppa? You’re too young to be living in the streets.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I can take care of myself.” I gave him a doubting look because he was trying to pull that tough guy act on me. “It’s okay though,” he told me. “I have a family. It’s just that things are bad at home so I’m just getting away from it for a while.” ‘So he ran away,’ I figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell that Ji Won was a good person. “Do you have a place to stay tonight?” He shook his head. “How about staying in my room then,” I offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won couldn’t believe his ears. He stared at Mina. ‘Did she just offer him a place to stay?’ “Ji Won?” Mina asked as she waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won shook his head and snapped out of it. She placed her hand on his knee. “Oppa, I asked if you want to stay in my room for tonight?” Ji Won was so touched that he felt his heartache. No one had ever cared about him so much but he didn’t want to feel as though he owed her. “No thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mina looked at him with her big sad eyes. “Please oppa? I’m afraid of the dark.” Ji Won smiled. He knew she was lying so he would say yes. For the first time in his life, Ji Won felt warm inside because now he is wanted. He let out a sigh. “Aigo Mina, okay. You talked me into it. But just for tonight though.” She giggled and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-8302706492985952514?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8302706492985952514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=8302706492985952514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8302706492985952514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8302706492985952514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-love-stories-what-lovelove-worth_08.html' title='Long Love Stories: &quot;What loveLove Worth You Did For&quot; *Part 4 - 6*'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-3581962053616540268</id><published>2007-08-07T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:01:56.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Love Stories: "What loveLove Worth You Did For"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;To Reader: Sorry that this story a bit long, hope you all can bear with me for a short while, total "36 Parts", I'll publish them slowly, hope you all like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********** PART 1 **********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17, 1999&lt;br /&gt;My name is Mina Nam. I’m 19, still very yout I am dying. Not right now but my l is slowly fading away as I’m writing my story. At this moment I’m sitting at ‘our’ spot. Mine and Eun Ji Won, the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake. I took a glance at my reflection in the water. My outside looks have changed drastically within the past few months, but the water reflected the true me. InsideI’m still the same person.&lt;br /&gt;I have done and given so much for love but never once, have I received it back from Ji Won. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything that I’ve done for him and make him love me back. But I can’t. love is not selfish.&lt;br /&gt;So I did what felt right. I keep giving Ji Won my love and I never asked for his love in return. Even though I’ll leave this world pretty soon, my love for him will still remain. My story begins when I first met Ji Won six years ago on this one fateful day. It all started out….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********** PART 2 **********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 31, 1993&lt;br /&gt;“You better come back here you good for nothing brat!”&lt;br /&gt;I covered my ears with my palms. That was my stepmother calling me. Her voice sounds murderous and I didn’t want to face her today. She had slapped and hit me too much already. I’m afraid I can’t take it anymore so I hid in my closet. I peeked through the crack in my closet and saw my stepmom with a really pissed off look on her face. She was holding that stick that I’m always afraid of. I winced thinking about how much it would hurt if she hits me with it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just thirteen and whoever said 13 was an unlucky number, they were right. My mom had died when I was just turning ten. Before she died she told me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world and how proud she was to be my mother. She said even though she’ll be gone, her love is with me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down my cheeks. ‘If you love me mommy, how can you be so selfish to leave me?’ So now when I had turn 13 my dad had married Mok Young A, who is my stepmom today. She was a cold-hearted woman who tortured me all day. Any self-esteem I had for myself was shattered and I was living a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closet door suddenly opened. “There you are you wicked girl!” My stepmom started cussing at me as she pulled me out and threw me onto the floor. I began to tremble because I knew what was going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;*Whack whack whack.*&lt;br /&gt;I cried out in pain but I knew that no one is going to hear my cries. I desperately began to gasp for air. My heart was aching again. I couldn’t breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not again! Don’t you see how much you’re costing your father and me with your heart problems? If it wasn’t for all these medical bills we wouldn’t be so poor now!”&lt;br /&gt;I had this heart condition where air would suddenly shut off and I couldn’t breathe. The doctors are tryingto save me by giving me a respirator and pills, but they’re not sure how much longer I’ll be able to live. My dad (who was a pathetic excuse for a man) came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked down at me with sorrowful eyes. He held my stepmom’s arm lightly and said, “I think she had enough. You don’t want her to have another attack. Calm down and let’s have dinner.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s why I’m hitting her!” she yelled. “She got detention and stayed after school for an hour. She was supposed to be home to go buy food for dinner and make it. Your daughter is so evil. She wants me to starve or something!”&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t get detention. The teacher wanted to talk to me about-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was cut off by the whack of my stepmom’s stick. I cried silently in pain and turned away. I didn’t want to look at her. My dad said, “Well, dinner’s just going to be a little late today. Mina, say sorry to your mom.”&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pain, I managed to say, “Sorry mom. Please forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad handed me some money. “Here. Go buy food to make mee-yuk-gook tonight.” My stepmom’s temper simmered down a little as my dad lead her out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the money and headed for the store. Mr. Choi, the owner of Choi Food Market, shook his head as I walked in. He knew what kind of hell I was going through. I finished my shopping and checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’ll be $3.49.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I asked. “Umm…Mr. Choi. That’s impossible. With all this stuff it should be around $15.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know Mina.” Mr. Choi gave me a sad smile. “The exact price is $14.32. Why don’t you keep the change for yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;I opened my mouth in shock. “Mr. Choi…I..I can’t do that,” I said as I handed him 20.&lt;br /&gt;He only took five. “No. Keep it. I know that stepmom of yours don’t give you any money.”&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at Mr. Choi with tears in my eyes. Here he was, just a friend reaching out to me. I said thanks and headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********** PART 3 **********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a shortcut home but as I passed the alley, a hand pulled me in. I was knocked to the ground and a shadow hovered over me. I began to scream but the same hand covered my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up or I’ll kill you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut my mouth instantly. I didn’t want to die yet. In the moon’s reflection I got a good look of my attacker. It was a boy who looked a little bit older than me. His face and clothes were dirty but he had really good features so I could tell he was extremely good-looking. But this was not a time to think about such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held a table knife at my throat and said, “Give me all your money or I’ll kill you.” I panicked but I knew what to do. I used the move I wanted to use on my stepmom every time she pinned me down and hit me. I kicked him hard right into his family jewels. He gasped and fell to the floor, dropping the knife. I picked up my groceries and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can call me the dumbest person alive. I was afraid I had kicked the boy too hard and permanently damaged him. Besides, since my life is hell already, I didn’t want him to go through it too. So I turned back.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to the alley, the boy was still lying on the floor. He was moaning softly. I lifted him up gently. “Are you okay?” I asked. He shook his head no. “I’m sorry,” I said to him. I reached into my pocket and pulled the money Mr. Choi gave me. “If you need money, then here. All I have is ten dollars.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed the money in his hand and walked away. He looked at me with this weird expression that I couldn’t read. I picked up my groceries and this time I left without turning back. I could tell the boy was watching me as I was walking away…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-3581962053616540268?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3581962053616540268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=3581962053616540268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3581962053616540268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3581962053616540268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-love-stories-what-lovelove-worth.html' title='Long Love Stories: &quot;What loveLove Worth You Did For&quot;'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-6779596522449372907</id><published>2007-08-07T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T07:49:22.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>流星爱情</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;小飞是一个并不帅气的男孩，但是个有着自己个性的男孩，他对女孩子说过爱你，但不会说永远爱你·他很现实，他知道不可能永远爱一个人，所以他不会做 出任何没有实际意义的诺言。他不相信命运，但他相信流星，在他看来，向流星许的愿一定会实现。他喜欢只给别人一次机会，但自己却不知道，自己的机会同样只 有一次。 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;小飞似乎有着一种叛逆的性格，当他第一眼看到静静时，就似乎已经爱上她了，而就在小飞第一眼看到静静的那个晚上，一颗流星从他的头顶飞过，他当即就 许了一个在常人看来很可笑的愿望“ 希望静静喜欢他。”没想到几天后，愿望真的实现了，男孩不顾所有人的反对，跟女友分了手，而静静成了她的女朋友。就这样，他们俩幸福的过完了初中生活，虽 然在这期间，他们有过争执， 也有过矛盾，但那都只是他们幸福生活的小插曲。每天放学都可以看到小飞在校门口极有耐心的等着女孩。 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;这种幸福的生活方式被打破是在中考的前一天，或许彼此间因中考的压力变得烦躁，也或许他们之间的感情还不够稳固。因为极小的吵嘴而导致了他们的分 手。相信了解他们的人，都会为他们感到惋惜。当初的决定终于受到了上天的惩罚，但小飞并没有后悔，结局虽然令人伤心，但他认为能经历这样的幸福也就够了！ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;虽然分手了，但他们彼此之间还爱着对方，只是由于中考，他们彼此之间也就没在互相解释什么。暑假里，他们又开始互相联络，但他们的感情已经遭受了沉 重打击，他们不知道下一步该怎么办？中考成绩发布后，小飞考上了理想的高中，而静静和他分在了同一所高中。开学后，他想要和静静和好，但都被静静拒绝了。 小飞很伤心，但他不知道其实静静还是很爱他的。由于种种原因，静静要转学了。本来如果小飞挽留的话，静静可以留下的，或许是小飞对静静真正感情的不了解， 或者说他们之间的不了解吧！静静的转学，小飞没有挽留，这就成了一种遗憾，一种一生的遗憾！ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;在静静转学后的几个星期，或许是他们之间彼此太想念对方，他们又和好了。这时，小飞的好兄弟也就是她的前女友劝他：“&lt;a href="http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;爱情&lt;/a&gt;就像是雪花一样，一旦融化了，即使再结成冰，也不会像以前那么纯洁和美丽了。”但小飞没有听她的劝告。和好之后，因为他们不在同一所学校，所以见面的时间更少了。但在静静和小飞看来，在真正的&lt;a href="http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;爱情&lt;/a&gt;面前，这些都不算什么。高中紧张的生活，使他们一周只能见一两次面。由于长时间的不见面，导致他们之间变的冷漠起来。 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;寒假到来了，对他们俩来说是幸福的，小飞给静静打电话，说自己在网上等她，希望和她能在网上见面。就这样，小飞每天都在等待静静的出现。小飞在网上 整整等了静静一个寒假。在这期间，静静只出现了一次，而且还不到5分钟，但小飞并没有伤心，也没有生气，他知道女孩一定有苦衷的。在网上小飞帮住了很多陷 入&lt;a href="http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;爱情&lt;/a&gt;困惑的网友，但他对自己的事却一筹莫展！ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;然而就在小飞和静静关系处于微妙的时刻，静静身边出现了另一个男孩。且叫他清华吧。每次见面，静静都在向小飞讲述着清华的优点以及他们之间发生的故 事。小飞似乎感觉到了什么。也听到了风声。他本想以一颗宽容的心对待他们，但小飞做不到，因为静静是他最爱的人。终于他开始对静静冷淡起来，她也感觉到了 小飞对她的冷淡。 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;情人节的第二天，小飞和静静开始摊牌，小飞向静静说出了自己的顾虑。静静解释着什么， 但他并没有理会，他也说不出让静静离清华远点的话，他知道自己没有这样权利。面对犹豫不决的小飞。静静只好再次提出分手，小飞再次没有挽留。望着静静远去 的背影，小飞的心中似乎失去了什么，刹那间感到一阵难过。小飞知道静静心里难过，但静静却忽略了小飞的痛苦。或许是上天注定，也或许是巧合，就在这一天， 静静第一次送给小飞的手表上的指针停止了转动。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-6779596522449372907?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6779596522449372907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=6779596522449372907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6779596522449372907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6779596522449372907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='流星爱情'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-8413992630350560547</id><published>2007-08-07T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T07:42:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 999th Love Letters</title><content type='html'>當兵，每一個男孩必經的路程，&lt;br /&gt;當我離開女友，那種心酸，相信和我有同樣處境的人都能了解。&lt;br /&gt;不知道是拜的不勤快，還是手沒洗乾淨，&lt;br /&gt;在眾人的歡喝采聲中，我一舉抽得了金馬獎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;隔著一大片海洋，要坐船離開台灣的那一刻，&lt;br /&gt;不知怎麼搞的，眼皮直跳個不停，&lt;br /&gt;船在汪洋大海中前行，我感到未來一片茫然，和海一樣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為服役前後只有謬謬可數的幾次假，&lt;br /&gt;我只有不斷的寫信給女友，告訴她我的近況，&lt;br /&gt;我是多麼多麼地思念她，警告女友不得亂來，同時也安慰自己。&lt;br /&gt;這裡最大的好處是沒有空氣污染，夜空的星斗特別大粒，只可惜甜言蜜語無從說起。&lt;br /&gt;我沒有一天不寫信給她，甚至一天寫個兩封也是常有的事。&lt;br /&gt;為了愛，老粗也能變詩人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一幕我一輩子也不會忘記，&lt;br /&gt;我在車站打了電話約了女友，說我就要回來了，&lt;br /&gt;聽到她的聲音，有種陌生的親切。&lt;br /&gt;我們相約在咖啡館碰頭，她依然美麗如昔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自由的空氣果然不一樣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有太多的話，讓我的心裡有種莫名的不安，&lt;br /&gt;而當她不安地從皮包裡拿出一張喜帖，&lt;br /&gt;我想我知道結果了。&lt;br /&gt;我沒有立即起身離去，&lt;br /&gt;因為那會顯得我沒有風度，雖然我內心很不平靜，&lt;br /&gt;我仍希望聽到是那位欠Ｋ的人趁火打劫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她終於開口了：&lt;br /&gt;「我數過，你一共寄了九百九十九封信給我，我想這樣就夠了。&lt;br /&gt;其實，在漫長的等待下，你從來不在我身邊，&lt;br /&gt;兩年來也沒有照顧過我，九百九十九封信也不能代表任何意義....」&lt;br /&gt;我聽到這裡時，竟然不爭氣地掉下眼淚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是他並不饒過我，繼續地說：&lt;br /&gt;「這是我自己的決定，我知道這樣做很過份，&lt;br /&gt;對你來說不公平，但我還是想徵求你的同意....」&lt;br /&gt;我很想求女友，不要離開我。&lt;br /&gt;在我來不及開口時，他已把喜帖遞給了我。&lt;br /&gt;而上面寫著，我倆的名字。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-8413992630350560547?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8413992630350560547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=8413992630350560547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8413992630350560547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/8413992630350560547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/08/999th-love-letters.html' title='The 999th Love Letters'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-4504170603636421041</id><published>2007-07-16T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:00:16.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it Feels Like to be Unloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The sun is rising, and although everywhere around the world there is war, there is a disturbing peace that surrounds Pearl Harbor. Soon, the sirens ring and chaos breaks loose. And soon, two lovers are almost separated, can love bind them together?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill Innanen, the superintendent and engineer for Pacific Naval Airbase Construction,    and his wife Mary Margaret Innanen, arrived in Pearl Harbor three months before    the attack. Bill, 26 born in Detroit but raised in Canada, was well traveled,    but Marg had scarcely ventured outside of her home town of Sioux Rapids, Iowa.    They had been married for one year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On morning of December 7th, Bill stepped outside the door of their rented      house in Nuuanu Valley and scanned the weather. "Marg! Come out here      and look at this." Marg slid the duck she was preparing into the oven,      and wiping her hands on her apron, walked out through the open door to stand      beside her husband. Antiaircraft guns were bursting up the hills, targeting      a lone bomber. While navy carrier planes loved to buzz the Army bases, just      to keep the soldiers on their toes, this was some kind of crazy exercise.      Bill said to his wife: "They're going to hit this fellow if they don't      watch out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As the drone of the plane faded over their heads, the radio announcer's      voice broke in loud and clear: "Hawaii has been sporadically attacked.      Do not leave your homes. Keep off the streets. Everything is under control."      Bill and Mary Margaret gaped at the radio. Who was attacking? The Germans?      The Japanese? Bill thought it must be the Japanese. Just then, the scream      of large artillery fire echoed up the valley and a 5-inch shell from a navy      gun at the Honolulu docks smashed through a house in nearby Dowsett Highlands.      Something was terribly wrong. The radio began to play church hymns. Five minutes,      ten minutes passed. Then, the announcer broke in again. "All Pearl Harbor      personnel report to your emergency stations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Japanese had just strafed the highway and cars were ditched on either      side, smoking. Although Bill worked for a civilian firm, his wartime duties      -- building airstrips -- were basically the same as the navy's Seabees: He      had an emergency station and he needed to get there fast. As the Japanese      fired from above, he high-tailed it down the center of the highway and managed      to reach the gates of the Pearl Harbor. But he harbor itself was in flames.      Ford Island, the naval air station, was burning. Japanese bombers rushed the      docks, dropping their torpedoes into the shallow water. Over by the Officer's      Club, the ancient mine-layer U.S.S. Oglallala wallowed at her mooring, keel      up. Just as Bill reached the club's lawn, a bomber dropped another torpedo      onto the the turtled ship. The Oglallala's exposed hull acted like a ramp      and sent the torpedo sliding onto the grass, its propeller still spinning.      Bill dashed behind a crane and braced himself for the explosion, but it what      he got wasn't what he had expected. He felt, and then heard the terrific triple      blasts of the magazines aboard the the battleship Arizona blowing: Whoomph!      Whoomph! Whoomph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bill was released from his duty -- putting out fires -- 19 hours later,      but in his exhaustion and excitement, he couldn't remember where he'd parked      the car. He jogged up the highway looking for a ride, spooked right and left      by the gleaming hunks of abandoned automobiles, Bill jogged up the highway.      Anti-aircraft guns popped above and below. Overhead, a wave of planes passed,      flying low. They were American but Bill didn't know that, and he flung himself      into the ditch. "Why the hell did I come to this place," he thought      to himself. "No one forced me to come. I have made a crucial mistake      here, somehow or other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bill reached his home at about 4 A.M. He pulled out his keys and fumbling,      opened the the door. There stood his Marg, wild-eyed, grim, baring her butcher      knife and a cast-iron frying pan. No enemy Japanese was going to get past      her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Where's the duck?" was all he could think of to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Burnt to a crisp," she replied cooly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Let's try to salvage some of it," Bill said soothingly. So Mary Margaret made some biscuits and Bill set the blackout flashlight in an strategic spot, and they carved the burnt duck in their darkened home above the harbor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing          in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a          year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not          forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love          You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally          smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-4504170603636421041?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4504170603636421041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=4504170603636421041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/4504170603636421041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/4504170603636421041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-it-feels-like-to-be-unloved.html' title='What it Feels Like to be Unloved'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-3385076827033371241</id><published>2007-07-16T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T07:57:33.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War Cannot Stop LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sun is rising, and although everywhere around the world there is war, there is a disturbing peace that surrounds Pearl Harbor. Soon, the sirens ring and chaos breaks loose. And soon, two lovers are almost separated, can love bind them together?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill Innanen, the superintendent and engineer for Pacific Naval Airbase Construction,    and his wife Mary Margaret Innanen, arrived in Pearl Harbor three months before    the attack. Bill, 26 born in Detroit but raised in Canada, was well traveled,    but Marg had scarcely ventured outside of her home town of Sioux Rapids, Iowa.    They had been married for one year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On morning of December 7th, Bill stepped outside the door of their rented      house in Nuuanu Valley and scanned the weather. "Marg! Come out here      and look at this." Marg slid the duck she was preparing into the oven,      and wiping her hands on her apron, walked out through the open door to stand      beside her husband. Antiaircraft guns were bursting up the hills, targeting      a lone bomber. While navy carrier planes loved to buzz the Army bases, just      to keep the soldiers on their toes, this was some kind of crazy exercise.      Bill said to his wife: "They're going to hit this fellow if they don't      watch out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As the drone of the plane faded over their heads, the radio announcer's      voice broke in loud and clear: "Hawaii has been sporadically attacked.      Do not leave your homes. Keep off the streets. Everything is under control."      Bill and Mary Margaret gaped at the radio. Who was attacking? The Germans?      The Japanese? Bill thought it must be the Japanese. Just then, the scream      of large artillery fire echoed up the valley and a 5-inch shell from a navy      gun at the Honolulu docks smashed through a house in nearby Dowsett Highlands.      Something was terribly wrong. The radio began to play church hymns. Five minutes,      ten minutes passed. Then, the announcer broke in again. "All Pearl Harbor      personnel report to your emergency stations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Japanese had just strafed the highway and cars were ditched on either      side, smoking. Although Bill worked for a civilian firm, his wartime duties      -- building airstrips -- were basically the same as the navy's Seabees: He      had an emergency station and he needed to get there fast. As the Japanese      fired from above, he high-tailed it down the center of the highway and managed      to reach the gates of the Pearl Harbor. But he harbor itself was in flames.      Ford Island, the naval air station, was burning. Japanese bombers rushed the      docks, dropping their torpedoes into the shallow water. Over by the Officer's      Club, the ancient mine-layer U.S.S. Oglallala wallowed at her mooring, keel      up. Just as Bill reached the club's lawn, a bomber dropped another torpedo      onto the the turtled ship. The Oglallala's exposed hull acted like a ramp      and sent the torpedo sliding onto the grass, its propeller still spinning.      Bill dashed behind a crane and braced himself for the explosion, but it what      he got wasn't what he had expected. He felt, and then heard the terrific triple      blasts of the magazines aboard the the battleship Arizona blowing: Whoomph!      Whoomph! Whoomph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bill was released from his duty -- putting out fires -- 19 hours later,      but in his exhaustion and excitement, he couldn't remember where he'd parked      the car. He jogged up the highway looking for a ride, spooked right and left      by the gleaming hunks of abandoned automobiles, Bill jogged up the highway.      Anti-aircraft guns popped above and below. Overhead, a wave of planes passed,      flying low. They were American but Bill didn't know that, and he flung himself      into the ditch. "Why the hell did I come to this place," he thought      to himself. "No one forced me to come. I have made a crucial mistake      here, somehow or other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bill reached his home at about 4 A.M. He pulled out his keys and fumbling,      opened the the door. There stood his Marg, wild-eyed, grim, baring her butcher      knife and a cast-iron frying pan. No enemy Japanese was going to get past      her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Where's the duck?" was all he could think of to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Burnt to a crisp," she replied cooly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "Let's try to salvage some of it," Bill said soothingly. So Mary Margaret made some biscuits and Bill set the blackout flashlight in an strategic spot, and they carved the burnt duck in their darkened home above the harbor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing          in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a          year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not          forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love          You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally          smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-3385076827033371241?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3385076827033371241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=3385076827033371241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3385076827033371241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3385076827033371241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/07/war-cannot-stop-love.html' title='War Cannot Stop LOVE!'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-2033344829428462717</id><published>2007-06-12T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:57:04.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Love - Workable</title><content type='html'>I had heard of the &lt;a href="http://www.blurtit.com/q838676.html"&gt;&lt;span id="__firefox-findbar-search-id" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;chatroom&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; on the internet but it had never appealed to me. Talking to total strangers that you cannot see struck me as too strange. One day I was surfing the net when I discovered MSN's &lt;a href="http://www.blurtit.com/q838676.html"&gt;chat rooms&lt;/a&gt; and making up a nickname decided to just watch and see what all the fuss was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There on the screen were twenty or so people chatting away about anything and everything. As I studied the conversations afraid to join in and expose myself as a 'newbie', I was drawn to one person. She was intelligent, witty and expressed a love of the UK, my home. She was from California a part of the States I had never seen but was interested in. So summoning up all my courage I said hi and introduced myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began to chat and I found that it was very relaxed to the point that I was amazed when the conversation ended we had been chatting for three hours totally ignoring everyone else in the room. We parted company saying that we hoped we would bump into each other again. All that next day I wondered if that was just a polite goodbye or if she really wanted to continue our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I logged on, half of me hoping she would be there the other half dreading she would'nt. Sure enough she was'nt in the &lt;a href="http://www.blurtit.com/q838676.html"&gt;&lt;span id="__firefox-findbar-search-id" style="padding: 0pt; background-color: yellow; color: black; display: inline; font-size: inherit;"&gt;chatroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I sat at the computer screen only half reading the conversations that flashed up before me. Then her name appeared and with the usual "hi room" she said "hi Vince".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life suddenly became brighter in that instant. I kept telling myself it was crazy, here was a woman I only just met, hardly knew and yet I had missed her all day. We chatted again, and the hours vanished along with the other chatters leaving us alone in the &lt;a href="http://www.blurtit.com/q838676.html"&gt;chatroom&lt;/a&gt;. I had been married and dated countless times in my then forty years of life but never had someone taken my interest so completely as this stranger from across the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed everything, our likes, dislikes, our troubles and our pleasures and the more we talked the more amazed we became at how much we had in comman. Weeks went by and every evening we would meet up and talk, the three hours becoming five then eight. We exchanged pictures both afraid we would blow it by doing so but as I looked at her picture on my screen I was amazed at the fact that no one had snapped up this American beauty in the years since her marriage had broken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks had become months and we both admitted we had feelings for each other, our friendship becoming something far greater. Then came the time that anyone whose ever had a internet relationship will know....the meeting. She had said that she would fly to the UK to meet me but I insisted that I flew to the States. I explained to her my fears that should she come to me and for some reason we did'nt hit it off then she would be a woman alone in a strange country where as for a guy it was'nt so bad. She finaly agreed and a week or two later I found myself on a plane winging my way to San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had arranged that I would be met by her brother who would drop me off at my hotel and that I would ring her once I had freashened up and she would come over and we would go out for a meal. Forty five minutes of pacing up and down after I made the call there was a knock on the door. I opened the door to the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Both of us nervous as hell we kissed hello. We looked into each others eyes and that kiss became another filled with all the emotions that had delevoped over the months of on line chatting. I stayed for two weeks taking her out after she finished work at the local hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we fell head over heels in love. I returned home, and missed her like crazy, the online chat now seeming so pale in comparison with holding the woman I loved in my arms. She missed me too and so I jumped on a plane and went back this time for a month. This went on for five visits each time I would extend my return ticket because we could'nt bear to part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally asked her to marry me and she agreed having discussed the fact she wanted to move to the UK to be with me. It is now two years later, Christmas 2000 and Linda is here for the holidays. This coming year we are to marry and Linda is finalizing things prior to her move to the UK for good. My family and friends love her to bits and I feel like the luckest man on the face of the earth. So for all you out there that read the internet horror stories of romances gone bad, take heart they can work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Love is a wonderful thing and if true will over come both time and distence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-2033344829428462717?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2033344829428462717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=2033344829428462717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2033344829428462717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2033344829428462717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/06/internet-love-workable.html' title='Internet Love - Workable'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-7339306307458028098</id><published>2007-06-12T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:19:42.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If This Is A Dream Let Me Sleep Forever!</title><content type='html'>Hi first off I want to say to all those who do not believe on-line love is real listen to my story and you will see it CAN and HAS happened. Ok here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 months ago I was chatting with this one guy in and IM (Instant Message) Anyway, this guy asked me about my profile which under marital status said: Taking Applications. This guy asked me for an application so I thought hey why not. I told him to hold on and I went to my e-mail and made an application to date me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions like... Age... ideal date... first thing you see in a woman...etc. Well I was also in an IM with this guy Dee and since I was sending out the application I jokingly asked him if he would like one... remember this is the first time I had ever spoke to this person, Dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I sent him one and Oh Man he sounded SO perfect that I questioned his honesty. He was being honest! I jokingly told him he got the job! We laughed it off and didn't think anything of it. We remained friends for about a month, and over that month our feelings grew for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day on the phone he called me his girl and that was all it took to make it official. About a week after that my uncle was killed and Dee got me through it with lots of love and support. We have had our problems, don't get me wrong, but we have worked out our problems and are moving on to have a better future with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live about 2,000 miles away from each other but that hasn't stopped our love yet. He was supposed to move closer to me, same state just different town but he couldn't leave his family. I think that is kind of cute! (I don’t mind leaving mine though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t stand one more day thinking I would never see the man I love with all my heart. So we arranged for me to go see him, I leave tomorrow actually! I am SSSSOOOOOO excited!!! He has been here for me for so much and has shown me so much love, given me so much joy. I have so much respect for him, for all he is and all he has made himself be, and all he wants to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of him makes me smile. He walks in my dreams and I awake with a smile warming my face. I never thought I could find love online, or that I could have a man so wonderful. Neither of us were looking for love just a friend, but our feelings grew and we fell in love. I know you must be careful with online people but I trust him so much and I know we can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things go well on my visit and he also thinks so, we plan on having me move to his state and living with him. I would go half way across the world for this man so halfway across the country is nothing to me. I am happier than I have ever been, so if anyone has doubts about online loves all I can say is...they don't work for everyone but they also bring a lot of true loves together...it worked for Dee and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 3 month anniversary is in 4 days...I know 3 months doesn’t seem long to many people but for me this has been the best 3 months of my life, and it seems like it was yesterday that my heart told me he is the one! If you think you might have feelings for somebody online, go for it but take it slow, but don’t listen to me...listen to your heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-7339306307458028098?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7339306307458028098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=7339306307458028098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/7339306307458028098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/7339306307458028098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-this-is-dream-let-me-sleep-forever.html' title='If This Is A Dream Let Me Sleep Forever!'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-6696825068103528854</id><published>2007-06-05T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:10:46.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Mention - HAWAII VOCATION PACKAGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vGw6ex-NKAY/RmX5RTOT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zyfryFEebQo/s1600-h/HBRCove_SMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072734630916121170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vGw6ex-NKAY/RmX5RTOT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zyfryFEebQo/s320/HBRCove_SMALL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yoz my reader, Its the starting of Holiday again in Singapore! I suppose lots of you is wondering where to go, where to enjoy your wonderful free time. Let Mr Romance introduce you one! &lt;a href="http://www.hawaiianbeachrentals.com/Hawaii/packages/1.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAWAII VOCATION PACKAGES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on HAWAII :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Maui's economy is tourism-based, practicing ecotourism protects valuable environmental assets while luring savvy travelers to experience the raw &lt;strong&gt;beauty of a Pacific Island&lt;/strong&gt;. Visiting an online vacation site is the simplest way to plan a customized trip to Maui or Kauai based on the principles of ecotourism. Jeff Berzolla of Hawaiian Beach Rentals states that, "We have traditionally specialized in providing our customers with alternative trips to Hawaii allowing them to stay in unique places and helping them coordinate the details of their &lt;strong&gt;dream vacation&lt;/strong&gt;, be it romantic, active or relaxation focused. Also, our staff enjoys living and playing in Hawaii. Time off is often spent visiting the units we rent to our customers, whether they're Maqui vocation rental or condos on Kauai, to better understand the Islands and the beautiful paradise we share with the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Grab &lt;a href="http://www.hawaiianbeachrentals.com/Hawaii/packages/1.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAWAII VOCATION PACKAGES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now and start looking forward to your DREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information for you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villas have become the new vacation trend and are quickly replacing larger, more &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vGw6ex-NKAY/RmX7JDOT4mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0oMcTcI0ysQ/s1600-h/HBRBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072736688205455970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vGw6ex-NKAY/RmX7JDOT4mI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0oMcTcI0ysQ/s320/HBRBeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;commercialized hotels as the choice place to stay for many savvy travelers. Such accommodations are perfect for those people seeking a truly relaxing, tropical vacation that provides the enjoyment, privacy and comfort of a vacation home over the impersonal environment of a traditional hotel. An out-of-the-way oasis is just a click away when you check out a site like Hawaiianbeachrentals.com that specializes in Hawaii vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don wait further, &lt;a href="http://www.hawaiianbeachrentals.com/Hawaii/packages/1.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAWAII VOCATION PACKAGES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the right choice for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-6696825068103528854?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6696825068103528854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=6696825068103528854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6696825068103528854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6696825068103528854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/06/nonromance-holiday-tips.html' title='Special Mention - HAWAII VOCATION PACKAGES'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vGw6ex-NKAY/RmX5RTOT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zyfryFEebQo/s72-c/HBRCove_SMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-3616364272476591698</id><published>2007-06-01T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:03:54.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished Business</title><content type='html'>Some may call me crazy. LOL! I beg to differ. I mean, aren't all first crushes this way? You never get completely over it; at least I haven't. I've been crushing on this dude since the second grade! That was when we first met. He stood out so effectively in every way. He was beyond cute and he wasn't just a niggard with looks. Baby boy had smarts, too. I fell head over heals for him from that very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing all that, you would think I would've jumped on that ASAP. Wrong! I was a quiet, extremely shy girl who wasn't focused on having a boyfriend. I was only 7! Nevertheless, I wasn't completely into my schoolwork either. Somehow though, I managed to get straight A's without even trying to. I sometimes thought to myself: What? Was my mother all into books in shit while she was pregnant with me, and then suddenly got dumb when I was born? I made no attempt to strive for excellence in school. It just came naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wymaine, that's his name, was the highlight of my life, for that year. I don't know what happened, but it was like he was erased from my memory until the 6th or 7th grade. That's when everything started up again. That's also when I began to gain courage and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I remember like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the 7th grade, my second year in an honors class. Most of the kids who were in regular classes looked at honors kids as stuck-up, know it all bastards. Shit, I always thought that way, too. Being in there with them kind of made me feel as if I had to start all over again to gain the "regular kids'" respect. I didn't want them to hate me as much as they hated the "smart kids," just by me being in classes with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary though, they didn't see me any different. That made me feel good, and made me attempts to go after my man! One of my friends, Shanille, was in his class that year. Right away, I put her on the case and badgered her to help me out. She wasn't tryin help me right away, so I moved on¡Kto another helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another friend, ironically named Romaine, who was real cool with him. He jumped on it as soon as I let him know the deal, but told me that Wymaine said he wasn't interested. My heart was crushed for a few days, before Shanille came to me and said Wymaine wanted my number. I nearly fainted at the sound of those words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got together, as a couple, but were surrounded by so many haters and nosey motha fuckas. I had a best friend telling one of the "cool" teachers what was going on with him and me. He had a best friend who was a terrible influence, making him real unattractive with his fake bad boy attitude. Above all, we had a kind of "in school" relationship. We never saw each other outside of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called each other every day on the phone, but not many words were exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing I got out of it was that he was a star basketball player on our school team and I was the turned-out quiet girl who became a cheerleader for that same team. At games, I would cheer him on. When he got hurt, I would act out, being all concerned and shit. And at half time and cheerleading competitions, I would work harder than any of the other girls, having everything on point and moving extra sexy, knowing he was watching. I mean, I was almost a toothpick back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the curves back then that I have now, you already know, he would've been on me like frosting on a cake! But that's another topic right there.&lt;br /&gt;Things ended between us because of the ridiculous mishaps that I explained earlier. We kept in contact with one another on and off until our sophomore year of high school. Things abruptly stopped and I thought that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I never got over him, but even seeing him in school made me too vulnerable to even converse with him. My friends always said that I stalked him around school. Not even, my dude. I just got that feeling as if nothing could faze me whenever I saw him, but still no words were said. It wasn't until recently that I convinced myself to get over my nerves and to go after that unfinished business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had his number, so I wrote a text message to him, telling him how sexy I thought he was. (That took too many balls for me to do than what already had!) He had no clue who I was at first. After remembering me, we talked, through text, for some time. We reminisced on times I had no idea he even knew about. We bugged out, and by that night, I had my man again!&lt;br /&gt;Look, Naya gets what she wants, even if it's not right away, no matter how long it may take. Look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years I finally got my book, more ready now than ever before. It's been two weeks since things have rekindled. How long it may last? Who knows? So far, he's seen a side of me that he would have never imagined, and vice versa. There's still more to come with that, but that's some shit you'll just never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Joa would say: COMING SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then just remember one thing from a person with experience. Go after that person that you may be deadly infatuated with. It's not crazy; it's just striving to get what you want. Even if you are turned down, you would feel better in the long run just knowing that you took a chance, stayed determined and positive in the process, and that you faced one of your fears. Trust me, it won't hurt; go for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-3616364272476591698?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3616364272476591698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=3616364272476591698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3616364272476591698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3616364272476591698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/06/unfinished-business.html' title='Unfinished Business'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-7682770502620129278</id><published>2007-05-15T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:22:37.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Comes In Many Different Packages</title><content type='html'>I was in my early forties, and for the life of me, I had never felt more lost then I did right then. At one time my world was captivated with kids, a husband and all of their schedules. I couldn't wait for the day that things would slow down. Only now, it seemed it had all came to a screeching halt. My husband of 24 years had been taken out of my world suddenly. We had married while I was only 17. I was a mom by the time I was 19, and a grandma by the time I was 42. How short life suddenly became. I watched my son and his wife laughing as they teased her twin brother that soon he would be married and having a kid of his own. Of course he argued back that he has never found the perfect woman for him so he didn't see that happening anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all the picture of youth as they sat on the embankment with fishing poles in hand. Jaye and his wife Angie would be having their first baby within a few short weeks. Wow, my second grandbaby. Only this time, I wouldn't have nobody to share the grand parenting roll with. I watched the ripples in the pond slowly disappear as my line sunk deeper into the depthness of the murky water. My thoughts were on everything else but trying to catch the next fish. "Jes, you've got something on your line." Rick yelled at me. Surprised I watched as my line pulled tight and was taking off towards the middle of the pond. I pulled my pole back as I began to reel in this monster sized fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After playing tug of war for a bit, I reeled in a 2lb perch. We all laughed about this "whopper" of a fish. Teasing them, I told them that I had to get it mounted, it was such a prize catch. After a little more of fishing, we all decided that it was getting late and they needed to head back to town. Rick volunteered to help me put the fishing gear back into the old barn that was used more for a storage shed then a barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaye and Angie drove off as we placed the tackle boxes and fishing poles in the old pickup and then drove to the house. After putting them back in its rightful spot, I once again began to fight with closing the door. It had somehow over the years became stubborn about shutting correctly. Rick stood back and laughed at my attempts. He then went over and got the necessary tools out of his truck and came back then fixed the problem. "Just needs a little TLC" he teased. I watched his soft brown eyes danced as he talked. This opened the door for us to visit and before either one of us knew it an hour had slipped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lied awake listening to the birds chirping outside my bedroom window. For some reason, I felt lighter then most mornings. I didn't have the gloominess hanging over me. Then the phone rang in the other room. I sprinted out of bed and was able to answer it on the fourth ring. "Hello", "Jes, this is Rick. Jaye just took Angie to the hospital. She has been having contractions for sometime now." I told him that I would be there asap. I ran out and bottled fed the calves that were in the lot, and put some food out for the dogs. Then I grabbed a shower and was out the door within 30 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaye was a basket case as he met me at the doors of the hospital. "She is hurting bad Mom. I don’t' know what to do to help her." I grinned and tried to convince him this was part of bringing a baby into the world. We walked down the corridor to the labor/delivery room where Angie was at. Rick was sitting beside her helping to take her mind off the pain through his funny way of telling stories. The contractions came closer together, and soon the nurse asked that only the "dad to be" stay in the room. Rick and I decided to go grab a coke to drink in the cafeteria. Time passed as we indulged into lengthy discussions about nothing in general. I was amazed at how easy Rick was to converse with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if there wasn't twenty years difference in our ages. The baby was adorable. She was so tiny, so sweet and so dependent on everyone around her. Jaye and Angie found that they had little time for anything else sense she had arrived. Every now and then I had the privilege of sitting with her while they had an evening out just to have a break. As I sat cradling her in my arms one evening, Rick came through their front door. "I knew that this was my chance to finally get to spoil my niece without her "mummy" standing over me being too protective."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He teased as he gently picked her up in his arms and stared in amazement at her tiny features. He ran his finger over the profile of her small image. "So precious these little creatures are." He stated. Sitting down beside me on the sofa, he propped her up on his knee as he crossed it over his other leg. He was such a strong man and to watch him handle this tiny infant was rather amusing as well as amazing. We chatted about how different things would be for her by the time she was grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was becoming more and more comfortable in his presence. It wasn't like I was sitting next to one of my children's friends, he was different somehow. He then carefully picked the sleeping child up and placed her carefully in my arms. As I fixed her receiving blanket around this small form, he leaned over closer to me and began to rub the top of her sleeping head. The strength of his body was suddenly pressing against me. I could feel his chest rising as he breathed. I was suddenly aware of his manliness. His voice softened as he spoke about her beauty. The scent of his aftershave stirred my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to close my eyes and let his being envelope mine. Then I shook myself to reality...this was my daughter-n-law's twin brother! I could feel my flesh burn from embarrassment for even allowing those feelings to take hold of me for even a second. I had never felt so uncomfortable in all my life. He still tenderly rambled on about babies and I wanted to sink into the cushions. In what seemed an eternity he got up off the sofa and told me he had to leave. I was hoping he couldn't tell how awkward I truly felt. He told me goodnight and was gone. Confusion over took my emotional state for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that after my husband had passed away that I would go through a time of being lonely, but I wasn't ready for those feelings to creep in unaware. Thanksgiving came and sadly my children all had other plans for the holiday. They were going to their in-laws for the big meal. I told them it wasn't any big deal we could have a nice dinner together the following Sunday. I wasn't about to let them know how upset I was. This was my first Thanksgiving without my husband and now without any of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears streamed down my face as I stared off into the distance from my kitchen window. I felt a pity party coming on and I didn't know if I was strong enough emotionally to shake it off. My thoughts were soon interrupted by a knock at the utility room door. I didn't remember hearing any vehicle drive up, but then again I was overwhelmed by thoughts of disappointed. In walked Rick in his 6 foot stature. I saw a look of concern over take his face. Then it dawned on me that I had been crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I wiped the tears away and sheepishly laughed as I told him I always got sentimental on holidays. He told me that was why he drove out this way. He said he knew this was my first Thanksgiving without my husband and he knew the kids would all be else where. I questioned him about why he didn’t go to his parent’s home with his sister Angie and Jaye. Suddenly he looked like the boy that had gotten caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Walking over to where I was standing, he cautiously took one of my hands in his. With his other hand, he tenderly wiped away a stray tear as it had slipped silently down my face. "I’m here for you Jes. I want to spend today with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that shock was written all over my countenance. "That is if you would like for me too." he added shyly. I couldn’t keep the tears from flowing. I tried to smile up at him. Only I now saw a side of him I didn’t know existed before. Water filled the brim of his brown eyes as he caressed my hand nervously. "Jes, I have to admit to you that I am amazed by you. You’re not like any other woman that I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to stay away from you, only I am always drawn right back to your presence. I know that there is an age difference between us, but Jes, I think I am falling in love with you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-7682770502620129278?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7682770502620129278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=7682770502620129278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/7682770502620129278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/7682770502620129278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-comes-in-many-different-packages.html' title='Love Comes In Many Different Packages'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-6511927866034910138</id><published>2007-05-09T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:30:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*New* Three Letters (Part 5 to End)</title><content type='html'>Maybe that's why I am writing this letter. Perhaps it's thinking about England in the summer, perhaps it's the sounds of the river at night but my mind wandered back to the place of long afternoons, listening to Pink Moon and Lay Lady Lay. Can you still find a way back to the taste of cheap wine, the feel of grass between your fingers and a world that was all shimmering reflections?      All those people disappeared into the world. How would they be recognised now - perhaps only by the sound of their laughter?      I'm afraid I once damaged the environment in your name and took a penknife to the willow we used to sit by. I can remember wondering if the bark would ever grow back. If you ever find yourself driving past one weekend . . . Well perhaps not, it's probably so sadly different. But I know your name will still be there, carved in the memory of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She re-folded the letter and tapped it several times against her top lip. From the hall the clock calling out the quarter hour, then a moment of stillness - time stalling - before, faintly, the clock in her study responded.      She took out the next envelope. While her fingers searched for the flap she looked at the Queen's silver silhouette. The letter was written on paper so white and thin that as her gaze fell across it she saw it as a shade of blue. The date was April 1976.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do I remember that September afternoon when I first met you? Is it possible to remember the slide into sleep or the hypnotist's fingers on your eyelids? I only know that it happened because at some stage I awoke.      Some things are clear, the lucid fragments of a dream, a conversation over the phone one Easter. We both felt down because I was working in a stuffy shop and you in a sorting office. I hated it and asked you how it was that time moved so slowly. It's okay, you said, it doesn't matter, because it will end and time passed is all the same, and anyway, in the end it's not time that you're left with.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me to go look for happiness and bring some back when I found it. But you can't bank happiness. You can't keep it for when you need it and you cannot give to someone else simply by having it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be content to watch the river flow past and drift away on the scent of water lilies. I watched days become nights and nights gently give way to days, believing I was shedding my cares when really I was storing regrets. Now I know that reading is dreaming, that dreaming is sleeping and thought inaction. When I wake I find that all I have left is thoughts of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The noise of the cat jumping clumsily onto her lap, the feeling of her pressing up and down with alternate paws, claws snagging loops of cotton.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the silhouette is not the Queen's but that of Nehru, a white head against an orange background. The stamp is stuck on at an odd angle (but still stuck after all this time!) and he stares down at the scraggly lines of a familiar address. The letter itself is written on a school child's lined paper, as her eyes run down the page they linger on the date, Nov. 1968 and the dappling of yellow blotches. What were they? Had they always been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I still can't believe you decided to go. Why go back to the grey, the dirt, the noise, the rush? There is a lifetime to do those things. I know you chase that dream of yours, but the dream is so sweetly deferred here. Here I feel as if I am absorbing the sunshine and serenity.      Since you left we moved further east where the earth here has a reddish tinge and so does the food. Today we met a group of Americans. We got a ride on the roof of their van and helped them collect firewood. They say there is an old man who sells the beads you wanted from the front of his hut, and eight miles of white sand.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am writing this in a flickering of orange and blackness. This is the best time, talking and reading, the world melting away into words, although sometimes a phrase is so beautiful I have to walk around a little just to let them settle in. One of these made me think of you. 'Do that which makes you happy to do, and you will do right.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The freezer's cooling mechanism rattled, then fell silent, and she realised that she hadn't been aware of the noise it was making. In its absence the air in the house seemed to hang with that same question; how would her life have been if she had managed to send just one of them? But the air received no answers and went back to its lazy circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time she would fold the letter away and place it back in the envelope, place the envelopes back into the bag, the bag back into the tin and the tin into the trunk. She would cover it with layers of cloth and place down the seat and lock the catch. But now she just sat for a moment, the noise of the cat's contented breathing filling the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-6511927866034910138?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6511927866034910138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=6511927866034910138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6511927866034910138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6511927866034910138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-three-letters-part-5-to-end.html' title='*New* Three Letters (Part 5 to End)'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-2045801803187979718</id><published>2007-05-09T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:27:16.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*New* Three Letters (Part 1 to 4)</title><content type='html'>It was autumn. Although still afternoon the journey had been spent peering at slowly moving red lights through clouds of condensing exhaust and the intermittent slip-slip of wipers. Now as she turned off the ignition darkness gathered silently around her. She walked head down, hood up, feeling plastic handles moulding themselves around her fingers, the carrier bag spinning one way then the next as it clipped against her leg. The pavement was thick with the slippery brown mulch of fallen leaves and the smell of bonfires wafted across the common. A thin mist clung around the streetlights producing a shifting yellow gas. Sounds were muffled and movements lethargic. Cars slipped slowly by on a film of dirty water. At her gate she delayed, unwilling to break the stillness with squeaking hinges; not yet teatime and the city was being put to sleep.      The terrace before her hugged the curve of the road tumbling erratically down the hill and into the gloom. Bending around the edges of her vision she was conscious of curtains being swished closed, stone faces bathed by the grey light of televisions, broken roof tiles, satellite dishes, bay windows, the whole higgledy-piggledy collection of guttering and skylights. For a moment her home was a stranger, a simple compartment in this huge connected structure.      She rattled the key into the lock, tilting it to the particular angle that would allow it to catch. She stepped inside, her hand brushing the light switch as she closed the door behind her. The softly lit warmth of the interior walls were a welcome contrast to the dark slimy surfaces of the outside. Two elderly neighbours warmed the house from the sides and soon she would hear the comforting noises of the boiler rousing itself into life.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept her mind occupied by these happy details of returning home as she walked along the hall and into the kitchen. She lifted the carrier bag onto the worktop and reached for the kettle. Standing in the centre of the room, still in her anorak, she listened to the sound of the water boil and felt the house adjust itself to her presence. Now she returned at all times of the day she sometimes sensed she had caught it unawares. What ghosts that had been running through rooms were now slipping reluctantly back into walls? While its inhabitants had moved the house stayed still, preserving pockets of time in dusty corners. The blue-tak tears on bedroom walls, a water-colour sun and stick man hiding behind a fitted wardrobe, a dent in a table, a crack in a mirror, were all passing moments etched into the physical world, like voices pressed into vinyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steam began to rise vertically to the ceiling where it changed direction aware of the presence of some subtle draft (or draft of some subtle presence). Through the window she could see the outline of the narrow garden, the fuzzy grey shapes of a rusting climbing frame and overflowing compost heap. Along one side a scruffy fence lent drunkenly one way then the other, while a brutally straight line of six-foot high boards marked the other side of the territory. What further anti-cat measures (minefields, tripwires perhaps) lay waiting beyond? As if summoned by her thoughts Rahel, green eyes and a flicking tail, appeared on the window ledge, her silent meows making small circles of condensation. Smiling, she unlocked the door. The cat padded in, figures of eight around her feet represented by muddy paw prints on the kitchen floor. The kettle worked itself towards a crescendo, beads of perspiration appeared on its sides and it shook violently unable to contain the bubbling pressure inside. Abruptly it finished, sat back on the filament and turned itself off.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached up to the top cupboards for the coffee jar and bent down for those that contained the mugs. Here she paused, confused by the vast number of assorted cup, mugs and beakers that stared blankly back at her. Why did she have so many? Where had they come from? She sighed as she straightened pulling out a standard shaped mug with handle; colour - light blue; design - three letters emblazoned in gold, S U E.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took off her coat and laid it over the back of the oak kitchen chair and sat down. She let her feet slip out of her shoes and raised them onto the fitted bench across the other side of the table. Above the bench were shelves supporting decorative plates in wire stands, a Charles and Diana mug (more mugs!), and a collection of photographs showing either madly grinning or defiantly sulky children (both on the verge of crying). As she looked the image of a growing family seemed to slowly recede to reveal the image of a shrinking woman.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the sudden sound of water flooding into a drain as somewhere nearby a plug was pulled from a sink, a toilet was flushed or maybe a washing machine emptied itself and she realised that her coffee had gone cold. She moved to the sink and ran the hot water. Staring out into darkness she listened to the succession of far-off bangs and shudders from the network of pipes. Bathed in yellow light hovering over the gloom of the garden she looked in at a woman repeatedly working a tea towel around the inside of a mug. Who was she? Why was she so miserable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook herself and took out the plug. Slipped away again into nothing time (that time that flowed into the gaps between the things you did). Wouldn't a wasted minute become a wasted hour, wasted hours become wasted days? Where could she be now if she hadn't been doing, what? - making tea, sitting in traffic jams, reading the local paper, standing in a supermarket queue. Best avoided, the thought of her life draining into these moments.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She unpacked the carrier bag. She put away the milk, the orange, the biscuits and the cat food, then struggled to slide the two pizza's into an already crowded freezer spraying tiny shards of ice across the floor. An overflowing collection of polythene bags scrunched inside other polythene bags in the bottom of a cupboard was her commitment to recycling. When it was opened a white plastic avalanche slid towards her. She threw in the latest addition and slammed the door. A lone bag made a break for freedom and buoyed by the swish of air it lifted across the room like a jellyfish. Two pairs of eyes followed its progress over the spice rack and breadboard until it was caught on a bottle of olive oil.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oak bench was not just a foot rest. She had made this discovery during a rigorous cleaning session one New Year. Under the lip of the removable cushioned seat she had found a small catch, rusty enough to break two nails. Eventually it yielded and raised to reveal a dark, hollow chest. Despite a few moments when her heartbeat seemed to fill the house, it proved to contain nothing more exciting than a pile of old newspapers - more dirtiness to clean. It was, she decided, an ideal place to store tablecloths and tea towels, but steadily it began to swallow bedding, pillowcases and blankets of various sorts. Really, it was ridiculous to think that no one else was aware of its existence (was she the only one ever to change a bed, lay a table?) Still, she always thought of it as hers, and, when alone in the house, she opened it, she experienced a flush of childish excitement. She felt it rise now as her fingers fumbled beneath soft layers of folded cotton searching for the sharp cold of a shiny metal toffee tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put the tin on the table. Inside lay a medal from the Polish Airforce; a commemorative coin; a pebble taken from Ilfracomb beach in 1978 (could she really remember the heavy heat of that day or did she need the proof of the pebble to tell her she had been there); a present bought but never given; and inside a neatly folded bag, three envelopes. She glanced around the room, from somewhere inside a wall a pipe clanked - the house clearing its throat - and took out the top envelope.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An antelope leapt across a colourful stamp. It looked startled as antelopes often do caught in the sights of the black postmark. The paper inside was thick and cream-coloured, it had a blue letterhead and the date in the top right hand corner was July 2000. As she let her eyes wander over the page she noticed it was just a little crumpled, stiff in places, as if it had been wetted then dried. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be something of a surprise. If, that is, this letter gets to you. I remembered your address, of course, but then it suddenly struck me that maybe you had moved and I didn't know and anyway the post round here isn't exactly reliable. So perhaps I am only writing a letter to myself.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really now that I've started I can't think what it was I wanted to say. I think it was just the act of writing that was important, just to feel as if I was still in contact with things, although I guess a blank piece of paper in an envelope would have seemed a little strange.      I've really no need to ask how things are with you. It all seems to have worked out pretty much as you planned. But still I hope you are both healthy and happy.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I've done nothing very exciting to tell you about. Here is just an endless succession of long boring tasks, and then there's the heat and the clouds of flies that rise from the river and make everything twice as hard. But this evening as I washed and dried my clothes suddenly there was this feeling of satisfaction. Strange, five months of toil and worry then calm descends as welcome and unexpected as an ice-cream van clattering through the bush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-2045801803187979718?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2045801803187979718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=2045801803187979718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2045801803187979718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2045801803187979718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-three-letters-part-1-to-4.html' title='*New* Three Letters (Part 1 to 4)'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-5417902393914835167</id><published>2007-05-06T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:46:38.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms</title><content type='html'>On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, “You are the kind of man who best draws girls.” Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, “Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn’t' help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said, “You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company.” Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, “Divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together.” I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. “I've got something to tell you,” I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised a serious topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, “why? I'm serious.” I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, “You are not a man!” At that night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn’t want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, “Do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?” This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, “I remember.” “You carried me in your arms,” she continued, “so, I have a requirement, and that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.” I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. “No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce,” she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, “Daddy is holding mummy in his arms!!” His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, “Let us start from today, don t tell our son.” I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, “The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn’t tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to her, “It seems not difficult to carry you now.” She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, “All my dresses have grown looser.” I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. “Dad, it's time to carry mum out.” He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, “Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.” I held her tightly and said, “Both you and I didn’t notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.” I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, “Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.” She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead.  “You got no fever.” she said. I moved her hand off my head. “Sorry, Dew,” I said, “I can only say sorry to you, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of life, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.” Dew seemed to suddenly wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and wrote, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-5417902393914835167?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5417902393914835167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=5417902393914835167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5417902393914835167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5417902393914835167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-you-divorce-me-carry-me-out-in.html' title='When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-4197325087512206668</id><published>2007-05-03T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:45:15.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Rib</title><content type='html'>A girl in love asked her boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl (g): Tell me... who do you love most in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Boy (b): You, of course!&lt;br /&gt;(g): In your heart, what am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;(b): The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, "You are my rib." In the Bible, 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 long while. However, the youthful couple, due to busy schedule of modern life, the never-ending worries of daily problems, began to drift apart and their life became mundane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years have since gone by.. He had 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 one 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 reunions 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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b): How are you?&lt;br /&gt;(g): I'm fine. How about you... Have you found your missing rib?&lt;br /&gt;(b): No.&lt;br /&gt; (g): I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.&lt;br /&gt;(b): I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my number... Nothing has changed. With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye.. Good-bye.. Is it forever not meeting each other again? 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 his missing rib that he had carelessly broken..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-4197325087512206668?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4197325087512206668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=4197325087512206668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/4197325087512206668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/4197325087512206668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/missing-rib.html' title='The Missing Rib'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-5078142145958065792</id><published>2007-05-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:43:29.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 sorries</title><content type='html'>It was first day of the mid-year exams, therefore i finished school a little earlier, i called him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hey, i finished school earlier today, would you come by and pick me up?&lt;br /&gt;XOXO : Alright, give me 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Me : 5 minutes? But my school is just beside your house.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO : I need to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Alright, make it fast then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm in the afternoon, the sun is extremely hot, I stood under a shaded tree and fan myself. Although it doesn't make much of a difference, it was better that I fanned. 5 minutes have passed, he's still not shown up, I was a lil' unhappy while looking at my watch. 10 minutes and he's still not here....couldn't be that he was met with an accident? 15 minutes passed, he finally shown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Why are you so late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't even a lil' bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO : Nahz, was watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What?! TV?! Why don't you sleep, bathe and eat before you come down then? I haven't got anything else to say for that, didn't take the helmet he handed me but stood there and stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO : Sorry. This was the first time he said sorry to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an egoistical person all along and has never once apologised to a girl. I looked at him, Alright, took the helmet and let him sent me home. He is always acting like this, no explanations, no friction, no quarrels. The only thing he does is to apologise. To me, some things can't be settled with a sorry. I would never go on asking after every time he apologises. He told me, that was the first time he said sorry to a girl. Although it take courage to admit mistakes, he never once correct his mistakes.  Saying sorry became a word to shut me up instead. Tears flowed down my cheek on the 59th time he apologised.   I dropped my head.Me : you don't ever need to say sorry to me again. If you can never change, then don't let me keep giving you chances again and again hoping and believing that you would change each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held me lightly, and said the 60th sorry. Even then, he did not change, and there was no explanation whatsoever. I began to worry if there was something he was keeping from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What's wrong with you these few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; XOXO : Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Then why are you acting so strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO : I am not. Me : What can you say other than this answer? Do you know I'm very worried, very insecure, do you treat me as your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO : I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I don't want to hear you say sorry again. I put down the phone and he did not call back. He doesn't even care about me. Maybe we should....break up. .....this was the 99th time he said sorry... From that day onwards, I never once called me or went to look for him. Sometimes I get an anonymous phonecall but everytime I said hello, it was dead, i think it's a call from him, but why don't he speak up? After one month have passed, I couldn't contain the feelings I still have for him anymore and went to his school to find him. I went outside his classroom and looked around, but there was no sign of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : excuse me, is XOXO here today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate : I'm afraid he already stopped schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh? Why? When was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate : He hasn't been in school for a month already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh erms...thanks. One month....not in school for one month...why is that so? I stumbled home. Called his hp: Sorry the caller is currently unavailable, please leave your message after the tone.... I put down the phone, and called his house next, but there was no answer. How can it be? The whole family migrated? It seems as though he has already disappeared from the face on the earth leaving not even a single trace. I couldn't find him....just as I was feeling distraughted, the phone suddenly sounded, it was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was one of his brothers and also my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Hey, what have you been doing? XOXO is in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : REALLY? WHAT HAPPENED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Oh he is in ZZ hospital, the one you stayed in last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I'll be right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the fastest speed my legs could carry and when I reached the hospital I saw that his parents were already there. I asked them for the room number and flew across the hall. He was lying on bed, looking at me, not saying a word, not moving a muscle, Me : Hey, what happened to you? Why didn't you contact me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not answer, and used the same stare on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Come on answer me...why don't you speak? A tear flowed down the side of his eye, and it looked as though he used the greatest amount of strength that he could master to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO : I'm...sorry... After that, his eyes went shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hey, don't fool around alright...why say sorry to me?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Don't say sorry to me....please wake up....answer me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wept and fell down on the side of his bed, pulling his shirt I cried out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Why do you have to apologise? Why don't you give me an explanation instead?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I won't forgive you, wake up, saying sorry is no use...&lt;br /&gt;Me : If you don't wake up I'll never ever forgive you in this lifetime, please I beg of you..open your eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the 100th sorry. A group of medical staff, doctors, nurses pulled me away and tried to revive him. I had no strength to stand up... My mind was a blank.... my eyes could only see a sea of black. He did not leave this world...I merely lost the chance to touch him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he would appear in my dreams sometimes, telling me how he was doing. He's still accompanying me, still alive, in my heart. would still laugh at my silliness, and call me his darling....just that...he never apologise to me anymore. After a month, his mom came to look for me, and gave me a box... inside was 100 photographs, everyone had a story behind them... the reasons why he made me angry. The first time, my dear, I did not purposely arrive late to pick you up. I know this excuse is really lame, but I didn't have the heart to tell you the truth then, before I stepped out of the house, I felt a pain in my chest, but I still made it a point to meet you, please forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, my dear, I... The third time, my dear, I... The 100th time, my dear, I didn't mean to leave you alone in this world, It had to be so because God did not give me the chance to say I Love You for this lifetime of mine, and to put the ring on your finger.... You are the first girl I apologised to. And also the first girl I want to be with for the rest of my life... Forgive me for not able to bring you happiness but I have thus become your angel, always looking out for you... Looking at you while you find your happiness...promise me...don't shed a tear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you weep like this for me, I Love You ~ XOXO How can I not cry? What you said was just too impossible. The last photograph was of him in the hospital, Although he was skinny, the smile on his face was bright as ever. His face was white and yet he tried his best to give his last smile on the last photo, the 100th. At the time when he needed me the most, I wasn't with him. Me : I'm sorry. I held the photo tightly and cried for us.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-5078142145958065792?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5078142145958065792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=5078142145958065792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5078142145958065792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5078142145958065792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/100-sorries.html' title='100 sorries'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-2266656841628715616</id><published>2007-05-01T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:06:42.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree, Leaf, Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The reason I'm called tree is because I'm good at painting trees.&lt;br /&gt;Overtime I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting. I have dated 5 gals when I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-U.&lt;br /&gt;There's one gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her. She doesn't have a pretty face, doesn't have a good figure, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have outstanding charm.&lt;br /&gt;She is just a very ordinary gal. I like her. I really like her. Like her innocent, like her frankness. Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility.&lt;br /&gt;Reason for not going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a good match for me. I'm also afraid that after we are together all the&lt;br /&gt;good feelings will vanish. I'm also afraid other's gossips will hurt her. I felt that if she's the&lt;br /&gt;gal, she will be mine ultimately &amp; I don't have to give&lt;br /&gt;up everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompany me for 3 years. She watched me chase after gals, and I have made her heart cry for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be a good actress and I'm a very demanding director. When I kissed my second girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but&lt;br /&gt;smile &amp;amp; say "Go on!" before&lt;br /&gt;running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut. I purposely didn't want to think about what causes her to cry&lt;br /&gt;but laugh at her the whole day. When everybody go back home, she was alone crying in the classroom. She didn't know that I returned from soccer&lt;br /&gt;training to get something. I watch her cry for an hour or so. My fourth girlfriend didn't like her. There was once when both of them quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;I know that based on her character she's not the type that will start off the quarrel. But I still sided with my girlfriend. I shouted at her and her eyes&lt;br /&gt;were filled shocked. I didn't care about her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she still laughs &amp; joke with me like nothing has&lt;br /&gt;ever happened. I know that she's very hurt but she didn't know that my heart ache is as bad as hers. When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her out.&lt;br /&gt;After going out for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her. She told me that coincidentally, she has something to tell me too. I told her about my&lt;br /&gt;break up and she told me about her getting together. I know who the guy is. He has been going after her for quite a while. A very cute guy full of energy,&lt;br /&gt;lively and interesting. His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school. I can't show her my heart ache but could only smile &amp;amp; congratulate her.&lt;br /&gt;When I reach home, the heart ache is so strong that I can't stand it. It's like a heavy weighted stone on my chest. I couldn't breath.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to shout but can't. Tears rolled down &amp; I broke down &amp;amp; cry. How many times have I seen her cry for the man that doesn't acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;her presence too? During graduation, I read a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;. It&lt;br /&gt;was send 10 days ago when I broke down and cry. I haven't read it since then.&lt;br /&gt;It says&lt;strong&gt; "LEAF’S departure is because of WIND pursuit, or because TREE didn't ask her to stay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why? Because I felt that for&lt;br /&gt;a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a lot of&lt;br /&gt;courage. During the 3 years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-U I was on very close terms with a guy. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BGR&lt;/span&gt; kind but as buddy kind. But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learnt a&lt;br /&gt;feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. The sourness in the heart can't be described by using a lemon. It's like 100 rotten sour lemons.&lt;br /&gt;The sourness is to the extreme limit of a person. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;But after a month, he got together with another gal. I like him &amp; I know he like me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he loves me why he doesn't want to&lt;br /&gt;make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. Time after time, my heart was hurt. I begin to suspect that this is a one&lt;br /&gt;sided love. If he doesn't like me, why does he treat me so well? It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. Liking a person is very heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;I can&lt;br /&gt;know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a gal to ask him right? Despite that, I still want&lt;br /&gt;to be by his side. Caring for him, accompanying him, loving him, hoping that one fine day, he will come &amp;amp; love me. It's like waiting for his phone call&lt;br /&gt;every night, wanting him to send me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;. I know that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me. Because of this, I waited for him. The 3 years&lt;br /&gt;were the hardest to go through &amp; I really want to give up. Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting.&lt;br /&gt;The pain and hurt, the dilemma accompanies&lt;br /&gt;me for 3 years. Till the end of my 3rd year, a second year junior begins to go after me. Everyday, he pursues me relentlessly. From outright rejection&lt;br /&gt;to a certain point in time when I felt that I'm willing to let him have a small footing in my heart. He's like a warm &amp;amp; gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away&lt;br /&gt;from the tree. In the end, I realized that I didn't want to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave&lt;br /&gt;far away &amp; better land. Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile &amp;amp; didn't ask me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LEAF’S departure is because of WIND pursuit, or because TREE didn't ask her to stay"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like&lt;br /&gt;a gal called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree so I have to be a gust wind. A big wind in order to blow her away. When I first&lt;br /&gt;met her, it was 1 month after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite person looking at my seniors &amp; me playing soccer. During &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ECA&lt;/span&gt; time,&lt;br /&gt;she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him. When he talks with gals there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at&lt;br /&gt;her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like how she likes to look at him. One day, she didn't&lt;br /&gt;appear. I felt something&lt;br /&gt;amiss. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and&lt;br /&gt;saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled&lt;br /&gt;to her. Took out a note &amp;amp; gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &amp; accepted the note. The next day, she appeared &amp;amp; passed me a&lt;br /&gt;note and left.&lt;br /&gt;"Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away" - Leaf.&lt;br /&gt;"It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It is because leaf never want to leave tree" - Wind.&lt;br /&gt;I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me &amp; accept my presents &amp;amp; phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not&lt;br /&gt;me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every&lt;br /&gt;time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can't&lt;br /&gt;remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope, hoping that she will&lt;br /&gt;agree to be my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked "What are you doing?" How come you didn't want to reply?"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I couldn't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly&lt;br /&gt;changed and took a taxi and rush to her place &amp; press her door bell. The&lt;br /&gt;moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LEAF’S departure is because of WIND pursuit, or because TREE didn't ask her to stay"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*Credit: Story contributed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YingYing&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*Note from Mr.Romance: Thank for yous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;submission&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-2266656841628715616?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2266656841628715616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=2266656841628715616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2266656841628715616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2266656841628715616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/tree-leaf-wind.html' title='Tree, Leaf, Wind'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-5075325945169733016</id><published>2007-05-01T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:03:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing For My Beloved</title><content type='html'>One of our favorite patients had been in and out of our small, rural hospital several times, and all of us on med-surg had grown quite attached to her and her husband. In spite of terminal cancer and resulting pain, she never failed to give us a smile or a hug. Whenever her husband came to visit, she glowed. He was a nice man, very polite and as friendly as his wife. I had grown quite attached to them and was always glad to care for her. I admired their expression of love. Daily, he brought her fresh flowers and a smile, then sat by her bed as they held hands and talked quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pain was too much and she cried or became confused, he hugged her gently in his arms and whispered until she rested. He spent every available moment at her bedside, giving her small sips of water and stroking her brow. Every night, before he left for home, he closed the door so they could spend time alone together. When he was gone, we'd find her sleeping peacefully with a smile on her lips. On this night, however, things were different. As soon as I entered report, the day nurses informed us she had steadily taken a turn for the worse and wouldn't make it through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was sad, I knew that this was for the best. At least my friend wouldn't be in pain any longer. I left report and checked on her first. When I entered the room, she aroused and smiled weakly, but her breathing was labored and I could tell it wouldn't be long. Her husband sat beside her, smiling, too, and said, "My Love is finally going to get her reward." Tears came to my eyes, so I asked if they needed anything and left quickly. I offered care and comfort throughout the evening, and at about midnight she passed away with her husband still holding her hand. I consoled him and with tears running down his cheeks he said, "May I please be alone with her for awhile?" I hugged him and closed the door behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood outside the room, blotting my tears and missing my friend and her smile. And I could feel the pain of her husband in my own heart. Suddenly from the room came the most beautiful male voice I have ever heard singing. It was almost haunting the way it floated through the halls. All of the other nurses stepped out into the hallways to listen as he sang "Beautiful Brown Eyes" at the top of his lungs. When the tune faded, the door opened and he called to me. He looked me in the eyes then hugged me saying, "I sang that song to her every night from the first day we met. Normally I close the door and keep my voice down so as not to disturb the other patients. But I had to make sure she heard me tonight as she was on her way to heaven. She had to know that she will always be my forever love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please apologize to anyone I bothered. I just don't know how I will make it without her, but I will continue to sing to her every night. Do you think she will hear me?" I nodded my head "yes," unable to stop my tears. He hugged me again, kissed my cheek, and thanked me for being their nurse and friend. He thanked the other nurses, then turned and walked down the hall, his back hunched, whistling the song softly as he went. As I watched him leave I prayed that I, too, would someday know that kind of forever love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Credit: This story is contributed by Ying Ying.*&lt;br /&gt;*Note from Mr.Romance: YingYing, thank for your story!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-5075325945169733016?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5075325945169733016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=5075325945169733016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5075325945169733016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5075325945169733016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/05/sing-for-my-beloved.html' title='Sing For My Beloved'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-6389902107992650248</id><published>2007-04-26T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:49:46.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Setting Sun...</title><content type='html'>The rocking chair was squeaking as Magdalene was knitting. Her withering hands moved swiftly and amazingly she was able to finish a sweater... a beautiful sweater for her grand child... a grandchild that never was. Pearly drops of tears were forming a pool on the floor. Her heart ached as she remembered the years that quickly passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt like she was flying as she tried to catch the bus. The next one going to her route would take fifteen minutes to arrive and she was running late. Almost there, she felt herself smile. She leaped like a gazelle. The people around thought she was weird, but she didn't mind. All was well until a nerdy looking man tried to beat her to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bumped into each other then fought. The bus left them before anyone of them could enter. "It's your fault," she cried. "It was yours...you did not look at where you were looking." "You were the one who wasn't looking." He stared at her for the first time. She was right. He did not look. For if he saw her, he would have even lifted her up the stairs...maybe up to her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he would have claimed her there...and ask her to get married, except he could not do that. He had already two families to feed. 'I do not need to tell her that,' he thought. Her eyebrows met as she watched him staring at her. "I'm.... I’m Lionel Peterson...and you're?" She hesitated for a while then said, "Magdalene Honors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook her hand then kissed it. Magdalene wanted to hit him, but wondered why she didn't. "Why don't we take the next bus and skip going to work today?" He said with his pearly white teeth showing. "Who knows? Maybe it's fate that brought us together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know why, but she said yes. They took the next bus going to who knows where, went down three stops and had the grandest time. There was a carnival where they were and they agreed to go there. She won for him a stuffed pig and he won for her a stuffed dog. They both ate caramel apples and rode all they could ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both never felt this way before and they knew it. A little while later they found themselves inside a motel room and kissing their hearts out. At the peak of their emotions, Lionel stopped. "I can't do this to you." "But I'm willing." "I love you too much to do this." "If you love me, I needn't worry." He looked out the window then faced her. With tears in his eyes he told her the truth. His bigamy case and how he fell in love with her the minute he set his eyes on her. He also told her that he never enjoyed a single day before with anybody else...and that he knew in his heart that his love for her was pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then take me." "I can't...I'll just bring you...wait here, I'll hail a taxi." She did what she was told. A little while later the man at the motel registration went to her. "Your cab is here." "Where is Lionel?" "He left, but he has a note for you." She read the note that said: “I'll love you forever, Magdalene." She also noticed that he signed it. She hugged the note then thanked the man. With careful steps, she rode the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never saw Lionel again, but she never loved another man. Now that she's old and weary, she was alone. As she was knitting a muffler, the doorbell rung. She stood up, and looked at the peephole. She opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of her was Lionel. He was old like her, but she knew his eyes. "Lionel...how did you find me?" "It wasn't easy, but I'm finally free...would you still want me?" She did not need to answer. She took him in her arms and embraced him hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalene silently thank the Lord. She wasn't alone anymore. She had someone beside her in her sunset years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-6389902107992650248?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6389902107992650248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=6389902107992650248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6389902107992650248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6389902107992650248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/into-setting-sun.html' title='Into The Setting Sun...'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-6649849195783277976</id><published>2007-04-17T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:39:33.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of Regret...</title><content type='html'>There was this guy who believed very much in true love and decided to take his time to wait for his right girl to appear. He believed that there would definitely be someone special out there for him, but none came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year at Christmas, his ex-girlfriend would return from Vancouver to look him up. He was aware that she still held some hope of re-kindling the past romance with him. He did not wish to mislead her in any way. So he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his steady whenever she came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That went on for several years and each year, the guy would get a different girl to pose as his romantic interest. So whenever the ex-girlfriend came to visit him, she would be led into believing that it was all over between her and the guy. The girl took all those rather well, often trying to casually tease him about his different girlfriends, or so, as it seemed! In fact, the girl often wept in secret whenever she saw him with another girl, but she was too proud to admit it. Still, every Christmas, she returned, hoping to re-kindle some form of romance. But each time, she returned to Vancouver feeling disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she decided that she could not play that game any longer. Therefore, she confronted him and professed that after all those years, he was still the only man that she had ever loved. Although the guy knew of her feelings for him, he was still taken back and have never expected her to react that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always thought that she would slowly forget about him over time and come to terms that it was all over between them. Although he was touched by her undying love for him and wanted so much to accept her again, he remembered why he rejected her in the first place-she was not the one he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he hardened his heart and turned her down cruelly. Since then, three years have passed and the girl never return anymore. They never even wrote to each other. The guy went on with his life..... still searching for the one but somehow deep inside him, he missed the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Christmas of 1995, he went to his friend's party alone. "Hey, how come all alone this year? Where are all your girlfriends? What happened to that Vancouver babe who joins you every Christmas?", asked one of his friend. He felt warm and comforted by his friend's queries about her, still he just surged on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he came upon one of his many girlfriends whom he once requested to pose as his steady. He wanted so much to ignore her ..... not that he was impolite, but because at that moment, he just didn't feel comfortable with those girlfriends anymore. It was almost like he was being judged by them. The girl saw him and shouted across the floor for him. Unable to avoid her, he went up to acknowledge her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi......how are you? Enjoying the party?" the girl asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure.....yeah!", he replied.She was slightly tipsy..... must be from the whiskey on her hand. She continued,"Why...? Don't you need someone to pose as your girlfriend this year?" Then he answered, "No, there is no need for that anymore......"Before he can continue, he was interrupted, "Oh yes! Must have found a girlfriend! You haven't been searching for one for the past years, right?" The man looked up, as if he has struck gold, his face beamed and looked directly at the drunken girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Yes......you are right! I haven't been looking for anyone for the past years."With that, the man darted across the floor and out the door, leaving the lady in much bewilderment. He finally realized that he has already found his dream girl, and she was.....the Vancouver girl all along! The drunken lady has said something that awoken him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along he has found his girl. That was why he did not bother to look further when he realized she was not coming back. It was not any specific girl he was seeking! It was perfection that he wanted, and yes.....perfection!!Relationship is something both parties should work on. Realizing that he had let away someone so important in his life, he decided to call her immediately. His whole mind was flooded with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was afraid that she might have found someone new or no longer had the same feelings anymore..... For once, he felt the fear of losing someone.&lt;br /&gt;As it was Christmas eve, the line was quite hard to get through, especially an overseas call. He tried again and again, never giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he got through......precisely at 1200 midnight. He confessed his love for her and the girl was moved to tears. It seemed that she never got over him! Even after so long, she was still waiting for him, never giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited to meet her and to begin his new chapter of their lives. He decided to fly to Vancouver to join her. It was the happiest time of their lives! But their happy time was short-lived. Two days before he was supposed to fly to Vancouver, he received a call from her father. She had a head-on car collision with a drunken driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed away after 6 hours in a coma.The guy was devastated, as it was a complete loss. Why did fate played such cruel games with him? He cursed the heaven for taking her away from him, denying even one last look at her! How cruel he cursed! How he damned the Gods...!! How he hated himself....for taking so long to realize his mistake!! That was in 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Treasure what you have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time is too slow for those who wait;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Too swift for those who fear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Too long for those who grief;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Too short for those who rejoice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But for those who love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time is Eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you out there with someone special in your heart, cherish that person, cherish every moment that you spend together that special someone, for in life, anything can happen anytime. You may painfully regret, only to realise that it is too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-6649849195783277976?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6649849195783277976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=6649849195783277976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6649849195783277976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/6649849195783277976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/story-of-regret.html' title='Story of Regret...'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-396943287811998391</id><published>2007-04-17T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:35:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My SMS Pal...</title><content type='html'>My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.&lt;br /&gt;I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they're miles away.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.&lt;br /&gt;Same number...Such determination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ply reply 2 dis msg &amp; b an angel &amp;amp; save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.&lt;br /&gt;Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep me as a frnd &amp; I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up &amp;amp; throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..."One day, she sent this message to me.&lt;br /&gt;I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson &amp; f u evr find 1, hold on &amp;amp; nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping &amp; holdin on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf &amp;amp; nvr come back again."&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes &amp; der u r. Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.&lt;br /&gt;I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read r mind f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me &amp;amp; pray dat u will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my phone's message tone again... at last!It was from her!&lt;br /&gt;"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.&lt;br /&gt;The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!&lt;br /&gt;"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down." "I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses.&lt;br /&gt;"You are always welcome, Love" "Julius, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked, pleadingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget you...you will always be here in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lived in an exclusive subdivision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.&lt;br /&gt;The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.&lt;br /&gt;No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.&lt;br /&gt;"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her."&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.&lt;br /&gt;"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.&lt;br /&gt;"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears," she said you will come, and here you are.&lt;br /&gt;Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she hadtold me she went everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing didnt teach me &amp; it hurts mor - u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-396943287811998391?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/396943287811998391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=396943287811998391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/396943287811998391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/396943287811998391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-sms-pal.html' title='My SMS Pal...'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-7680655472213026760</id><published>2007-04-07T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:15:14.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Nice Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and  when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two  sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her  boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she  shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing  spree you’d ever orchestrated in Halo2 to rant about a rumor that romantically  linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And  even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you  paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread  around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after  numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she  dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she  flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by  announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were  invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because  you’re nice like that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And I wish I could  logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus  and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the  workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical,  manipulative b**ches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but  when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such  as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for  me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him  out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet,  they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect  their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that  are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t  figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice  guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete a** now!). But one  thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last  forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought  and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted.  The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that  are single.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You  know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as  ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience  in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting  services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy,  inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the  faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go  out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved  vindication is coming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-7680655472213026760?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7680655472213026760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=7680655472213026760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/7680655472213026760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/7680655472213026760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-nice-guys.html' title='To The Nice Guys'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-310368163632612367</id><published>2007-04-07T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:13:48.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOLCE VITA 'aka'  SWEET TIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I met her on the net, how? I can't remember, but it seems to me that it is this  'little theory' which I declared in the cyberspace that caught her attention.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"If I have a million dollars, I would buy a house. Do I have a  million?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. That's why I don't have a house."&lt;br /&gt;"If I have wings, I can  fly. Do I have wings?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. So I can never fly."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"If all the waters are drawn out of Pacific Ocean, but it still can't put off  the flame of love between us. Can all the waters of Pacific Ocean be drawn  off?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. That’s why I don't love you."&lt;br /&gt;That's me, a typical science  student. First, you come up with an assumption, then you fit a suitable  conclusion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If the proposed assumption doesn't stand at all, then everything is just  bullshit. I guess this is what they call 'unromantic'.&lt;br /&gt;But she is an  exception. She actually mailed me and said that I am an 'interesting'  person.&lt;br /&gt;'Interesting’? What a word to use on me, it's like using 'faithful'  on Mr. Clinton. I thought this gal must be a low-IQ organism, or suffering from  serious brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, her nick doesn't seems so bad&lt;br /&gt;-FLYNDANCE  -&lt;br /&gt;That’s quite a unique one.&lt;br /&gt;But I was warning myself: Hello, this is the  virtual world of Internet. Who knows what might be lurking behind a beautiful  nick.&lt;br /&gt;Talking from experience, most of the time it will be a 'dinosaur' in  disguise, the only differences will be whether it is a carnivore or a herbivore.  But, I know she is way different from a 'dinosaur', she is special.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I guess its time for the appearance of FlyNDance.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since she mailed  to tell me that I am 'interesting', I was always wishing to meet her in #ajcrr.  Too bad, lady luck was just not on my side. So I can only reply her letter to  tell her that I will start to train myself to become an 'interesting' person,  just to show that she is far-sighted.&lt;br /&gt;She replied my reply, I replied her  reply to my reply, she again replied my reply to her reply.....blah  blah.....blah....&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I just started a chain-reaction!&lt;br /&gt;Actually what  interested me the most is this 'para' she wrote in one of the mails....&lt;br /&gt;'I  dance slightly, amidst the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Your glance on me be it surprise, be it  admiration, It ain't gonna stop my rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos it's not your glance that  made me dance, it's my heart of youth.'&lt;br /&gt;I simply cannot relate this gal to  any of the 'dinosaurs'.&lt;br /&gt;But if she really is a dinosaur, I am willing to let  her have her fill.&lt;br /&gt;Tye, my best pal unfortunately, noticed my little affair  with FlyNDance, and has been perpetually warning me about this....&lt;br /&gt;"HELLO!!!  You don't even know what she looks like, why take the risk? Maybe 'she' is a  guy!! Haha!!"&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame Tye for his ignorance. Ever since he was dumped  by Sally in Sec 4, he has become a renowned 'playboy'.&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes:  "Once bitten, Twice shy".&lt;br /&gt;In this case, after Tye was bitten, he has mastered  the art of skinning snakes alive, and make into soup. But he got all the factors  to be a playboy, I always think he is the 19 year-old version of Brad  Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;Tall, handsome and got this tongue that causes diabetes in every women  he targets. I don't think he can even remember how many girlfriends he had .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went online that night, log onto #ajcrr and..... Yesh!! She is there!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before I can get over the surprise and the daze, she sent me a  message.....&lt;br /&gt;"hey slorr...so late liao haven't slept ahh??"&lt;br /&gt;Now what? Now  what??!! Ok ok, I had to calm down first. I swallowed hard on my saliva, took a  few deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;Now where is that Tye when I needed him most at such crucial  moment, somebody to tell me what to say to her.&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to attract her  with my pathetic humour which has gone stale.&lt;br /&gt;"slorr... me in a foul mood  today...can't sleep.. u leh??"&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER'S (direct translation to Chinese), what  slorr slorr...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;now when I read it twice in a row, I am beginning to feel disgusted in that  nick Tye gave me. Tye said that: "Who knows? It might attract some innocent gals  into talking to you.... Haha...."&lt;br /&gt;"I am not feeling very good too.... so  let's sad together."&lt;br /&gt;Finally squeezed a sentence out, but I can already feel  droplets of sweat forming on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I m not in a bad mood, I  just wanna follow up her topic that's all.&lt;br /&gt;And if she ask for the reason for  my feeling down, I can say:&lt;br /&gt;"since u r feeling down, how can I ever be  happy?"&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds mushy, but Tye said: "MUSHYNESS IS THE FUNDAMENTAL  TO ALL COURTSHIP."&lt;br /&gt;And gals are a very weird species, they trust their ears  far more than their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So instead of doing 10 things to impress her, why  not just say a sentence to move her.&lt;br /&gt;"ok... but u haven't greet me  leh..."&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT! How can I forget simple manners to gals. To think they call  me 'MR COURTEOUS' in school.&lt;br /&gt;If this thing ever leaks out in school, I would  lost all my female fans.&lt;br /&gt;"nice to meet u...miss long-hair..."&lt;br /&gt;I've been  wishing that she's keeping long hair.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tye said that:&lt;br /&gt;"FlyNDance...hmm...she would either be long-haired or a  desperado, because when gals dance, only 2 parts of them may fly: hair and  skirt.&lt;br /&gt;So if she doesn't has long hair, that means her skirt flies when she  dances, AH-HA!! This has a certain sexual hint in it... haha.." "heh? how u know  I got long hair?"&lt;br /&gt;BINGO!! Heaven is on my side this time. It goes to prove  that she is not a DESPERADO. Yesh!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"not only that....I also know u seldom wear skirt...."&lt;br /&gt;I increased the  stake, if I am correct this time, peace on earth forever.&lt;br /&gt;"err... I guess u r  rite lor.. but how u know one?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.... I m good ahh...&lt;br /&gt;"just  guess..."&lt;br /&gt;"ok lor... hey slorr... tell u wat.. me tired liaoz... u&lt;br /&gt;coming  online tomorrow morning??" "ya... y??.."&lt;br /&gt;Please...please...please say the u  coming too, if not I m going to kill myself for letting u go tonight.&lt;br /&gt;"I’ll  see ya tomorrow at 10 am then...good night..."&lt;br /&gt;"er.. should be today at 10  am.. ok.. good night too"&lt;br /&gt;I just blurted out a last sentence....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Offline. Suddenly I was so impressed by my performance just now.&lt;br /&gt;But is  the season of spring really arriving for me? I wish.... "slorr... what a  coincidence ahh..."&lt;br /&gt;"yeh... I m not late." "ya lor... so qiao.."&lt;br /&gt;Gals are  weird, I thought we already had an arrangement, why do I have to pretend that  its not.&lt;br /&gt;They must have watched too many movies, and like to think that guys  they met due to the thing called 'fate' is the best thing that can happen to  their love life.&lt;br /&gt;"slorr.... u talking nonsense lah..."&lt;br /&gt;"NONSENSE??? ok,  let me tell u what nonsense... Summer's beach, the guy must be good at running,  with broad shoulders, dark complexion with a tint of redness, sparkling eyes and  loud laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Then he will call out loud the name of the gal, running  towards her, carry her and spin 3 rounds anticlockwisely."&lt;br /&gt;"slorr.... u siao  liaoz ahh??"&lt;br /&gt;"I siao? Ok...let's change a location then. Deep in the  mountains, the guy must have long hair, gotta have the look of an artist,  carries a sketching stand, a few pieces of drawings, and u can see birds stop  over at his side, admiring his work. and there will be a gal whose the  model....most probably naked."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"slorr.. but these all very romantic mah..."&lt;br /&gt;"ROMANTIC?? hello  miss... romance only survive in novels and movies.&lt;br /&gt;In real life, the guy on  the beach may step onto broken glass or the gal may be too heavy which tore his  arm muscles.&lt;br /&gt;Birds may just clear their waste on top of the guy in the  mountains, or he might get a thrashing from the gal because he comments on the  excess fats around the waist and hips."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"slorr... u hate romance??.."&lt;br /&gt;"I hate romance? nope, I m just using my  knowledge of statistic to get a deduction, that guys must be TALL to be  romantic, not HANDSOME!!! some love novels even portrayed the guy as normal  looking, but no-one dares to challenge the height of him! I object....because I  m not tall."&lt;br /&gt;"slorr.... objection overruled..."&lt;br /&gt;I think I am really  outstandingly bo liao, talking to her about these until noon.&lt;br /&gt;"slorr... are u  hungry?..." "ya... u leh??...."&lt;br /&gt;"yesh... guess its time for lunch...slorr.."  "then do u think we should....??"&lt;br /&gt;"slorr... I m just asking... I dun intend  to have lunch with u..." "ok, good.. I m not romantic... neither are u."&lt;br /&gt;I  had lunch with Tye, we talk about the conversation with FlyNDance this  morning.&lt;br /&gt;"You moron...told her you are not romantic...you siao ah?....you  have disgrace we man... how can you make such a big&lt;br /&gt;mistake?....I...I..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tye grabbed a chicken wing with chopstick, and I can see the trembling of the  hand and the wing.&lt;br /&gt;"There are 3 'don'ts' in chasing a gal... one...don't  forget to be romantic... two...don't be too honest... 3...don't be too stingy on  the sugar in our speech... noticed number 1, you stupid??&lt;br /&gt;"What rubbish is  that? In mandarin we say 'nan ren bu huai, nu ren bu ai', you should know  this..."&lt;br /&gt;"This I know, but it has been a controversial topic over centuries.  Women aren't really that...cheap... so why would they only falls for 'bad guys'  like me??"&lt;br /&gt;"That's because 'bad guys' are usually romantic... Those 'nice  guys' are usually...dumdums...so she would rather choose a romantic 'bad guy'  rather than any of those dumdums... in Maths we call this 2C1...understand?  Dumdum.."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, Tye is talking about Maths!! Now I understand. No wonder I have always  been left on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;"In another words... gals wouldn't mind if you are  not tall...if you are not handsome... they can bear with your inconsiderate  acts...can forget your stupidity...but they can never forgive if you are not  romantic..."&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, this is so exaggerating."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey...most women have a  'knot' for romance...just like most men have a 'knot' for virginity...to women  they just can't understand how precious the thin layer of membrane is to men,  same thing, men can't imagine how important women treats romance."&lt;br /&gt;"This is  bullshit! How come I've never heard of that."&lt;br /&gt;"The key word is 'knot'...if u  can untie it... fine.. but how many had actually succeeded in that...  practically none..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, fine. now I've done it... so what should I do to  remedy the situation?"&lt;br /&gt;"Face it...you are hopeless already... I promise you  I'll have a drink with you when you and her are over..."&lt;br /&gt;"YOU SON OF A  BITCH."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mid-night. I am trying to concentrate on my Physics notes....&lt;br /&gt;F = ma, v =  u + at.... it's really a wonder that nature can be explained by just a few  formulas and equations, and this we call science. then why is astrology and  palmistry being labeled as superstitious? Science should only be one of the ways  to explain truth, what can't be explained by Science, it doesn't necessary mean  that's its unreal....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Close to 1am. Since I can't get anything into my head, I shall try my luck on  net then, maybe she is there...&lt;br /&gt;"slorr...u here" "finally... good night to  u...:).."&lt;br /&gt;'FINALLY'? Strange word to use it here. What is she doing here at  this hour? Must be feeling down again.&lt;br /&gt;"yes... it is fate that brought me to  u at this moment..."&lt;br /&gt;I am trying very hard to convince her that I m a bit  romantic.&lt;br /&gt;"slorr... nothing to do with fate...I waited 4 u 4 one hour  liaoz..."&lt;br /&gt;"sure or not?.. for wat?.." "talk to u mah...or else I can't  sleep..."&lt;br /&gt;"u sick izzit?... go see doctor lah...:)"&lt;br /&gt;"slorr....let's  continue our topic.. wat do u think of relationships began from  internet?..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh my god... how should I answer her now?&lt;br /&gt;"it's.. it's very...  romantic..."&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I am not a good liar, even my words are shaking  now.&lt;br /&gt;"slorr... u bluffing... u not romantic one mah..."&lt;br /&gt;GAME OVER!! I m  finished! No choice but to drink with Tye.&lt;br /&gt;"slorr.... u lagging?... or just  daoing me?..."&lt;br /&gt;"no... I m wondering y is the sky so chio  tonight?.."&lt;br /&gt;"nonono... dun try to shift the topic... slorr..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sigh...I give up...I asked for it myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I think relationships  started from cyberspace is considered as ROMANTIC, 'coz romance gives pple an  impression of unreal, and cyberspace is virtual."&lt;br /&gt;"slorr....that's  interesting.."&lt;br /&gt;"surfers keep a safe distance from each other and usually 3  types of pple are produced in this way...&lt;br /&gt;The 1st type.... The 1st type being  those who present themselves on net with their 'secondary personality'. Usually  all of us consists of multiple personalities, and in everyday life, what we  present to the world is the 'primary personality', with the secondary one being  suppressed, or maybe we don't even realised this other trait of us deep inside.  So internet is the place where this side of us is revealed, both intentionally  or without conscious knowledge."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"izzit true?... wat about 2nd type?"&lt;br /&gt;"The 2nd type are those who will  transform themselves into the kind of man/woman he/she would want to be. there's  bound to be 1 or 2 characteristics that u particularly admire, too bad,  sometimes these characteristics are just couldn’t be found in u. cyberspace is  the perfect location for this transformation to occur."&lt;br /&gt;"slorr.... u blowing  cow izzit?.. type 3 leh?"&lt;br /&gt;"I m not blowing cow, I read it from an article of  TIMES mag!! type 3 will be those who transform themselves into characters which  are impossible for them to become in real life. for example, if u r a gal, you  may act as a man on net. you may even become BATMAN or SUPERMAN if u  want."&lt;br /&gt;"hmm.. that’s pretty amazing..."&lt;br /&gt;"the 1st type is the 'faithful'  type, 'cos its his own personality that is being presented on net.&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd  type is the 'foolish' type, 'cos he knows only how to admire others, always  forgets his own strong pts.&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd type is the 'pathetic' type, 'cos he is  wishing 4 some impossible."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"slorr.... den u belong to wat type?... me leh?.."&lt;br /&gt;"I dun wish  to believe u r type 3, 'cos I m not. I crossed the possibility of type 1 'cos  its too common, because I think u r special. being able to attract u, I think I  m at least a bit special. So we belong to type 2."&lt;br /&gt;"type2.... den who u wish  to become?.. slorr.."&lt;br /&gt;I certainly would like to become a person like Tye,  humorous, romantic and eloquent, because these are wat I am lacking of.  "slorr.... wat about me?.."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;"U?.. I dun know. U want to FLY and DANCE, problemably that means  u wish to fully enjoy ur youth while u can. but if this is something u wish yet  u can't achieve, den there's 2 possibilities: 1, u r aging, 2, u r leaving the  world."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think I said something wrong, because she didn't sent me anymore msg after  this. I began to blame myself for being so perverted, why talk about these  things?&lt;br /&gt;I should have discussed with her whether ZOE or FANN, who should be  the queen of Caldecott Hill. damn that TIMES mag, poison my mind. Maybe she's  lagging. so I waited... and waited. Although it's just a few minutes, but it  felt like several hours. I want to apologize, but do not know how to start until  she sent me this msg:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"slorr... lets meet..."&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, I used the hand that I had  used it over 18 years to wipe my ass, typed 'O-K'.&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to meet  FlyNDance tonight, 8pm, at the entrance of Macdonalds, the one beside YMCA.  that's the best time and place to meet a gal you have never met before,  according to Tye, because they would have taken their dinner by that time which  means we can simply go inside the Mc and have some fries and coke.&lt;br /&gt;She will  be wearing a whole set of coffee theme attire and I will be wearing my usual  blues, this is our way of identification.&lt;br /&gt;She told me she is not those 'cute  gals' I may think she is, I said never mind, I am not Brad-Pitt either. then she  told me she has long ago given up on this hope already&lt;br /&gt;"slorr... u r  early..."&lt;br /&gt;While I was idling, a gal tapped my shoulders from my back.  Although I was already mentally prepared for anything that's gonna appear in  front of me, I was still astonished by this gal who stood in front of me  now.&lt;br /&gt;if not for the coffee theme and that 'slorr', I would think she is only  asking for directions because she is one of those chio buz that can only be  found on Orchard Road, usually while I am crossing the road. Maybe I suffered  from a serious concussion due to the heavy blow, my mind was extraordinarily  calm.&lt;br /&gt;"Had your dinner right?.. I think we shall go inside the Mc  1st..."&lt;br /&gt;"You are pretty smart huh?... a good way to save money  indeed..."&lt;br /&gt;AIYA!~!... she knows me soooo well, I can only give her an  innocent smile back. Since she's so pretty, I ordered 2 LARGE cokes, and even  ordered TWO packets of fries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"This time you treat, next time I'll let you treat..."&lt;br /&gt;I m not falling for  that, miss... but I m glad she mentioned 'next time'.&lt;br /&gt;"slorr... r u  disappointed when u saw me just now?.."&lt;br /&gt;DISSAPPOINTED?... r u  drunk?..&lt;br /&gt;"why do you think I will be disappointed then?.."&lt;br /&gt;"Because I told  you I am not cute mah, so you must be quite disappointed when you saw  me.."&lt;br /&gt;She is making 0 sense, but I know she is just trying to hint that she's  actually cute.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Then why did you have to lie that you are not cute?" "Slorr...I said I am  not cute...I didn't say I am not pretty.."&lt;br /&gt;#$%$##%^*&amp;amp;%$@!!! "But you  are also quite....decent looking what.. its not like what you described to me  too.."&lt;br /&gt;'DECENT'? a very vague word. to many gals, decent = boring.&lt;br /&gt;one  good thing is that she didn't lie to me about the fact that she is keeping long  hair. She also has a fair complexion which reminds me of HL milk I take almost  everyday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is now only that I found out she is from ACJC, but had spent her 1st 3  mths in AJ.&lt;br /&gt;sitting in front of each other, we talk about many things. from  her obsession with coffee to my hobby of watching movies in. Btw, she had  completely shook off my misconception of 'if she is pretty, she is  brainless'.&lt;br /&gt;she appears to be an attractive gal, both physically and  character wise, talking, smiling to me, occasionally being a little sarcastic  and nasty.its like a dream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We left the Mc at around 10 pm. since its still early, I decided to send her  home and fortunately, its just Ang Mo Kio, two MRT stops from mine. I would have  a second thought if she's staying at Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;"slorr... congratulations....  u r officially permitted to date me from now on..."&lt;br /&gt;She said this b4 the lift  door closed. Back at home, I realized that I hadn't asked for her real name,  maybe its the influence of that stoopid Tye.&lt;br /&gt;Tye told me : "never ask a  pretty gal her name the 1st time u meet her, 'cos there are oredi too many  wolves out there dying to know, so she will be more interested in you if u act  bochap..."&lt;br /&gt;Then y didn't she ask for mine? dun tell me there's a female  version of Tye telling her not to?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it's again 1am. time to meet her in ajcrr. "hi!... slorr.. u tired?..."&lt;br /&gt;Of  'cos I m tired after all the surprises she presented me, I would go straight for  my bed if not for her. but y is she here also?...isn't she tired too?..&lt;br /&gt;"long  time no see.. how r u?.." "slorr u siao ah?... 2 hours only leh.. miss  me?..."&lt;br /&gt;"A)yes.. B)of 'cos.. C)abuden...D)dying to see u...E)all of above....  answer is E..."";:)..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seems like she is really tired, even the smiling face are yawning to me rite  now.&lt;br /&gt;"u wanna go for a movie tomorrow?.."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should ask her now,  while she is half asleep, hoping that she will blur-blurly click  'OK'.&lt;br /&gt;"should be no problem... what show?..."&lt;br /&gt;HOOOOORAY!!... I m cheering  for her fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;"we decide what show tomorrow... anyway what’s important is  watch with who... not the show.."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tye's fav line, I m just borrowing it. ";:)..."&lt;br /&gt;"u should go sleep now  lah..." "wait one little while... u haven't tell me u tired or not?.." "ok  lah... a bit.... u leh?.."&lt;br /&gt;"I m exhausted.... but have to say good night to u  1st...slorr.. if not I can't sleep.." "me too...."&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I m doing  this SILLY business rite now....&lt;br /&gt;"ok I tell u what.... I count 1,2,3... then  we log off together..."&lt;br /&gt;"ok.... good night slorr..." "same to u.." "1...."  "2..." "3.."&lt;br /&gt;I never talk whenever I m inside a cinema, and now is the best  time for my mouth to rest, so I spent the following 3 hours to admire this  much-talked-about movie of the century, Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;I m not a romantic person,  so its perfectly understandable if I can't really appreciate this motion picture  fully, except for those stunning special effects. But something stroke me when  Jack said to Rose before he sank into the deep.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Rose, listen to me... listen....winning that ticket was the best  thing that had happened to me...it brought me to u....and I m thankful,  Rose....I m thankful...."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt much fortunate than Jack, 'cos I  dun have to risk my life to board Titanic, all I have to do is to switch on my  PC every night.&lt;br /&gt;But he's one lucky guy too, 'cos he knows how to draw, and  just look at how slowly he was drawing Rose, that made me blame myself for the  lack of this talent. But to her, this movie wasn’t just about drawings or  special effects.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I noticed that packet of tissue paper she was holding in her hand.  and just when Rose said:" I promise... I will never let go, Jack... I’ll never  let go.."&lt;br /&gt;She opened up her sling bag and here comes the reserve  handkerchief. Damn that Celine Dion, y on earth did she had to sing that "MY  HEART WILL GO ON" at the end of the show, for all the female species inside the  theater, its like "MY TEARS WILL ALSO GO ON"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok... movie ended... lets  go...."&lt;br /&gt;I stood up, speak to her gently, worried that every single word I  breath out might just crush Onto her, and kill her. she continued to sit on the  position, looked at me with her beautiful eyes that just came back from a swim.  after a while, she said...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"slorr.... movie ended..... but life goes on.. m I rite?..."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my  head... but I just wished somebody might give me some clue of what she was  saying. Finally we managed to leave Orchard Cineplex, since its still early, we  decided to take a walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;along the way, she seems unusually  quiet. so I guess Tye was rite about the 'TITANIC FLU', he said that gals often  got so mentally distressed after watching this show, and it is the best time to  launch an emotional attack on her, that’s y Tye had watch Titanic for over 5  times roughly. her eyes were focussed on the path or the crowds but I know her  mind was still left on Titanic, sinking with her, waiting for somebody to pull  her up.&lt;br /&gt;I just kept my mouth shut 'cos I know I m not a good swimmer. we  walked to Plaza Singapura. suddenly she stopped in front of a Christian Dior  counter.&lt;br /&gt;"slorr.. have u read a novel called 'fragrance'?..."&lt;br /&gt;"err..  nope.... y do u ask?..."&lt;br /&gt;"look at this 'DOLCE VITA' from Christian Dior...  its what the guy bought for her girlfriend in the story on her birthday....and  he told her 'DOLCE VITA' is French, meaning 'SWEET TIMES'..."&lt;br /&gt;She pointed to  a bottle of perfume at the counter, but I was more interested at the price tag  around the neck of the bottle. "oh... izzit?..."&lt;br /&gt;"slorr... then do u consider  today as 'sweet times'...?"&lt;br /&gt;"at first I do... but some pts are deducted since  u started crying..."&lt;br /&gt;"that means it can only be considered a little bit  sweet, I’ll buy the small bottle then..."&lt;br /&gt;I insisted to pay for the perfume  as her b-dae present from me since I know her birthday is coming soon, this  kinda saves me a lot of trouble of finding a present for her. luckily its just  perfume, I would have to pawn my underwear if that guy in the story gives her  girlfriend diamond or gold bar."&lt;br /&gt;"r u hungry?.... wanna sit down and have  something?..."&lt;br /&gt;"I dun have appetite... what about u?.." "you eat, I  eat...."&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are red again...... I m such a fool. finally got away from  the noisy crowd at the MRT station, walking on one of the streets of AMK Ave 6.  contrastingly, its so quiet now that I even can hear the rhythm of her  heartbeat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"slorr... do u know what's the correct way of applying perfume?"&lt;br /&gt;I shook  my head. in fact, I had never used a perfume or cologne before, medicated oil  maybe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"1st u apply some behind ur ears... then ur neck and wrists...after that  spray some onto the air, then walk through it..."&lt;br /&gt;"sure or not?... in that  case this little bottle wont even be able to last u for 3 days...."&lt;br /&gt;"slorr..  shall we try?..."&lt;br /&gt;"'we'?... u go ahead... I m a MAN..."&lt;br /&gt;She opened up that  DOLCE VITA...behind her ears, neck then the wrist she applied some... and she  really did spray some onto the air!!...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;WABIANGZ!!.. expensive leh!... finally she stretched out her hands... facing  up... like enjoying the raindrops falling on her  face...&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha...."&lt;br /&gt;"slorr... this is so fun!.... now its ur  turn...."&lt;br /&gt;She went through the same procedures with me and I can feel the  coldness of her fingers. maybe its the perfume... I guess.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"slorr... get ready... I m going to spray!!..."&lt;br /&gt;I imitated her.. face  up...and walked through my 1st perfume rain.&lt;br /&gt;"slorr...lets have another  round!!..."&lt;br /&gt;" WHAT!!... serious?.."&lt;br /&gt;My money isn't easy to come by  leh!!.... b4 I can collect the broken pieces of my heart, she had walked through  her second round. She was even more excited this time, hoping around, like her  nick.... a flying and dancing butterfly. late night of AMK, the streets smells  unusually nicer rite now until we finished the whole of that DOLCE VITA.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"DOLCE VITA is exhausted... I guess this sweet time shall end now  too....slorr.. I’ll go up now.... tonight 1am. I wont be online, and u r not to  do so too..."&lt;br /&gt;"huh?....but why?...."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"go online at 12pm tomorrow.. u will know....remember... only 12pm..."&lt;br /&gt;She  turned and walked into the lift... at the same time... I saw an obvious pink  patch behind her neck... which is visible only now becos she tied her hair. I  looked up towards her window on the 4th floor from below, but it never light  up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I switched off the light in my room... engulfed in the absolute darkness...  'cos I wished to have the same kind of feeling as her right now... I realised in  complete darkness... the easiest mood one gets... is loneliness.. she must be  lonely rite now... half asleep..&lt;br /&gt;I almost can see a beautiful butterfly..  turning to ashes amidst the sea of flame... and that patch behind her neck..  from pink it became red... and then burgundy.. slowly.. it swallowed me.... was  it the cause of that can of beer just now?...&lt;br /&gt;suddenly I felt cold... and  shaky.. and that coolness seemed to have come straight from my heart... the rate  of my heartbeat was an exponential function of time as it got closer to  1am...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;USE A DIFFERENT NICK!!...&lt;br /&gt;checked .. she isn't there.... my heart was  beating fast... but the temp remained below healthy level........&lt;br /&gt;-=~@~=-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finally its 12 pm, excited as I was, logged on the net, yet there was still  no sign of FlyNDance. But there’s a mail from her......&lt;br /&gt;Dear slorr,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At first I thought it will be easier for me to settle down in the darkness...  recollecting memories we have shared... but all I felt was loneliness...... can  u feel it too?...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I still can't change the habit of logging on at 1am... so I used a different  nick to sneak into AJCRR... u dun blame me right?...:P... u weren’t there...  should I feel glad for ur obedience?.... U said both of us belonged to TYPE 2...  the foolish type...maybe u r right!... 'cos I really do admire those who dares  to fight for their desires... I stroke my hair gently when u said that I m  leaving the world... and a few strands of hair fell..... No!... doctor told me  its not a terminal disease... and doctor aren't supposed to lie!!?...I still can  live like a normal person...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BUT CAN I?..&lt;br /&gt;FlyNDance... is it really something I wont be able  to do?... After the 1st meeting with u at Mc... I started to realise that u r  not only a virtual being living in the cyberspace... in reality u r strong,  gentle and sensitive.... I can feel the defense Wall of my heart is slowly  breaking apart.... I m defeated...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I tied my hair today.. 'cos my fren told me that I look more attractive this  way...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want u to remember my face as it is today... 'cos after today... everything  may change.... But why didn't u ask for my real name? ..that’s why I never asked  for urs...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am a girl mah..... do you realized how I wish to have something more than a  nick to take along with me? ...Slorr... thank you for the DOLCE VITA. Finally  got a taste of what sweet times are like... but I am really sorry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;??.I just couldn’t bear to say goodbye.....&lt;br /&gt;Since it started from a  mail.... it should end with a mail too.... Its been 3 months and 2 days since  the very first mail... not a very long time but it isn't short either.... our  story began from me... and I will end it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe its what you said... 'Internet is fast and convenient, but it isn't  perfect'.... I can send you my thoughts right away... but not my  tears...&lt;br /&gt;It’s about 5.30am now.... time to go.... by the time you receive  this mail...&lt;br /&gt;I would be trying to settle down somewhere else.... I don't  know....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Good Bye&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With lotsa love,&lt;br /&gt;FlyNDance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After reading her mail, I felt as if I had just experienced a roller-coaster  ride which almost derailed. She had shown me the other side of her, soft and  sensitive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For a couple of months, I was trying to hypnotizes myself, to suppress my  feelings whenever I started to think about her again. Perpetually I was telling  myself, she is just one virtual character that fly and dance in the net, but  never in the real world. I became a fugitive, escaping from my PC, escaping from  the Internet and anything that has to do with coffee. Hide myself behind the  piles of lecture notes, behind the crowd of people, trying to get rid of this  thought of missing something in life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I failed. I found out that its not that I don't miss her, its just that I  had forgotten the passion that always comes along when you are having something  hanging on your mind all the time. Its like I cannot breathe, itfs just that I  had forgotten the fact that I have been breathing in and out for the past 19  years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can hold my breath for a while, but not forever.&lt;br /&gt;I have to find  her!&lt;br /&gt;"Err... I am looking for ... er..FlyNDance...."&lt;br /&gt;"HUH??..."&lt;br /&gt;'Huh',  this is the exact word I was expecting from her.&lt;br /&gt;She seems to be FlyNDance's  elder sister, 20++, looked quite a beauty too even without any makeup. But of  course, still can't be compared with her. I explained to her my purpose for  knocking on the door and told her that I am no stalker whom she might think I  am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Surprisingly when I told her my disgusting nick, Slorr, she appeared to be  rather excited and quickly she scribbled something on a small piece of paper and  handed it to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"You should go and see her. SGH, Room 3-425."&lt;br /&gt;-=~@~=-&lt;br /&gt;This is the first  time I've ever stepped into the Singapore General Hospital. It's a dust-free  space, everything looked so clean, tidy and arranged.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I don't like the feeling it gave me... I entered room 3-425, she was  there, in a deep sleep. I stood by her, watching.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was still as long  as before, laying across the soft, white pillow. Her face looked roundish now, I  know it's the side-effect of the medicine. And the pinkish-red patch that was on  her neck, had spread to her face appearing in a shape of a butterfly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, she was still the most beautiful butterfly I've ever seen. Her  eyelashes twitched slightly, she must be dreaming, what's that in her dream?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;McDonald's fries and coke? Sinking Titanic? Or the rain at AMK Ave 6? The  room was getting darker as the clock approaches 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to switch on  the light. I hate to see her lying lonely under the shadow of a patient's  room.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I am worried that her dreams might be disturbed by the sudden light rays.  While I was in a dilemma, her eyes opened slowly. Her eyes were wide on me, then  she turned away suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;I can only see her back at this moment. She lost  weight. After a long time, she turned to face me again, rubbed her eyes and  smiled....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Slorr, you are here!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, nice weather today, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya lor,  sky also very chio today? Right? Heehee.."&lt;br /&gt;SKY VERY CHIO...&lt;br /&gt;I can still  remember this was the conversation we had in one of our AJCRR meetings."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But she didn't realize that it's raining today.&lt;br /&gt;"Slorr, why are you  standing there. Sit down."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reminding me. I just found out that my  legs were numbed due to the several hours of standing.&lt;br /&gt;"Slorr, you lost  weight."&lt;br /&gt;ME? I thought I should be the one who's telling this to  her!?&lt;br /&gt;"Slorr, you hungry? Had your lunch? Food here isn't so good. That's why  patients like me always slim down a bit. Apart from that, it's quite ok. But  sometimes I feel really bored without a PC here to talk to you.."&lt;br /&gt;"Slorr,  how's your mid-year? Sure did very well right?"&lt;br /&gt;WAIT A MINUTE! You are the  one who's lying on bed right now not me! Yet, I had nothing to ask her  actually.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because I was there to see her, not to find out the answers to those  questions. Maybe now its the time for me to utter some touching lines like  what÷Õ in the case of a movie.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not a Romantic person...  moreover...&lt;br /&gt;Movies are fiction.&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just wished that she could leave this place as soon as possible  back to AMK Ave 6, back to ACJC, back to where she belonged. And I promised she  won÷Ö be alone anymore, because I will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, her  mum was here to see her. Around the age of 50, slightly overweight. Other than  the cheerful smile, she didn't really remind me of FlyNDance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Err, I think i've gotta go now. Bye bye auntie."&lt;br /&gt;"You....You..."&lt;br /&gt;She  sat up straight in a sudden, like if she'd experienced a tremendous  shock.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be here again tomorrow.. and the day after tomorrow... until you  leave this place..."&lt;br /&gt;Before I went back home, I went to Plaza Singapura again  to buy that Christian Dior Dolce Vita... and I've got the biggest bottle this  time, that she can even swim in it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I try not to close my eyes that night, I want to go to her as soon as the  first sun ray shoots into my room....&lt;br /&gt;"Slorr.. you are here.. i've been  waiting for you for a long time..."&lt;br /&gt;"Had a good night's rest?..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... I  didn't allow myself to fall into a deep sleep because I know you won't wake me  up when your here."&lt;br /&gt;"Then you should take a rest now."&lt;br /&gt;"Err, since you are  here already, I don't think I can..."&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the Dolce Vita, and we'd  agreed that we would dance in the rain in front of SGH main entrance the day  she's discharged.&lt;br /&gt;I dare not look straight at her, because there's a  butterfly on her face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was only last night before I leave SGH that I found out she's suffering  from an illness called ERYSIPELAS. What the clergymen would term the BUTTERFLY  DISEASE...&lt;br /&gt;But what I like is the coffee butterfly that is able to dance  around freely not that pinkish-red butterfly that settled on her pale  complexion. Moreover, what÷Õ a butterfly if it can't fly&lt;br /&gt;"Slorr, why are you  looking at me and not talking?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, because I noticed that she's  getting weaker physically. I had a bad feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;"Slorr, I am  thirsty, can you get me a drink?"&lt;br /&gt;I am not leaving her at this moment. I can  still remember a movie about this guy who went all the way to get red bean soup  for his girlfriend who's on sickbed and to find her lying silently on the white  bedsheet when he came back... never to wake up again...&lt;br /&gt;"Are you trying to  get rid of me, like what's in that movie?"&lt;br /&gt;"Slorr, movie is movie, life is  life..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;MOVIE? LIFE?....&lt;br /&gt;"But I thought you just had a drink? Anyway, so what can  I get for you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ultimate Ice Blended!!"&lt;br /&gt;This is a hospital leh!! Did she  think I can find Coffee Bean everywhere on this island? Like McDonalds, what's  more coffee wasn't suitable for her at that time.&lt;br /&gt;"Err... coffee isn't good  for health, order something else, ok?&lt;br /&gt;"So you know coffee isn't good for the  body too. Then you should cut down on your intake also, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;I saw her smile  appearing and there's a shine in her eyes. I realized that she÷Õ just trying to  tell me not to drink too much coffee in the future.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My heart seemed to have suffered from a heavy blow.&lt;br /&gt;This is not good. A  taste of pH7 has started to fill my nose. If this is not going to stop, tears  might be the next thing that appears in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;I recalled the chapter  on reservoir and dam in physics textbook. Quickly applied the knowledge on  myself. Even if it's just a few droplets.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, I promise, I'll try my  best."&lt;br /&gt;"And try to sleep earlier in the future and don't skip  breakfast..."&lt;br /&gt;"It's important to you and don't be too obsessed with blue. It  makes you look troubled and....."&lt;br /&gt;This didn't sound good. It's like giving  the final instructions before she. I can't bear to let her continue.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Ok ok, I'll go get you a drink right away."&lt;br /&gt;"Slorr, is the machine far  away? If it is, then its ok, I don't want it anymore."&lt;br /&gt;From my mental  calculation, men would take 67 steps while women would take 85 steps to reach  the vending machine right at that corner. Plus the time taken to purchase,  average would take a total of 1.8 to 2.1 minutes. Not very far.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Quite near."&lt;br /&gt;"Slorr, come back quick. I don't want to be alone for too  long... I hate that feeling."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't answer her. I just increased my  pace....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;"Eh... its late already... go to sleep..", my  mum was nagging at me again.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ok.... 10 more minutes..."&lt;br /&gt;Until today,  FlyNDance had left for more than 2 mths.&lt;br /&gt;I still logged on at 1 am every  night, but onto channel DOLCE-VITA which was created by myself, with Slorr and  FlyNDance being the only 2 nicks inside, for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Although she won't  be able to fly and dance in real life anymore, but I still wish that she could  continue to do so in the virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;Even Tye has given up on  me...&lt;br /&gt;"She's gone, why are you still doing this? For what?!!"&lt;br /&gt;Yet, even if  that's the case, I can't allow her soul to be left at the corner of loneliness.  Because she said she hated the feeling of being alone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I still remember there was a heavy downpour on that day. When I reached SGH  they told me... A coffee butterfly flew away from her room at around 1 am last  night....&lt;br /&gt;After that... I can't remember...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just knew that I stood at the bus-stop for a whole day and I was all wet  because of the rain. Even my face.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying hard not to think of her  over these 2 months. I've been hoping that her face won't appear in my mind  every moment that I breathe, but it's like hoping that the sky isn't blue; the  grass isn't green; the stars do not twinkle at night...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Basically, I was hoping for something impossible to happen. I can't believe  that I am of Type 2, even in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Did I cry?.. NO WAY!..&lt;br /&gt;I said it  before, I am not a romantic person, and this may be due to the deficiency in the  hormones that constitutes emotions. Whenever I had the feeling of pH7, I'll  browse through those 'FWDS:jokes...' Attention will then be shifted by those  dim-wit, low-class jokes...&lt;br /&gt;So now everything is back to the way it was  before I met her 9 mths ago.&lt;br /&gt;Tye is still flirting around, and I am still the  old decent=dull me. But I÷Øe stopped taking coffee and beer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Xing ah, is this for you?"&lt;br /&gt;My mum handed me a letter she picked up in the  mailbox this morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was surprised when I saw 'To:slorr...' written on the  envelope.&lt;br /&gt;That's for me I guess. I opened it up, there was a piece of writing  inside, and another coffee envelope.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Slorr,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am FlyNDance's sister, I think this is how you are addressing her. I am  sorry that I do not know your real name, although we'd met before.&lt;br /&gt;When I was  packing her stuffs a few days ago, I found this letter with your name and  address already written on it.&lt;br /&gt;So I posted it to you, because I believe this  is what my sister intended to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Wen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The letter was sent 3 days ago, and there was another:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;'To:slorr...'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Followed by my home address written on the coffee envelope. But this  handwriting was a lot nicer and the words seemed to be moving swiftly...like in  a joyful dance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have no time to figure out how she has gotten my home address. Did I give  her in one of my mails?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to control my trembling hands, slowly, I  opened up the envelope. I found a photo, and a half of a movie ticket  inside.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these, there was a blue letter... with the familiar DOLCE  VITA smell on it. The photo showed her, standing on a piece of grassland,  wearing the same coffee theme attire on our first meeting at McDonalds.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Something was written at the back of it...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dear slorr,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Coffee represents Pisces.. that's me. Blue represents Sagitarius.. that's  you. A blue letter inside a coffeee envelope.... know what I mean?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seeing me, do you feel like drinking coffee now? Stop  drooling!&lt;br /&gt;FlyNDance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I smiled.... bitterly. The contents of the blue letter is simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I  have one more day to live, I want to be your girlfriend. Do I have one more day?  No. Too bad. I can't be your girlfriend... not in this life.&lt;br /&gt;If I have wings,  I want to fly down from the paradise just to see you. Do I have wings? No.  Sadly. I can never see you again.&lt;br /&gt;If all the water are drawn out of the  bath-tub, but it still can't put off the flame of love btw us. Can all the water  in a bath-tub be drawn off? Can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So yes. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;FlyNDance&lt;br /&gt;My chest was torn apart... tears broke through the dam I  constructed a long time go in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;As proud, as emotionless as I was, I  can't pull back the salty wetness that÷Õ on the whole of my face anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She  has changed my 'little theory' and gotten back what I'd owed her... tears for 2  months....&lt;br /&gt;-=~@~=-&lt;br /&gt;Titanic has won 11 awards in the Oscar, including best  picture.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Rose wasn't the best actress under that category. So if it's  sad in a movie, it may not be so fortunate too in real life. And in reality,  should Jack hold on to Rose and 'Never let go?'&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he shouldn't be worried  about this. 'Cos that beautiful coffee butterfly will continue to fly and dance  in his heart.. forever...'&lt;br /&gt;~THE END~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-310368163632612367?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/310368163632612367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=310368163632612367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/310368163632612367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/310368163632612367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/dolce-vita-aka-sweet-times.html' title='DOLCE VITA &apos;aka&apos;  SWEET TIMES'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-2935721769703758425</id><published>2007-04-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:43:09.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Mr.Romance Tech Corner* Re: Remove MSN Photo Album Virus</title><content type='html'>Greeting blog visitor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is attention to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MSN Live Messenger&lt;/span&gt;" User.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that of the blog reader here infected by this virus, here Mr.Romance is offering the help to remove this stupid virus for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instruction&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.thespykiller.co.uk/files/HJTSetup.exe"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span nd="2" name="KonaBody"&gt;to download &lt;b&gt;HJTsetup.exe&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Save HJTsetup.exe to your desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Double click on the HJTsetup.exe icon on your desktop.&lt;br /&gt;-By default it will install to &lt;b&gt;C:\Program Files\Hijack This&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Continue to click Next in the setup dialogue boxes until you get to the Select Addition Tasks dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;-Put a check by Create a desktop icon then click Next again.&lt;br /&gt;-Continue to follow the rest of the prompts from there.&lt;br /&gt;-At the final dialogue box click Finish and it will launch Hijack This.&lt;br /&gt;-Click on the &lt;b&gt;Do a system scan and save a log file&lt;/b&gt; button. It will scan and then ask you to save the log.&lt;br /&gt;-Click Save to save the log file and then the log will open in notepad.&lt;br /&gt;-Click on "Edit &gt; Select All" then click on "Edit &gt; Copy" to copy the entire contents of the log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Come back here and Paste the log using the comment function. Alternatively you may email the log to me at romantic.4ever@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; have Hijack This fix anything yet. Most of what it finds will be harmless or even required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this can help some people out =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-2935721769703758425?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2935721769703758425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=2935721769703758425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2935721769703758425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/2935721769703758425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/mrromance-tech-corner-re-remove-msn.html' title='*Mr.Romance Tech Corner* Re: Remove MSN Photo Album Virus'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-3369979424333171252</id><published>2007-04-03T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T17:00:00.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Island</title><content type='html'>A time when things could be different but were not always that way. A puzzle of oddity that never seemed to quite complete itself. A period where it should be modern but a retained a true self of the old. A whole spectrum of actions that were not the same as any other time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalise Barry found herself returning to a city that she had thought she would never see again. Her mother had taken her from there when she was nine as they left her father and his dreaming ways behind. Now, grown and on her own, she had returned alone to find that father and fill in some of the gaps in her life when it came to him. She knew she had that right and she intended to use it against anyone's objections, including her mother's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride from the Northeast had been long but she did not have the money to fly. She had gambled a great deal to make this trip, considering that she had only an old address to go on of where her father might be and no phone number. She had saved for months; prepared to stay on her own if she had to until she found him. She arrived on the island in the early evening and within an hour after her arrival, she was in a taxi headed for the east side of the island to the address that she had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cab pulled up in front of the square frame house, she told the driver to wait as she got out of the back seat. She stared at the house but decided to not knock on the front door but instead go to the house next door. She pulled out her out of state drivers license and knocked on the front door of the right neighboring house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalise knocked several times but got no answer. She began to feel frustrated when she heard some noise coming from the back of the house. She went to the right side of the front porch and stared down the paved driveway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw an older pickup truck sitting in view and beyond that a small garage. The noise was coming from the garage. She turned to the cab driver and signaled him to continue to wait. He shut off his engine and settled down to wait, but meanwhile, leaving the meter running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaped off the porch and walked slowly down the driveway passing the pickup and then realizing there was another vehicle in front of the truck. She stopped short once she recognized what type of a car it was. An old Volkswagen Battle! She had not seen one in years and she was delighted. While she was admiring the car, she heard the noise come from the garage again. She returned to her business at hand but not before she noticed the Volkswagen "bug" had a for sale sign on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Is anyone back there?" she called as she approached the garage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise in the garage stopped and a man stepped out of the darkness of the building into the sunlight and stared at her. She was surprised to see that he was young and even from the distance, quite attractive. "That's nice." she thought to herself "But not what I am interested in at the moment." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I help you?" he ask, his eyes slightly narrowed since he knew that he did not know her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I hope so." she answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know the people that live in that house?" she continued and then felt herself grow uneasy from the frowning look that crossed his face. He had immediately taken a cautionary attitude and that was really what she had expected him to do. Gathering her courage, she stated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the man living there is who I think he is, he is my father. I am prepared to prove it if it is necessary." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, that sounds reasonable. Who do you think it is?" he returned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"David Barry. My name is Yalise Barry." Yalise said quietly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Ms. Barry, you are right then because that is exactly who lives there and I also know David has a daughter named Yalise. David and I are friends and he had told me about a daughter that lived somewhere else up north." the man remarked and then seemed to relax once Yalise had identified herself but he was still wary and she knew it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Northeast." she informed him and then remembering the cab and the running meter, she ask one more question. "Where is my father?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is at work and won't be home for a few hours. Why?" the neighbor questioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I want to be here when he comes and I have a cab with my luggage in it. I don't want to keep paying him to wait. May I sit here with you until my father comes home?" Yalise said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man frowned again and then offered. "I could call David if you want?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't. I would rather see him when he gets home." Yalise informed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her requested reluctant host was silent for awhile and then as if deciding that there seemed to be no harm in it, he nodded his head that it was okay for her to wait with him for David's return. Smiling brightly at him, Yalise went off to pay her fare and ask the driver to help put her things back in the driveway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was tending to that, the man had second thoughts about the fact that he had agreed not to call his neighbor and warn him that his daughter was waiting for him. He really did not know that much about the relationship between the Barry’s but he did consider David his friend. Yet, the daughter seemed sincere and if she did cause trouble for her father, he could always send her packing again. "Besides," he thought, "I don't want to get mixed up in their business." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not long before Yalise and the taxi driver appeared beside the Volkswagen, both loaded with luggage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where to put it?" the driver ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here in the garage will be fine." the neighbor answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver sat his share of the luggage down, retrieved his fare from Yalise, and without a goodbye or a nod, turned around and returned to his waiting cab. Yalise just looked after him, wondering to herself if all the islanders were as rude as he was or as suspicious as her father's friend was. She tried to tell herself that it was just human nature but it still made her feel odd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Yalise’s entire luggage was neatly in one spot, she turned to the man and looked inquisitively at him. She hoped that he would know what she was asking without her having to say it. He met her stare, puzzled for just a moment, and then she saw it register in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess I should tell you my name, huh, since I know yours?" he half-said; half-ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would appreciate it." she answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is Perry Andrews." he said as he turned to go back to the chore of cleaning the garage that he had been halted in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for letting me wait for my father here, Mr. Andrews." Yalise said quietly and Perry just nodded his answer as he continued to work. It was not suddenly that Yalise felt uncomfortable with her predicament but she also felt that she had no alternative at the moment. She had to see her father before she could make any further decisions about what to do next. She sat silently on one of her suitcases, wanting to ask how long it would be before David returned home but felt she had been pushy enough with Perry. She wondered what she should do to entertain herself when her attention returned to the Volkswagen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Andrews, I noticed that you have a for sale sign on that car. Does it still run and if so, what are you asking for it?" she questioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perry never turned back around to her but answered her anyway. "Yes, it runs and pretty well considering it is almost thirty years old. It isn't that pretty so I am asking a thousand dollars for it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalise winced at the price, considering her savings but the car was so tempting. She knew that she would need transportation no matter what because she had read a great deal about the island and she knew its public transit system was not much more than taxis and some tourist shuttles. It was not a big island but big enough that a person would need a car to get from one spot to the other. She had saved enough to tide her only over for a couple of months if she lived cheaply and a thousand dollars would cut deeply into that. She had to consider the fact that perhaps her father would not let her stay with him and she would have to rent something to live in. It was still enough winter that the island's tourist trade was down until the end of May but then everything rent able on the island would go sky-high. Plus she still had to find a job. The car could serve many purposes, the least of which would be in getting back and forth to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a deep breath, she questioned Perry once again. "May I hear it run? If it is okay, I might buy it from you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perry Andrews rose from his stooping position, turned around and stared in the young woman's face. As he looked closer, he could see enough of a resemblance to know that Yalise was related to David Barry. Yet, he could not miss the fact that she was attractive in her own way as well. He looked past the bit of a rumpled appearance of her clothes, the probable lack of sleep, and saw an appealing, if not very sincere human being looking at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to test drive it?" Perry ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not right now, but could I hear it run?" she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure thing, just let me finish this last bit of cleaning up in this corner and then I'll crank the car for you. After I am done, would you like something to drink maybe? It will be a couple of hours before David gets home and maybe longer." Perry explained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, that would be great!" Yalise said with enthusiasm. "May I ask one more favor?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Depending on what it is?" he answered warily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you happen to have a current newspaper around? I really would like to look at the want-ads and see what of jobs are offered." she explained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perry was quiet for a moment, thinking to himself that the girl was really something. She had been in town for barely a few hours and she was already looking at buying a car and finding a job. He admired her gumption but he did not envy her when she met David. It was a scene he did not particularly want to witness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have this morning's edition. I'll bring the want ads when I get you something to drink. Ice tea, okay?" he stated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine and thanks again!" Yalise returned and smiled, hoping he knew how sincere it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem!" he answered and returned to his task and she returned to her silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, David Barry returned home to find the surprise of his life, his daughter. Yalise had sat quietly waiting for him while Perry finished straightening his garage. He had started the Volkswagen for her and she liked the sound of the little air-cooled engine. The car seemed to be in very good shape to be as old as it was. She had made up her mind to buy it if it drove as nicely as it sounded but she made no affirmation of that fact to Perry. She looked through the want-ads for a job and found a couple of interesting ones but the list was not long as the island was a summer place and work was not as plentiful in the end of winter as it was in the spring and summer. One particular job really interested her but she knew it was best to wait until the next day to check on it when her immediate needs would be more settled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Perry heard David’s car pull into the driveway next door, he glanced up at Yalise and said quietly to himself. “Show time!” Then he turned to his “guest” and said, “Ms. Barry, your father is home.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalise looked at him, her eyes growing wide with apprehension and taking something of a deep swallow, she gave him a whisper of a smile and replied, &lt;br /&gt;“Thank you. Do you mind if I leave my things here while I go and talk to him?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, that will be okay.” Perry answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustering up what courage she could, Yalise picked up her backpack, laid the want ads on top of her luggage, and pushed one foot in front of the other to walk the short distance down the driveway and across her father’s front lawn and up to the door. She rang the bell and prayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When David opened the door, there was a puzzled look on his face and a stunned look on Yalise’s face. She had seen a few pictures of her father, mostly when he was young, and also had a couple of vague childhood memories but the man she was staring at was her father but much older. &lt;br /&gt;The ten years since she had seen him had changed him a great deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to sound nonchalant, she said, “Hello, Dad.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few moments, David could not speak, and then he finally uttered, “Yalise?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reply he got was sarcastic and injured, which surprised Yalise herself, because up to that moment, she had not really thought about the resentment she harbored against her father for all the years that he had not attempted to contact her. The words came out cold and distant. “Yep, it’s me. I’m Yalise.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with little or no more expression, she ask. “May I come in?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The request snapped David out of his stunned shock, and he silently stepped aside to allow his daughter entry into his house. His eyes watched her as soon as she began to move and followed her each step until she stepped past him into the living room and then turned to face him. She stared at him waiting and without saying another word; he shut the door and gestured towards the couch for her to sit down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned and sat down on the black velour couch as she swung her backpack off and set it on the floor beside her. David was still standing in the same spot he had been and once again, she turned to stare at him and waited. This moment seemed to bring him into focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Would you like something to drink or something to eat? Though about the food, I don’t know since I am not sure what I have in the house. I could send out for pizza if you want. I do have some soft drink or instant coffee? Would one of those be okay?” he rambled, trying to think of something to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Coffee would be fine. I take a little sugar and milk if you have it? Otherwise, I can handle it black.” Yalise answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Powdered dairy creamer?” he suggested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s okay.” she made small talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nodding his understanding and grateful for the moment to have a chance to think, he went into the kitchen to fix her a cup of coffee. His mind was in awhirl of thoughts and he needed desperately to be able to think straight. Her unexpected appearance had caused everything to go off balance. He had never thought he would ever get a chance to see his child again because Beth, his ex-wife, had made that adamantly clear that she wanted Yalise to have nothing to do with him. The only thing she wanted from David was child-support, which he had paid, and nothing else. Now, Yalise was here and how could he explain to her about he had never been to see her or contacted her in ten years? His emotions were a mixture of fear, apprehension, and oddly somewhere under that, joy. Joy that his daughter had come to see him and all the others for what she must think of him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought the coffee, offering her a cup and keeping one for himself. He took a seat in the black overstuffed chair next to the couch where she was sitting. He leaned back and crossed his legs, trying to look relaxed but meanwhile, studying her face as she looked since he had last seen her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resemblance to Beth was very strong but he noticed that Yalise had his eyes and the firm resolve about her lips that everyone had always told him that he had. That is except for his ex-wife. He decided that his daughter had turned out to be very pretty with a light shade of brown hair and greenish-brown eyes. His darker hair and brown eyes had overridden Beth’s blond, blue-eyed looks. He also could not fail to see that Yalise was studying him just as intently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want to tell me why you are here, Yalise or should I just start asking questions?” David ask after the tense scrutiny moments. “I came to find you, Dad. I want to live on the island now. If I cannot stay with you, then I will find somewhere else but I do want to spend some time with you. Get to re-know you, I guess.” she answered him with a very straightforward attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something inside of David melted, something old, raw and full of pain. He felt a sudden flood of emotion, verging on tears. He had thought of Yalise so many times through the years but knew he was up against a battery of problems with Beth if he tried to see his daughter. The court had granted visitation rights but Beth had taken Yalise so far away that to see her took a great deal of money and time. His first year requests had been ignored and pushed aside to have his child visit him until enough time had passed that Beth threatened with abandonment in the later years and he believed that Yalise had been taught to hate him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could see the wary, wounded look in his daughter’s eyes but there was just the tiniest penlight of hope there also. He took a deep breath and said, he hoped with what did not sound too over enthusiastic, “You are welcome to stay here, Yalise. I have a spare bedroom. It is not much but you are welcome to it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to see the visible sign of relief register across his daughter’s face as she said suddenly, “Now, I can buy the car!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The car? What car?” David questioned, confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perry’s car! The Volkswagen!” she answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Perry’s car? How do you know Perry Andrews?” her father questioned again. With that question, Yalise began to explain all about her visit with David’s neighbor and from that she went on to explain of how she came to the island and what her plan had been. She said it all so fast that she left David’s mind in a muddled whirl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening after David had called and invited Perry over for pizza as a thank you for looking out for Yalise while she waited for him to come home from work. Perry and Yalise had carried all of the luggage back to David’s house and Perry had shown obvious relief that David was not angry with him for not warning him of Yalise’s visit before he got home. If Perry could have known, David could not have had a sweeter surprise in his life than to find his daughter waiting for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner while David cleaned up, Perry and Yalise took the Volkswagen for a drive and Yalise fell immediately in love. They concluded the deal with a visit to the local notary of public and a thousand dollars in travelers checks signed over to Perry. The little green Beetle was Yalise’s and it was the very first car of her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalise often found herself through the evening thinking she should pinch herself because she was so comfortable and at ease with the two men. She had lived with her mother and her stepfather, Jonathan until she graduated from high school and then taking a job as intern counselor for “special” children, she had moved into the facility and took up her duties. She had been so involved with the kids and the facility that she had not had much of a desire to spend her salary so she was able to save for almost a year and a half for the trip to the island. At the facility, a home and also day camp set in rural area from where the city she had grown up in, she also discovered a love for another type of activity…horses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning when David got up and headed for work as his small print shop on the Strand, Yalise found herself with a whole day ahead of her. When she checked it seemed that Perry had also gone to work because his truck was gone from the driveway of his house. In less than three days, she had resigned her job from the facility, traveled well over 1200 miles on a bus, found her father, found a home and bought a car. The beginnings of a new life on the island she had been born on but she had almost no memory of. She had read as much as she could about the island but she was also not prepared to negotiate everywhere without some assistance. Plus there was that very appealing job ad in the paper of yesterday. Checking David’s paper she found the ad still listed and when the right hour had come, she called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gruff Texan voice, with that yet unfamiliar western twang to it, answered the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beach Stables.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi!” Yalise began with enthusiasm and then continued, “I am calling about the ad in the paper for a stable guide? Is it still available?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yep, sure is but there have been quite a few people here for the job since I ran it a couple of days ago. I haven’t made up my mind yet so you’re welcome to come and apply. Can you ride? Know anything about horses? Cause if you don’t, then there ain’t no need in you coming.” the man replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes and yes. Where are you located?” Yalise answered and ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Off Freeport Highway. Know where that is? If not, it’s on the west end of the island. Head straight down Seawall and then go to the right at the “Y”. Go two miles and you’ll see the sign on the left. Just a sandy road and if you are not careful, you’ll miss it. When you get here, ask for Jonah. If it ain’t me, then someone will show where I am. Be here in an hour cause I got to go to Houston this morning and that is the only time I can talk with you.” said the man, whom Yalise assumed was Jonah, and then hung up before Yalise could say anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalise glanced down at the dead receiver of David’s home phone in surprise and thought how abrupt the man had been but the thought of working with the horses and getting paid for it again gave her plenty of reason to forgo any insult she might have felt. Then. she panicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“An hour?” She had yet to get dressed, which meant finding the right clothes, showering and still persuading her yet not well known little car through the island’s traffic and to her destination. She uttered a silent prayer that she would make it and also that she would get the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found Seawall easy enough from David’s house. How could one miss the Gulf of Mexico lying straight in front of her once she backed the Volkswagen out and turned left at the next intersection. She reached the last stop sign and with only the wide boulevard of Seawall and beyond that the Gulf, she turned right and headed west just as Jonah had directed her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had worn her most comfortable jeans that still looked new, a pair of riding boots, even though she knew they were not western enough for the Texas island of Galveston. She had her letter of recommendation from her supervisor at the facility as well as one written by Zack, the stable manager at the facility, where she had passed all of his courses and was a confident teacher to the children on how to deal with and how to ride horses. She had known that she had always loved horses but it was not until she worked at the facility that she had been exposed to them and discovered she had a natural flair for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galveston Island was not that long and after several lights, plus noticing a few brave souls on the still-winter beach, she found the “Y” in the road and went right, as Jonah had instructed. She almost did drive right past the small sign for the stable but she saw it ahead of time, downshifted the Beetle and turned left onto a narrow little white sand lane. She found a long lean-to at the end of the road and a pickup truck and a jeep parked along the back of the lean-to. A sign said “Customer Parking” at the driveway to where the truck and jeep were parked so she pulled her car in to park beside the jeep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking her short, curly light brunette hair, and trying to calm her quivering nerves, she turned off the car and climbed out of the driver’s side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air was heavy with moisture and the smell of salt with a brisk breeze blowing off the Gulf. The day had dawned with a partially cloudy sky and though some had disappeared by this hour of ten in the morning, she still felt a less impact of warmth of sunshine. It was late February and the season for the island would not begin until mid-March but she also knew the island was popular and had year-round visitors. She straightened her shoulders and walked with what she hoped appeared to be self-confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she rounded the end of the lean-to, she found two men sitting in some camping chairs and both glanced up when they saw her. One was an older man, at least in his early sixties, tall, slender, and with a lightly lined, craggy face exposed under the brim of his hat. His long legs were stretched out in front of him and she felt his gaze sweep over her as if trying to decide for himself what she was made of. She could not help but wonder what he was thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His companion was a younger man, late forties, and shorter with a bit of girth around his middle. His hat was pushed further back and she saw a friendlier face. His blue eyes to be filled with amusement and he smiled at her as if trying to make her feel more welcome. He seemed to be completely at ease with himself and his surroundings. The older man spoke first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I help you?” he ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I am looking for Jonah. I have an appointment with him. My name is Yalise Barry.” she answered, trying to sound calm and relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“’Bout the guide job?” he questioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.” she replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I’m Jonah. Come in and take a seat.” he said pointing to an empty canvas camping chair and she did as he suggested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah and Yalise talked of her experience with horses first, and then he laid out the details to the job with a few comments added here and there by Ben, his stable manager. The job was very different than what she had done at the facility because all she really had to do now was guide guests along a two-mile stretch of beach and make sure that their horses stayed under control and they kept the animals to a walk. She knew she could be ask some questions about the island as well as the horses but she felt she was well versed on both. Jonah explained that the job paid on a commission basis when she was out with guests and eight dollars an hour when she wasn’t. She would be required to saddle the horses, water them and tend to them when she was at work. She would have to bring them from the actual stable across Freeport Highway and then at the end of the day bring them back. It entailed feeding, currying and basic groom duties. The riding stable was open seven days a week except for Thanksgiving and Christmas or if the weather was too bad for anyone to want to hire a horse for a ride. That decision was totally Jonah’s and she would have to call during bad weather to see if she had to work that day or not. She was given a day of her choice to have off as long as it was not a weekend and in the peak season, she may be required to work seven days a week. Jonah was quick to tell her that if she needed certain times off that to ask and he would do his best to oblige her. Then sizing her up once again, he ask “Do you can handle that?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer came without hesitation. “Yes.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, next thing. Let’s see how well you can ride.” Jonah stated. &lt;br /&gt;This was the part that Yalise had been waiting for. She had seen that there were four horses saddled and waiting in the lean-to. They were there for anyone who showed up wanting to ride for the rental fee of twenty dollars an hour. Yalise examined the horses one by one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest one to her was a dark bay with the accompanying black mane and tail. His deep red color and black markings were only alleviated by one small patch of white on his forehead. He was a tall gelding, standing easy at sixteen hands, and from the look of the gear and simple reining, she knew he was Ben’s horse to ride on the guest tours. She was told his name was Star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one was a pretty pinto mare with clearly defined black and white markings. She was small, mostly Quarter Horse, and had a beautiful head. Her wide brown eyes were intelligent and friendly. Jonah told Yalise that the mare’s name was Lacy and she was one of the most popular riding horses for the “green” riders, meaning someone who had never ridden before because of her good nature and her laid-back attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to Lacy was another mare, a light colored palomino with the wispy usual cream-colored mane and tail. Two socks were on her back legs and a slender snip blaze on her face. She, like Lacy, had a seemingly gentle disposition and stared with interest at Yalise. Yalise was informed that her name was Goldie Hawn but everyone called her Goldie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next horse was an oddly patterned spotted horse. He was not Appaloosa or pinto or even dapple gray but his colors of brown and white ran together like spilled paint. He had “wall eyes”, with the white showing more than the brown of his pupils. He was short at barely fifteen hands, stocky with large hooves, and a straight Roman nose. He was standing in a relaxed pose, paying only attention to his empty feed trough, and giving everyone the air that he could care less what was going on around him. He was a gelding with a surly attitude. Ben said his name was Pitch and he was a “piebald”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah indicated the two mares and Pitch and told Yalise to pick one for her “interview” ride. He did not indicate which one but just to take her choice. Suspecting that this was a very important moment in securing the job, Yalise examined all three horses carefully and then chose Pitch. If the choice made any difference to either man, neither one indicated it. Jonah just nodded and told her to mount up. Ben, meanwhile, turned to get on Star and once both were mounted, he told Yalise to follow him. They did not even get twenty feet from the stable before Pitch balked and did a quick crow hop to the right side, something that would unseat any unsuspecting rider. Yalise had been prepared for it and went with him at he whirled to face back to the lean-to. She applied pressure to the right side of the saddle and a firm pull on the right side of his bit causing him to turn once again facing away from the lean-to. As he swung back around, she nudged him gently in the ribs to which he ducked his head and gave a short buck. She sat him out and when his head came up, she reapplied more pressure to her heels and was given a satisfactory response of the horse moving forward to join Star as he was told to do. As she came along side Ben where he was sitting on Star waiting for her, he chuckled lightly and said, “That is why his name is Pitch. He “pitches” most everybody off unless they know how to ride. I bet you got the job already. Everybody else that Jonah has interviewed has chosen the wrong horse because Pitch is the test horse. You are going to do just fine. Come on and let me show you our little riding beach. It isn’t that long but its pretty enough. After the ride, if Jonah does hire you like I think he will, you can have one of the easier horses to ride for work.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I get the job, I think I’ll “keep” him. I like his spunk and he did get me the job. If that is okay?” Yalise stated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You want him, Yalise, you got him.” Ben replied, smiling broadly and thinking to himself that the girl had class and a good eye for horseflesh. Pitch was ornery and ugly but he was one of the best riding horses Ben had ever known. Strong and durable, he could do a whole eight-hour day even in Galveston’s humid heat and hardly break a sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalise could hardly believe that she had gotten the job but there it was…she was hired. Jonah told her to report for work the next morning at eight in time to help Ben feed the horses and get the ones ready for that day’s rides and guests. Now, she was on her way home and it was still before noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew several things that she needed to get accomplished before David got home from work. She had not told her father that she was going to apply for a job that day, in case, it did not work out. David seemed to still be too stunned that she was there to have questions about how she would support herself. She had hinted that she had enough money to do her for awhile without leaning on him and then the subject had been dropped. When he had left in the morning, he had given her a spare key to the house and told her to enjoy her day. If her father had real plans of sharing some time with her now, he would have to do after her work hours were over. She felt stronger and more secure to once again have a job and the ability to take care of herself on her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one unpleasant task she had yet to do and that was to inform her mother of her whereabouts. Beth had objected when Yalise wanted to leave home right after graduation. Beth claimed that both she and Jonathan wanted Yalise to go to college but Yalise only wanted out of the house. She got along with Jonathan okay but she knew that he and her mother had never actually been alone because of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan was everything to Beth that David had never been. Jonathan was more ambitious, more materialistic, and more open to thoughts of travel that David had been. David had been born in Houston, spent most of his youth there and then had come to Galveston where he hired on as an apprentice in the print shop that he now owned. When his former employer, Mr. Murphy, had decided to retire, David had bought the shop. He was still young and had a wife and a small baby but he had bought it anyway. There had been a great deal of sacrifice over the years to keep the shop open until finally Beth had enough, took her daughter and moved into the Northwest to be near her own family. Now, for almost the last two years, it had been just Beth and Jonathan, who had a well-paid job as a plant manager. Yalise felt like an outsider with them. She wanted a family that wanted her and she hoped that she could find this with her father. Yet, to explain all of that to her mother was going to be anything but easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she drove the Beetle down the right side of Seawall Boulevard, Yalise kept glancing at the Gulf rolling in and out on the shore. She had barely remembered it from when she was a child and her former home had been far inland so once again, the sea fascinated her. She wanted to stop the car and linger on the almost empty beach for awhile but she did not have the time. She decided to save it for another time when she could really savor the experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needed some clothes to accommodate her new job and definitely, a new pair of western boots if she could afford them. The English riding boots that she had were totally inadequate for the western gear and she was well aware that she would need the proper clothing and gear to do a proper job. Troubled about the availability of boots but hopeful, Yalise decided to try a local modest priced department store she saw and she whipped the car into a u-turn and pulled into the parking lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later and three hundred dollars less in travelers checks, she emerged from the store with new jeans, new shirts and a stylish pair of black tooled-leather boots, pointed toe and all. The boots would kill her feet until she broke them in but they were still worth it. The wider, higher heel on them would grip the broad wood base of the stirrups better and give her a more secure seat on Pitch or whatever else horse she rode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When David arrived home from work, he found himself in a very unfamiliar situation. As he let himself in the front door, after parking his car behind Yalise’s Beetle, he was greeted with the smell of food cooking, wonderful smells. He had never been much of a cook but had subsisted on breakfast, or frozen food dinners or take out. It had been a long time since his small house had been filled with the scents of dinner. He thought instantly of Beth and that brought thoughts of having to buy her half of the house and the struggle it had caused on him financially but he had kept his house and his shop but not his daughter. Now, it seemed for the time being, he had all three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laid his brief case on the coffee table and walked into the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;Yalise seemed to be at ease as she sat at the kitchen table reading a book and the electric crock pot was steamed and obviously cooking something that smelled delicious. He glanced hopefully at it and then back at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hope you like beef stew?” she remarked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Homemade?” he answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, almost. Used frozen veggies but it still will be good. It’s Mom’s recipe with a little variation. I sort of counted on the fact that you enjoyed her cooking?” Yalise continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, that is one good memory I have of her but…” then his voice trailed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But one of the very few, right?” Yalise finished his sentence for him or so she thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Yalise, I have many good memories of your mother but I don’t think she does of me.” David remarked, his face showing signs of tenseness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry about it, Dad. We don’t have to talk about Mom. Besides…” she spoke, “I have a ton of things to tell you about it and all of it is good news. The stew is done so if you are ready to eat, go wash up and I’ll set the table.” Yalise said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great!” her father replied and went off to the bathroom to do as instructed, thinking to himself that happiness had been a long time in coming but none-the-less, it had come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked over dinner and David was surprised at how much Yalise had accomplished in the short time she had been there. He warned her about the fluxuating tourist trade of the island. There could be days when there would be no one who wanted to rent a horse. Could Yalise make do on perhaps an unstable income. She explained about the work at the actual stable with Ben and that she felt that she could survive. David appeared to be doubtful but he did not pursue it as he did not want to crush her enthusiasm. If he was disappointed that he would have to see and spend time with his daughter around her work hours, he never let on to it. In his mind, his child had come home but that child was a grown adult with a mind and a life of her own. It was a strange transition from the nine year old he remembered to the nineteen year old who was used to making her own decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once dinner was over and they cleaned up the kitchen together, they sat down in the living room together and watched television to pass the evening. When David was ready to sleep after the late news, he found that his daughter was also as she now as he did had to get up early in the morning and go to work. Life was taking on a nice rhythm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days did fall into a pleasant rhythm as winter crept out and Spring tripped in. The island took on a different look with fully bloomed flowers and flushed-green trees. The traffic on Broadway and the Seawall became busier as locals and tourists alike flocked to Galveston’s beaches. The brown sand became warm to bare feet and the Gulf went from dark winter gray to blue-green or brown at times. At night, the water rolled tranquilly into shore, its temperature changing with the season and the birds returning once again. The tiny nondescript sandpiper chasing along the waves, plucking microscopic food from the water, and the white, gray-tipped wings of the air bandits, the seagulls, screeched and cried above her head when she walked the beach either alone or with her father. Though her muscles ached from the hard work at her job and she was weary at the end of the day, she could not remember a time when she had been happier in her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days grew longer and the nights grew shorter, Yalise began to invite Perry to dinner as often as he would come. His job as ferryboat pilot on Galveston Bay to the Bolivar Peninsula sometimes required different shifts since the ferries ran twenty-four hours a day. She had a taken the trip across the Bay with him at the wheel and then explored the fifty miles of the Peninsula before it fed into the main interstate heading east out of Texas. In the various towns along the old highway, she had found detours to public beaches and wonderful neighborhoods of homes on tall pilings. Homes or weekend getaways for people everywhere. The beaches were less populated and she could walk for miles without hardly seeing a soul. She knew it would change with the coming of summer but still it would less crowded than the island’s beaches. Her one day a week off was used to learn the island, the Peninsula, and one daring day, the long drive into Houston where she quickly turned around and headed back for the less crowded conditions of Galveston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perry told her endless stories of the island and its history. She was fascinated since it was her hometown. She soon began to feel that she had been there all of her life. That she really did have a home after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth was angry and upset with her and Yalise knew that her mother felt betrayed but she hoped with time that her mother would understand her decision to return to Galveston. She could see a visible change in her father as he smiled more and actually put on weight from her cooking. He would tell her that his little house seemed to be such a better place now with her there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job was wonderful as she guided tourists with their horses down the beach and answered endless questions about the horses and about Galveston. She had fallen in love with Pitch and he seemed to feel the same. She rode him the most often but gave him more days off than she had because he worked hard for her. She developed a strong fondness for Ben and Jonah and had an attachment for every horse in the stable. She had been contented at the facility but this job seemed to bring her truly to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though almost ten years older than she was, Perry had become a close companion. She was amazed at how much she enjoyed his company. When he finally ask her for a date, she was not caught off guard at all. He would not tell her where they were going but she soon found herself in his truck headed for Houston to see the zoo there and to savor some of the exceptional food and sights that could be had in a city as large as Houston was. She felt less intimidated by the size of the city when she was with Perry. If David had any objections to Yalise seeing Perry on a more personal basis, he never showed it. The two men had really become her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From friendship to love, from being a stranger to the possibility of a life together, Yalise’s search for love had come full circle. She had found her father once again, she had found love in Perry, and she had found the magic of Galveston Island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-3369979424333171252?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3369979424333171252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=3369979424333171252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3369979424333171252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/3369979424333171252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-island.html' title='Love Island'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-6665931868009661538</id><published>2007-04-03T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:41:45.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱</title><content type='html'>2000年一个秋天，我升上了琼海长坡中学学习。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年我15岁，前半年除了学习就是打电脑了。&lt;br /&gt;一次上晚自，我在长文上网聊天，忽然听见有人喊：“小翠，我买一条毛巾。”小翠去拿时，她转身对我说你是9班的吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我点了一下头，奇怪她竟然认识我“我也是9班的！”噢！我这才恍然大悟！&lt;br /&gt;后来在班里时常看见她大胆注视我的目光，我常慌乱的躲开，那时的我还不懂男女之间的事。&lt;br /&gt;一次校会上，我穿着刚买的新衣服，王艾一见转身走了，不一会儿她换了一身新衣服从女生宿舍走了出来。那时的我觉得她很莫名奇妙！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一晃半年过去了，那时我的舍友符彬已经开始谈恋爱了，领着女友常常在宿舍招摇！&lt;br /&gt;我气不过！一天夜里对他和舍友说：“我们班的班花常常勾引我，我都懒得理她！”符彬问：“怎么勾引你的？”“她经常对我暗送秋波，有一次她看了我22秒多！”我幽默了一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们听了哄堂大笑“她经常朝我笑！有一次上晚自习，她坐在我旁边唱：”只要你愿意。只要你愿意‘“他们激我：”别自作多情了，有本事你去把她领到宿舍里来。“我一冲动说：”你们等着！我这就去班里找她“快走到班里时，她正好出来不知去干什么我在那个路口叫住她：”王艾！我找你有点事！“我心慌气促、结结巴巴的说，”什么事？“她问”到我们宿舍去说吧！“也许是勾引了我很长时间，她等待的有点不耐烦了！看我好不容易才行动，她也有点急不可待，那个有风的夜晚！月光皎洁，凉风习习，我和她走在去宿舍的路上，感觉兴奋又紧张。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了宿舍，陈剑他们一脸惊喜的笑容：眼中装满了佩服的内容。让我得意极了。他们和王艾聊了一会儿，出去时把门反锁上了，急的王艾拍着门，我忙说：“开开吧！”他们笑着打开门就走了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和王艾坐着开始说一些不着边际的话：“你怎么认识小翠的”我说：“通过电脑认识的……你怎么认识的？”&lt;br /&gt;“小翠是我朋友的姐姐！……你的床好象是最整洁的！”，我说：“我是个爱整洁的男人”她笑了，她笑的样子很纯洁灿烂，象一朵绽放的白玫瑰花。&lt;br /&gt;这时，突然停电了我听到了窗外符彬和陈剑的笑声，“你们干吗呢？”“我们来拿一本书”我知道他们在窗外听了很久！王艾一脸矜持又掺杂着些不好意思，拿着蜡烛替我照着让我帮他们找。&lt;br /&gt;九点多的时候，她说我该走了！&lt;br /&gt;我路过巷道时一哥们儿见了我们，朝我一脸的坏笑，她依旧走得很快。象一朵盛开的莲花一样旋转着裙裾！&lt;br /&gt;在女生楼前，她说：“你回吧”我目送着她消失在楼道深处。一路唱着情歌回返。&lt;br /&gt;回到宿舍后，哥们儿吹捧我是恋爱高手！&lt;br /&gt;我心里那个美呀！就甭提了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来他们也学我说：“某某看了我十二又四分之三秒呢！她是不是勾引我？”我附合：“那还会有假吗？当然是勾引你了！”&lt;br /&gt;我和王艾从那天确定了恋爱关系，一次她对我说：“我常在夜里睡不着时，看窗外的星星。”我说：“那时我如果找把梯子爬到你宿舍里，和你继续恩爱的缠绵该多好啊！”她笑：“有那么高的梯子吗？”“有的，佛曰：”心中有就有‘“　”什么呀？“她又笑起来”你怎么会喜欢上我的？“她调皮的回答我：”我看见你迷恋电脑，觉得你不务正业。于是决定帮帮你，谁想你却爱上我了“一次她拿着柳枝穿越教室，向我走来时脸上浮现的笑，我认为是美绝人寰的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一次去找她，她说：“我还没吃晚饭呢？”我说那我明天来找你吧！&lt;br /&gt;气得她大骂我头脑简单，我只好请她去吃饭饭后，她又说林青霞演的《滚滚红尘》不错，我只好又请她去看了那个我看来近乎是垃圾一样的电影。&lt;br /&gt;那天我开始摸到了她美丽的小辫子。&lt;br /&gt;不几天，我就又得到了她的亲吻！&lt;br /&gt;很快临近毕业了，我们也选择了当时校园爱情的大多数结果——分手，因为我们的家互相隔的太远，她不愿嫁到远隔千里之遥的我的故乡，我更不会做倒插门女婿，这场爱情便只好不了了之了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;符彬和他的女友也早在毕业前一月就开始了浪漫的告别方式，远游去了一次黄河！&lt;br /&gt;“爱情在现实面前是不堪一击的！”是我和符彬在一次夜谈中得出的爱情感悟。&lt;br /&gt;在3年后的这个夜晚，在经历过多次世俗势利的相爱后。&lt;br /&gt;我突然很想念那场校园爱情，于是有了这篇追忆爱情的文章。&lt;br /&gt;“王艾现在应该有男朋友了吧？我这样想着，泪水突然浸润了眼筐.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-6665931868009661538?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-5368127006664341384</id><published>2007-04-03T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:26:08.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Mr.Romantic Personal Post*</title><content type='html'>Hello my blog reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is non-romance post yea, basically just wish to share something interesting with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose all people/most people here got use Friendster or Hi5 or something similar yea, those friendship web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, while i am browsing the net, found another web which you can find it "&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, may be you will think that is just another similar friendship site yea, but one big different thing is that, this web not only let you make friend, it also provide you with some features which you will never find on those other web, so what you waiting, visit now by click "&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further more, for those single personally, you may wish to try your luck there and may be, just may be your prince/princess might be there waiting for you yea! So wait no further, "&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com"&gt;Visit&lt;/a&gt;" it right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all like it yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-5368127006664341384?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5368127006664341384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=5368127006664341384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5368127006664341384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/5368127006664341384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/mrromantic-personal-post.html' title='*Mr.Romantic Personal Post*'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-1956811402837907407</id><published>2007-04-01T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:35:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doll of Love...</title><content type='html'>This story is about a girl who felt ignored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club, I found out that I fell in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;Before the trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him.&lt;br /&gt;And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there was so many other girls.&lt;br /&gt;To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't"&lt;br /&gt;"Why? You need to study at home?" I felt disappointment grabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;"No... I am going to meet a friend..."&lt;br /&gt;He was always like that.&lt;br /&gt;He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;To him, I was just a girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;The word 'love' only came out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Since I knew him, I had never heard I'm say 'I love you' before.&lt;br /&gt;To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 1O0 days...2O0 days...&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Jin, I...&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What...don't drag, just say...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: ...........you.....um, just take this doll and go home.&lt;br /&gt;That was how he ignored my 'three words' and handed me the doll.&lt;br /&gt;Then he disappeared, like he was running away.&lt;br /&gt;The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;There were many....&lt;br /&gt;Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday.&lt;br /&gt;When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call.&lt;br /&gt;But... lunch passed, dinner passed...and soon the sky was dark... he still didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. &lt;br /&gt;He told me to come out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Still. I felt joy and I ran out happily.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jin...&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Here...take this...&lt;br /&gt;Again, he handed me a little doll.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's this?&lt;br /&gt;Jin: I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going home now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Today? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;He turned around and walked away like nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Then I shouted...&lt;br /&gt;"Wait..."&lt;br /&gt;Jin: You have something to say?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me, tell me you love me...&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my pathetic self behind and clung onto him.&lt;br /&gt;But he just said simple cold words and left.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to say...that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else."&lt;br /&gt;That was what he said. Then ran off...&lt;br /&gt;My legs felt numb...and I collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily...&lt;br /&gt;How could he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he is not the right guy for me...&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't call me, although I was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;That's how those dolls piled up in my room... everyday&lt;br /&gt;After a month, I got myself together and went to school.&lt;br /&gt;But what made the pain resurface was that.... I saw him on a street...with another girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me...as he touched the doll...&lt;br /&gt;I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell...&lt;br /&gt;Why did he gave these to me...&lt;br /&gt;Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls...&lt;br /&gt;In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that....its going to end.&lt;br /&gt;Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happened and joking around.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he held out the doll as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: What....why...&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I don't want to see a person like you again!&lt;br /&gt;I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes were very shaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry" He apologized in a tiny voice.&lt;br /&gt;He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll... &lt;br /&gt;"You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!"&lt;br /&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll.&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;Honk~ Honk~&lt;br /&gt;With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.&lt;br /&gt;"Jin! Move! Move away!" I shouted...&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.&lt;br /&gt;"Jin, move!"&lt;br /&gt;HONK~!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Boom!" That sound, so terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;That's how he went away from me.&lt;br /&gt;That's how he went away without evening opening his eyes to say one word to me.&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him...&lt;br /&gt;And after spending two months like a crazy person...&lt;br /&gt;I took out the dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days... when we were in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One...two... three..."&lt;br /&gt;That was how... I started to count the dolls...&lt;br /&gt;"Four hundred and eighty four... four hundred and eighty five..."&lt;br /&gt;It all ended with 485 dolls.&lt;br /&gt;I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I hugged it tightly, then suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~, I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the dolls, shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"I....lo..ve...you??"&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~ I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;It can't be!&lt;br /&gt;I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on the side.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~"&lt;br /&gt;Those words came out non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;I...love you...&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I realize that.....&lt;br /&gt;That his heart was always by my side, protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I realize that he love me this much...&lt;br /&gt;I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road.&lt;br /&gt;It had his blood stain on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much...&lt;br /&gt;"Jo...Do you know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't say I love you.... Um... since I was too shy... If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that i love you... everyday... till I die... Jo... I love you..."&lt;br /&gt;The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now?&lt;br /&gt;He can't be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute...&lt;br /&gt;For that... and for that reason... to me... it became courage... to live a beautiful life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768795844892486588-1956811402837907407?l=romantic-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1956811402837907407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768795844892486588&amp;postID=1956811402837907407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/1956811402837907407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768795844892486588/posts/default/1956811402837907407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romantic-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/04/doll-of-love.html' title='Doll of Love...'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768795844892486588.post-5464236764499859694</id><published>2007-04-01T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:29:21.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the guy next to me. He&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang. On the other en
