The Essence of True Love...

Love doesn't have to have a happy ending, because love doesn't have to end at all. A man realized he wanted his love back not wanting to be hurt again. The girl said "no." the man cried out to God, "if it was meant to be, why did I lose her?" God replied, "you didn't lose her...you let her go!" when you love someone, don't expect that person to love you back the same amount. One of you will be ahead, the other behind. It's either you catch up or the other waits.

THINK OF THIS: have you really cared for someone more than you expected? Have you ever tried to love him/her in spite of all the pain? Will you keep on loving him/her as he/she whispers someone else's name? Will you??? true love hears what is not spoken, and understands what is not explained, for love doesn't work in the mouth, nor the mind, but in the heart... when you love, you must not accept anything in return, for if you do, you're not loving but investing. if you love, you must prepare to accept pain, for if you expect happiness, your not loving but using...

WHAT IF SOMEONE TELLS YOU THIS: never be afraid to fall in love. it may hurt a lot, it may give you aches and pains, but if you don't follow your heart, in the end you will cry even more for not giving love a chance. I'm sorry if you can't love me the way you loved the one before me, so I'll let you go to find him/her and hope someday you'll see that the one true love you're looking for was the one who set you free... Aint it funny we're trying to catch the attention of the one we think we love? we hardly notice the one we're really looking for was just there. you don't notice them 'till they are in the arms of someone else... love is like standing on wet cement, the longer you stay the harder it is to leave... and you can never go without leaving your prints behind...

FOOD FOR THOUGHT: it's better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than lose that someone you love with your useless pride. I can't choose who I'm going to love, but I also can't just love who chooses to love me... and you can't blame me in choosing to love you as much as I can't blame you for not learning to love me. "How can I say goodbye to someone I never had? Why do tears fall for someone who was never mine? why is that I miss someone I was never with and I ask why I love someone who's love was never mine?" it's hard for two people to love each other when they live in two different worlds... but when these two worlds collide and become one, that's what you call..............magic! Don’t love a person like a flower, because a flower dies in season. Love them like a river because a river flows forever... "love may leave your heart like shattered glass, but keep in mind that there's someone who'll be willing to endure the pain of picking up the pieces so you could be whole again" the most cruel thing a guy could do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall! (And vice versa!) "Work like you don't need the money, Love like you've never been hurt, Dance like you do, when nobody is watching.

THIS IS THE ESSENCE OF TRUE LOVE.....

A love that bites...

by Paolo Manlapaz

I'm going to fall in love someday. One day, perhaps from out of the blue, perhaps from behind my back, some wonderfully precious lady is going to grab one of those caveman type clubs and send it crashing down over my head. She's going to make me see stars. For days I'm going to be in a smiling stupor. Maybe I'll even drool a bit. And I'm going to be in love. This love is going to be neither cheap nor easy. It's not going to be a plastic ring bought at the corner dimestore. It's not going to be a brass ring purchased at some commercial mall. It's going to be a set of diamonds on a ring of gold. This ring will not come from a gemstore though. I'm going to craft it myself. I'm going to travel through valleys and hills, up mountains, and down chasms in search of rich mines. I'm going to smelt the ore, fashion the ring, cut the diamonds, and forge this magnificent jewel. It's going to shine in the sunlight, glitter in the moonlight, and it will last for more than a thousand years. And it will be for her. Now I don't want this love to be bed of roses, painted or otherwise. I don't want it simply sweet and sugary. I don't want it to be just like peppermint bits or chocolate kisses. I want this love to hurt. I want this love to bite. I want this love to be able to bite. I'm not talking about love bites. I'm not talking about ant bites, mosquito bites, bee stings. I don't want to be bitten by some pitiful insect that I can slap away or crush with barely a thought. I want to be bitten by something with teeth. I want to be bitten by a great white shark or the king of the jungle. I want a piece of myself to be torn away and chewed on. I want to bleed. I'm not crazy and I'm not a masochist. I have never enjoyed pain and I don't like being hurt. But I want my love to be able to hurt me. I want my love to be someone I can fuss over, someone who'll have me pulling out my hair in fistfuls trying to decide whether she'd rather have the dozen roses or the Valentine truffles. I want my love to make me chew my fingernails down to my knuckles when it's almost midnight and she's not home from the office yet. I want my love to make my heart pound ceaselessly when I worry about her driving on highways inhabited by gas-pedal-pushing madmen. I want my love to make me pace back and forth, wearing deep trenches in the carpet, when it's 8:30 and she hasn't called yet. I want my love to push big, fat, watery tears from the hiding places in my eyes, down my flushed cheeks, off my hardened chin, and onto my clenched fists when she yells the word "hate" in my face and calls me a jerk. I want to feel the cold kiss of steel through my heart should my love ever leave me all alone. And should my love ever die, I want to weep for days on end. I want to scream and kick and curse and hate. I want to feel as if my body were being burned by fierce flames. I want to thrash madly about and when my spirit is spent, I want to feel a noose tighten around my neck, slowly choking me. With my hands clasped about my throat, I want to feel cold, as if ice had slid though my veins. I want to feel the heavy black weight loss and love on my frail shoulders. I want my love to hurt, hurt as painfully as can be. I want to feel every bit of this pain. I want to feel every bit of this love. I want this because love that doesn't hurt is love that isn't real. And I want the real thing for me and my true love.

Red Rose...

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, I love you even more this year, than last year on this day. My love for you will always grow, with every passing year." She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, In her husband's favorite chair. While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there. A year went by, and it was to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very hour, The doorbell rang, and there were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock. Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, Why would someone would do this to her, causing her such pain? "I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago," The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know. The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance. Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance. There is a standing order, that I have on file down here, And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year. There also is another thing, that I think you should know, He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago. Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here, that's the card that should be sent to you the following year." She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard. Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote... "Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone. I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome. I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real. Or if it was the other way, I know how I would feel. The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life. I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife. You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve. I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears. That is why the roses will be sent to you for years. When you get these roses, think of all the happiness that we had together, and how both of us were blessed. I have always loved you and I know I always will. But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still. Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days. I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways. The roses will come every year, and they will only stop, When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock. He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out. But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt! To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him and place the roses where we are, together once again. Sometimes in life, you find a special friend; Someone who changes your life just by being part of it. Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop; Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world. Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.