One day, I was in the phase of playing something, in doing all those activities which a child does. I had a sip of Whisky, quite bitter for me but I started taking it for all day long and almost on a 24X7 hrs basis. Soon a year passed and I cleared my secondary year exams, then I realized that the only work I can do is drinking. I continued with this habit till I crossed my Engineering exams. I was one of the most notorious students of my college. I used to bunk college and have whisky for the day long. To add to the glory, I also recall having beaten my teacher, my classmates, and my seniors. I was involved in all such activities in my college. I have more suspension letters than certificates, a student should have.
My first day of college if I reflect – it was 9:30AM, after having my usual dose of whisky I entered my class. Suddenly there was a pin drop silence in my class because they mistook me to be the teacher who would take the first class. But of course I crossed them and went to the last bench of class and had a seat.
With such kind of activities I had completed my engineering. I got two different things while I was in engineering, First my liver failed and now my name starts from “Er.” nothing new. Then finally my life took an unexpected and amazing change because my father sent me to a coaching center where I learnt how to crack “CAT”. From that day my mom told me not to drink and I stopped drinking. But as I knew it that CAT was not my cup of tea I focused on MAT and I scored a decent percentile. Now it was my turn to get a college of my type where I can study. Then I finally got a college and started my MBA.
On a very pleasant morning a girl entered the class. She was very pretty but carried lots of attitude with her. Her presence made me feel good though I am not sure why? May be her appearance was so attractive. She was a cute girl with very nice hair cut having an attitude that attracted me towards her. I need a long page or even a more to describe her beauty. She is a girl of values and limits, not a regular product/construction of Mr. God. I used to attend the college so that I can see her face. Many a times I tried to talk her but all the time something stopped me to do so. One day I broke the silence between us and said “Hi” to her and she replied in the same tone, I used. From that day we started talking but in the college hours only. The days are so interesting but the nights are very much boring for me, I don’t want to talk her like a fool for the whole night but ‘I miss her’ all the night and I keep on thinking about her. Then the days turned into months and I found that I really liked that lady who entered in my class a long time ago. In order to say the three words - I LOVE YOU, I went to college and found that she left for her hometown the previous night. Then I started talking to her with the help of SMSs. With the start of a simple ‘hi’, ‘hello’ we both started sharing almost everything and I told her what was my past. After having a decent talk I finally got the time because she is coming to college next morning. I dressed well and took her from the station to her room in the city. Next day she attended the college I was in complete anxiety that for the first time I would say those magical words to any girl. Finally I said “I LOVE YOU” but she replied – “I need time”…..
She is such a nice girl that she did not stop talking to me. For quite a considerable period of time we even fought with each other on some stupid reasons. One night I was talking to her and missing her badly because I was unable to see her face. I copied her picture from FB and I forgot this that I have done something like that as I am in habit of keep forgetting things. Time passed and one day she asked me that do you have any photograph of mine. I said “no” without thinking for a second as I was sure that I don’t have her snap. Then she suddenly started crying and said ”It’s been a very small time but I started liking you in spite of knowing your past, but you broke my trust” and the words she used that day were “You don’t love me that’s why you did that “.
How could I explain, how much I love her? It was a mistake. I am in a habit of forgetting things. I was as innocent as a child, for the first time in my life I cried and for 4-5 hours. I keep on crying and abusing myself that why you have such a bad habit. My mind recalled me her wordings in every 10-15 minutes. Then finally my phone rang I searched that into my bed, it was her message again “(my name) please try to sleep I got your point but you hurt me today, it will not be very easy for me to forget this but I will try. Bye…” Next day we have to go somewhere for our college work so I went to her home to pick her, I was wearing a black goggle so that she could not see my eyes as there is swelling around them because I was crying whole night. She said hi how are you? Fine, I replied. Then we completed our work came back to our home and for that day it was the only conversation we made because I was crying and she was upset. When we reached our destination she looked into my eyes and said” You don`t wished me today, Good Morning”. In few days we started talking and everything was fine. Somehow I succeeded in rebuilding her trust on me. I know I am having a habit of forgetting things and now she also knew it.
Now she gave me her snaps so that I will not steal that from FB. She said “if you need something that is related to me, just ask I will give it to you”. After that I always keep in mind that I am not supposed to hurt her again, as it gives a more pain to me. Hurting a girl was not that much tough for me being what I was earlier but she changed my views. A day before a week ago she was not feeling well and also missing her home badly so she went to her home town and now I am missing her badly. With this reason that she is with her family, she is unable able to talk to me and I am also busy working for some wedding function in my family but a day before yesterday she texted me – ‘how are you and all’, I also replied but I was feeling very much sleepy because I had a whole day work with my family. She was waiting for my reply but as I was feeling very much sleepy I fell asleep but she kept on waiting. Next day she was not at all in mood to talk but I somehow maintained the conversation. It was 12:30 in the afternoon and she suddenly texted me and we started our conversation but again she asked me – “if you are free then only talk to me else no need of waiting for you” .I was also in a bad mood I replied very casually that – “I want to have a sleep coz I am tired so don’t wait for me.” Meanwhile I started my Laptop so as to check my mails and to have a look on my FB account, that made her feel bad that I was not in mood to talk to her but I was using FB and she said that don’t want to talk to me its ok but don’t dare to ignore me.
I just wanted to say something to that pretty lady who entered into my class a long time ago that “I am not that bad”. I wanted to clear one thing to that beauteous girl “Don’t Love Me but Please Don’t Doubt on me”.
It’s been 3 months and 20 days since I proposed her and still waiting for her reply. But now she doesn’t even like me the last words she said to me when I said sorry “I don’t need anything from you (My Name), not even sorry”…..
I tried to talk her but she was ignoring me I wrote her a mail but she didn’t reply. I know only one thing I love her. I always conveyed my ‘sorry’ to her whether it was my fault or not but she never understood my sorry. I need to cry but she was my only shoulder.


“I love you... Please come back”

I am a 29 year old guy in love with a friend of mine a 22 year old girl. I only started realising in Januray 2008 how I felt about this girl, I have been in love before but nothing like this. I finally told her how I felt in March 2010 and her original response was interest and excitement. We went out with groups of friends on several occasions over 3 months but nothing serious.
Then she asked me out as a friend and we finally spent the day together but we kept it low key and casual. Then that night she told me she wanted to focus on her relationship with God at the moment and told me now was not a good time.
Ever since everything has changed. My friend cold shoulders me, she avoids social outings where I am present and she refuses to e mail me.
It's been nearly a year but I still love her even though she broke my heart. I love her more then I have ever loved anyone even my own family and it tears me up that she is avoiding me and that I have no idea how she feels about me.
All I want to do is tell her I still care without coming across as a stalker. I at least need some closure more then a 'now is not a good time' I need to know whether it will ever be a good time.
I wish it did not hurt and I wish I knew exactly what I was supposed to do but I have no idea and never imagined I could love someone who broke my heart more then my first girlfriend and even more then a girlfriend I was planning on proposing too. This girl has changed what I thought real love was and the ironic thing is she has also changed what I thought it meant to be broken hearted.

I'm in love with this boy, i have been for five years now. i was sitting at home one night and he texts me. i look at the message with a confused look. it said, "Hey i just wanted to say goodbye and i love you." i was confused. after talking to him i figured out he was planning to commit suicide. i remember so clearly how the tears instantly began to fall down my face. i tried to talk him out of it for an hour or more. after a while, he stopped texting me. i began to worry instantly, and i cried myself to sleep. the next morning i remember waking up with my heart hurting, and my first thought was "is he still alive?" i immediately texted him, but he didn't reply. i began to think the worst, that he killed himself. i began to cry again, i cried all the way to school. i remember walking into school thinking why i was there when the guy i loved was dead. i sat down on the floor by my friends locker, tears dry on my face. i remember the feeling i had when i saw him walk through the door. i immediately jumped to my feet and ran into his arms. i remember how safe i felt with his arms around me. i repeatedly said how happy was to see him at school, alive. i never wanted to let him go, his body was so warm against mine. i eventually let go, i had to so we could both go to class. i was so happy to know he was safe and alive, i smiled and cried tears of happiness all first period. i have second period with him, so after the bell rang i rushed to second period. when i walked in the door i once again told him how happy i was to see him. he came over to me and said "i need to show you something, ive only showed one other person, but i think you deserve to know." he turned is arm around and i saw them. the cuts. i grabbed his arm and said "please no" he took me in my arms again and said "its ok" tears began to run down m face again and the words managed to say were "please stay" i couldnt believe how close i was to losing one of the most important people in my life. but after talking to him and being there for him, he hasnt had another attempt at suicide again. he even went to the counsler at our school, on his own, no one asked or reported him. his cuts have healed and he is his self again. im so happy hes still alive. i love him!!

My story may not be new to everyone. But each story has its own uniqueness that sets it apart from others.

I am 23 and a staff nurse. Having only 1 1/2 year experience from my country, I came Saudi Arabia, hoping through this I can help my family and can earn something for my future. But luck was not on my side that time.Expecting to be assigned in hospital, I got dispensary instead. My manager came to take me, and with him is Hamud. That very moment our eyes met, I felt the world stood still, as if everything vanished and only the two of us were standing there...my heart skipped... and I knew from that time that something is there.But I didn't mind.

My first few months in dispensary was very depressing.I were in the state of culture shock for everything were new to me, and nothing seemed familiar at all.Each day I was adjusting to my new environment and learning my work.Also, each day, I never failed to learn something more about Hamud. My senior was always talking about him for he is a nice person.I were not coming near him or not even talking with him, unless my senior was with me, because I know in Saudi Arabia, particularly saudis, once they would see you talking with a guy, they would think something bad.But, I feel comfortable if he's around, and slowly, we became friends.Seeing him everyday making me fall for him.I knew, he felt the same way too for me... coz everyday, he was giving me some hints, like glancing at me more often, helping me even though I was not asking, pretending he touched my hand accidentally, and giving me his biggest smile everytime he would see me, as if that was the happiest moment of his life. Each night I would pray to God, if he is a nice man, let good things happen between us. But, I kept on holding my heart and tried not to love him.Why? First thing thing is, he is different from me, we are different nationals,speaking different language,practicing different culture, and having different religion. And secondly, I am a nurse, he is our helper. That is the biggest reason my pride could not accept.But setting this things aside, he is my ideal boy.He is so simple, so kind, so true. He may not be the richest man in the world, or the most handsome one, but I couldn't deny the fact that his name is what my heart is shouting for.Many times I tried to keep my heart away from him, and many times I was hurting him too much that it made him cry.He is the only guy I saw, who cried for me like that. Seeing his tears, makes my heart shatter to pieces. I want to hold him, wrap him around my arms, and assure him that everything will be fine. He will always tell me about how much he loves me, and asking why I am not believing him..If he will not have me, he will die. He told, only one thing he is praying to God for, and that is me.He doesn't want my money or anything, he just want my love.He told already to his parents about me, and planning to marry me as soon as possible.He already dreamed everything about how our future will be like.I was so overwhelmed after hearing all this from him, because I never expected this much he is serious about me. Only problem this time is my mother. She worked in Saudi for a very long time, and she doesn't like Hamud's people's character.Anyway, I still told her, and she got very angry with me. I was angry also because, why she couldn't understand my feelings.We didn't talk for a month.And when we got chance, she didn't mention him again.I know, she cannot accept him. I told Hamud about this, and he assured me that one day, my mother will accept him.And I asked how she will do that, my mother has a reason not to like him and that is because he is only a cleaner, having less salary, how he can feed a family?That is my main problem, and it came to my mind, better to go from here, so that he can start a new job, a better one, where he can earn more money.Because I know, as long as I am here, he will not leave this place.Then, I got a better reason to leave because of some family problem.I forwarded my resignation.When he learned about this, he become so depressed, he didn't eat and sleep.Then I assured him, only for 2years, then I will be back.Even when I return to my country, I will still talk to him everyday.So in that 2years, he should start a better life in preparation for us. Actually I don't have to tell him, because he is already planning what he will do. He knows everything, that is why I am trusting him a lot.

But, that 2 years has not yet began.Currently, I am still here in Saudi. I am going from here after 3months. After I'll go, he will leave this place also. He will end his contract with his company, so that he can get working visa so he can start his business as he likes.I am sure that after those 2 years, we can start our life together.We entrusted our life and our future to God. No one can stop us, and no one will ever will.Even in that time my mother will not allow,I will still fight for him, because he is worth fighting for.

Before I really begin this story I just want to tell u some precautions for reading this story. First don’t read this story by your mind, just read it with heart because for understanding a love story the first priority is of a heart with love. Second thing which may be some people will not like is this story is not for them who don’t believe in real love, and as a writer of this story these expectations are not so much. So at last just enjoy it………….
12th Dec- A cold evening of December, if you ask me personally I never like any cold evening of December as much as I like that Evening. This is may be because I am in Delhi for first time in my life in winters, and Delhi is famous for its winter season………sorry but I forget to introduce myself me Rahul, a simple guy from a small town who came to Delhi for pursuing Engineering. As like all that students who came to engineering every year, just because they always got from their surrounding environment that if you want to take a big pay cheque; Engineering is the best place for you. And without any shame I can also say that I am also one of them. But what happens with me in these some days changed my whole perception about the life.
After whole day’s project research, classes and some gyan about what u want to be in your life can you think what an Engineering student can do oh sorry you don’t have to use your mind in this story so I tell you, after whole this we can only think about a bottle of Vodka or may be beer (whom I always call my best lover in this world because she never make me feel alone). So I called my friend Ajay a guy from proper Delhi. He done all the things in his 25 year’s life which I cannot do in even 250 years life like drinking 22 Pegs of Vodka (Almost 3 liter) and driving his bike on highway, I don’t know from where he got these guts. So I told him to meet me at Moka our all time favorite bar. One more friend of mine is also coming Rajiv a perfect Fattu person I never got to know that why he come with us in our parties and every time saying the same thing-
“Hey Guys I have to go home early so I will not drink too much because my father told me that if I drink he will break my both the legs.” I always think about this line that how can a father break both the legs of his son, it will be a great loss for them also because after that he can’t go on job and no job means no money……..no money means no wife and no wife means no reproductivity. Hey then what will happen with their next generation. But we cannot believe on human being nowadays he can do all the things which he cannot think.
After fix thirty minutes we are at Moka bar, our part time home. DJ Ishant is playing, best DJ in whole Delhi and also a good friend of mine we just have to say him our selection of songs and after that he will play all the songs of our selection but it sometime become risky for him because after the 2 pegs of Vodka he know that Ajay’s favorite song will be the original version of “kabhi kabhi mere dil me khayal aata hai” and if you are a drinker you can imagine that how hard to listen this song after two pegs of Vodka. Last time the manager of the bar told Ishant that he will fire him from job but that’s what I like about Ajay he never want that someone will get punishment for his work, and saying no to Ajay is a big problem for manager. So Ishant is here and our first favorite song after first peg of Vodka
“Ke aaj mera jee karda, kawa-2 me barsa”
But Moka have a problem also you cannot smoke in Bar, you have to go to backside of the bar to smoke that’s not a problem for me as I m not a regular smoker but Ajay’s lifeline is cigarette so we came back side of bar. And the worst thing for me is control myself when my best friend is smoking opposite of me, so that day I decided to not to control I lighten the next Cigratte Ajay and Rajiv went back inside bar but I decided to finish it with enjoying every puff of it…..
After sometime suddenly bar’s door opened a girl in blue jeans and black t-shirt came outside of the bar. Because of some law lighting I cannot see her face and after two peg of Vodka You can’t think much about girls….but damn god she is coming towards me. And then first time I saw the face of any girl with that much concentration which I give only to my physics Mam miss Shalini but we will not talk about her here. I became a statue when she came near to me. As I am little weak in my poetry but if I want to praise of his beauty I can copy some lines from a bollywood movie’s song-
“Chandan sa badan chanchal chit wan halke se tera woh muskana mujhe dosh na dena jag walo ho jau agar me deewana”
And finally I became deewana. In this whole incident I forgot one thing, the puff which was in my mouth. And finally I got first words from the mouth of an angel….and that words are-
“Hey hi can you tell me where the washroom, actually I am searching for it from last 5 minutes.”
At that time if Moka don’t have any washroom I can make it for them with my whole pocket money which I know not perfect for that but I can take some loan from my friends…
“It is on the upper floor”-
You will be happy that I helped a girl to get her washroom but I think you forget that puff which was in my mouth and now on the face of that girl………….oh my god she will kill me. If you are not aware of the fact I tell you that in Delhi if you do this kind of thing with any girl you will get a slap for sure but I am lucky I said sorry to her and she said no it’s ok, can you imagine how destiny sometimes become a good friend of your…..she left the place then and I also came back in bar where Ajay already drunk 6 pegs of Vodka and you know DJ is playing which song as usual Kabhi kabhi mere dil me………………
Suddenly a hard voice came from the backside table of our. When I saw backside I got shock, she is the same girl who just met me outside of bar. Manager is saying something to her; I have already four pegs of Vodka in my stomach so I understand only some sentences of that conversation-
“Who will pay these 4000 bucks?”
“But uncle we already told you that we came here for our close friend’s birthday party and when we went to washroom our friends left us and ran from here and we don’t have this much amount with us so can we pay it tomorrow.”
That was the voice for which I can do all abnormal things like cut my hand’s veins, commit suicide with the help of rope and also become mental like Salman khan in TERE NAAM. But how can an old sanki budha can understand this thing, he is repeating the same tape
“No you have to pay for this, otherwise give me your parent’s number I will call them and will take my money from them”.
A parent in bar this is one of the most embarrassing moments of someone’s life. Suddenly my heart got a feeling that I have to help that girl; I took 4000 rupees from Ajay and just went to manager.
“Take this, don’t you have manners how to talk with girls (and specially this kind of beautiful girls)”
Manager didn’t say any words to me because he knows that Ajay is there. He took the money and went back to his place. That was the first meeting of mine with that girl named Divya. She asked my number, so she can call me for giving back my rupees. And after that she left the place. First time I got that u can become happy after losing half of your pocket money for a girl for whom even who didn’t gave her number to you, but that was ok for me.
15 December- I was preparing for my next day’s assignment, suddenly bell rang. I just roughly pick up the phone and said HELLO and answer was-
“Hey hi I am Divya remember that moka bar incident, you helped me that time.”
If it was a matter of only 4000 bucks maybe I can forgot but it was that girl whom I cannot forget for even my life time. Actually she wants to meet me at Cannaught place for giving back my money. So we decided our official meeting at Connaught place. I reached there in half an hour and she was already there. How can be girls so punctual what I get to know about girls was that they take so much time for their makeup and all that? But she was not like them she looks awesome without makeup. We met for at least 20 minutes there. That was the starting of our friendship. Next in whole month of January we met almost for 5 times and spent a good time with each other. I realized now that she is perfect one for me. But as usual girls problems you cannot drink and smoke because they are bad things………..how can girls know this without drinking………that what is bad and good. But I left all the things, I think this is the reason why god made woman in this world so man cannot do bad things.
But at the same time I was in confusion also that she loves me or not? That was the last semester of my Engineering and I am sure that I will get a good job in placement interviews but my whole life is now depending on a girl with whom I was chatting till 3 in the night……..but don’t have the guts to say her that I love her….
12th February-It was 23rd birthday of mine and I, Ajay and Rajiv planned to celebrate it in mughal restaurant, Ajay’s plan was for Moka, but he came with me because that was my birthday and he can do anything for me. I also invited Divya on this occasion; she told me that she is coming with some friend so we are just waiting for her. After 15 minutes she came with a guy named Siddhartha. My mind is saying that time that I saw somewhere this guy and finally I got it.
Oh my god that was the same guy whom Ajay and I beaten in our second semester for misbehaving with a classmate of our. But what the rubbish he is doing with Divya. After sometime Ajay standup from there and he and Rajiv went out of restaurant. I was shocked what is happening here. After dinner Divya told me that she wants to talk with me. So we moved out of restaurant Siddhartha also left us in sometime. Now we are alone.
Almost after 10 minutes she started-
“You know Rahul; I never had a friend like you in my life. You are so special for me so when I think about your birthday, I was really confused but finally I got the gift for you. I love you Rahul…………………..”
I was become statue at that time I cannot believe on my ears what the Hell is happening with me, before I come out of my shock she gave me the second shock which later became a biggest mistake of my life-
“I know you are really nice person but you cannot live with people like Ajay, so I have a condition you have to leave Ajay if you really love me”
Dam god how can god give me two different type of shocks of my life at a same time, but that was a realty and I have to face that.
“I am giving you tonight for thinking so choose between me and Ajay”.
That was a hardest question for me to answer. Then Divya called a taxi and left the place……now it’s my turn of thinking……….I thought for whole night one side there is Ajay a friend cum guardian for me who gave me guts to live in a city like Delhi and another side Divya, without whom I cannot survive for even one moment..At last I decided to choose my love……….some people can blame me for this, but without experience it you cannot blame someone.
13 February-In morning I got call from Ajay who want to meet me at Moka but I refused and told him all the things which happened with me last night, and also about my decision. She just said these words to me and disconnects the phone……
“Okay so you are leaving me, the person who makes you survives in this Delhi.okk but remember you will have to pay for this”
After this conversation for half an hour I just thought about the whole past life of mine and role of Ajay’s in it. But that was past and my future is waiting for me at Mughal restaurant.
I met Divya at restaurant and told her about the decision. She said she is very happy for me that I took the right decision. After that meeting I met with Divya for almost six times in that month we were that like true lovers who will live their life on their own conditions. But that was not true; something was still in the folded hands of destiny. In March starting before some days of my last semester’s exam Divya stopped calling me and when I called her she was out of reaching. I called her for at least 50 times in a day but she didn’t take my phone. And finally worst day of my life came………………..
7th March-That day I tried for Divya’s phone for 15 times but she was not accepting my call. I thought maybe she is busy in some work so I send her a message for calling me………in midnight I got a message from Divya’s number and the message was-
“Hi Rahul sorry for not attending your calls, I have some problems at my home. My father fixed my engagement with a boy of our cast and he is a pass out from IIT Delhi. I will get marry to him in some months so I will not talk to you after this and I am also changing my number……..so bye for always take care….”
My blood was almost become Ice in my Body……how can she do this with me? But it happens….and I am now fully alone. I tried her call but it was switched off. I cried a lot that day. After this incident my life becomes just a formality. Rajiv was very upset for me. One day she came to me that I have to go with him at Moka because he has a birthday party of him there. Firstly I refused but at last I was ready, so before two days of last semester examination I was in Moka.
We were sitting on our favorite table but something is missing there that was Ajay my best friend whom I left just for a girl who has her own problems and don’t want any relationship with me. I was there after a long time. All things are the same but one table has a difference, a couple who is kissing each other. I was happy for them at least some people are there who have their love with them. But when I saw their faces it was a shock for me, you know who they are my best friend Ajay and my so called innocent lover Divya…………….I left that place as soon as possible………..
This is the end of this story before I tell you about that Rahul and his future life, I just want from you to think upon that whose fault is in this story, is it Rahul, is it Divya or is it Ajay……………….This story is purely not about the friendship or love it is about today’s world where we don’t have any respect for relations. And if I tell you about that what happens Rahul so now he is in a MNC Company a 35 year unmarried man who never believe on women. Divya is now a house wife in Delhi and living a life like hell, her husband every night beat her for what, even she don’t know. Ajay is still in Delhi doing the same enjoyment in Moka…………….thanks for reading my story and also I am thankful of some people who gave me inspiration of this story….!!!!!!!!!!!!

Every person has some beautiful moments in his life which he never forgets in his or her life. These are that moments which make the life more enjoyable even the future also. I also have some incidents in my life which until now are in my heart but there is one saying that if you can’t express your thoughts by talking you can write it for others so I am trying today to follow that saying and express my feelings in a story manner so be ready for this ride………………………………….
12 July 2007………After a long boring summer vacation I am ready to go to school my favorite picnic destination in life. Sorry but I forget to introduce myself. My name is Ajay studying in 10th class in jubilee senior secondary school; I just passed my 18th birthday this year. I can never forget this time of my life because it is like a nightmare for me which took two important years of my life from me. So it is already late and I have to go to school because some friends of mine waiting for me. This is my school which I don’t want to call school because it never looks like school, personally it look like a zoo where we all are like animal working by the fear of ringmaster means our teachers. So here are my friends Jai whom I call the jack of our School, Sunny for whom principal of our school is thinking that he is absolute shani for our school, Sanjay the playboy of our school and at last me a don’t care type guy, I can do anything from going to home without shirt to some serious pangas for some stupid type of bets. Like always that day I also want to go on time to school but as usual I am late and I have to listen to the boring lecture of our principal for time management. But it is surprise for me that day principal didn’t say any word to me. After the regular prayer I went in the class and asked my friend about the new admissions .There are only three new admissions two boys and one girl. I told that we firstly have to meet the boys because at that time I was like sanyasi type boy that was not because I didn’t like girls, but because I didn’t speak with any girl in my school life you can say I have a phobia of girls. So the first new admission vivek sharma, a child type guy. I was just asking him his name, at that time suddenly a voice came after me “what are you doing with my Bhai?”When I looked behind I was like shocked, a girl with a cute face looking at me like I had murdered her brother. She asked me second time this question, I was like unconscious what to say now. Suddenly sunny said “we are just asking his name”. Suddenly our maths teacher came into our class we all sat on our benches ,even in the full class I was just looking at her face she is so cute, and one thing more she is intelligent then me because she came from a C.B.S.E. school and we are from Rajasthan sec.board who is very famous for its teachers laziness. After the class I told my friend to ask her name to any girl of our school, sanjay told me that her name is Anushka sharma and she is from Udaipur. That whole night I was just thinking about her and dreaming about our happy married life and it is not a joke it is real thing. Next day I decided that I have to become her friend or I have to beat all the boys of our school. I went to him and said that I have a problem in maths can she help me. She answered with very politeness that she is ready to solve my problem I was happy like she said yes for marriage. That was the first talk of us.
After this talk I talk to her many times and finally that day comes when I decided to purpose her for friendship. It was evening’s time and I am in market. It was also her tuition time she has to cross a railway bridge to go to her tuition classes. I was on that bridge that time suddenly she came. Jai was with me he was like a support for me. When Anushka saw me she came to me that what I am doing there, Jai told her that I want to talk to her, she asked me that what I want to say to her I was just like become dead body I don’t have any words in my mouth. She asked me for three times but I was like become a statue of liberty after some time she said to me that I have to go and we will talk tomorrow. That night was like a year for me I thought about next day for all night. Next day I talk to my so called sister Nilam about this she gave sympathy to me and said that she will talk to Anushka and also asked about my friendship to her. After one hour she came to me and told me that Anushka don’t want to even talk to me after last day’s incident because she don’t want a friendship with a guy who don’t have respect for girl, I was like shocked how she can say this about me who never talk to so much girls in even his whole life. After this incident I didn’t talk with her for a week and that week was like I got a punishment of “kalapani”. After one week one day I was standing with some of my friends in garden of our school, she came to me and said sorry for that day and asked me for friendship. I got a feeling like Romeo as I got my Juliet, that day was like a golden day for me
2 months from that day I have so much fun and enjoyment with my friends group in which Anushka was also an important member, now I was assure that if I propose her she will definitely say yes to me, and that was biggest mistake. Unfortunately that day came when I got biggest sad moment of my life. We are in restaurant near our school, I ordered tea for me and cold drink for her. That day she was looking like an angel with a monalisa type of smile on her face. I proposed her but she refused my proposal and said that she is not that type of girl and from that moment she doesn’t want to see my face again. I got a shock of 440 voltages, she was disappearing from my eyes and I cannot let her stop. After this incident she never talked with me I tried lot of times to call her but she ignored my call, in this sad moment I have only one friend that was my can of beer he never make me feel alone, But whenever I went to bed to sleep all things were like fast forward in my eyes. I never slept more than two hours in the night at that time. That time I was having a feeling that I was lost something. Her one cute smile was like a treasure for me which I never got from that day. After one month of this incident I got news that she was going to Udaipur with her father because of her father’s transfer. That night I drunk almost four cans of beer, after that I went to her home but that was too late because she leaved the house before two hours. That moment was a tragedy for me. That day I spend my whole night at her home. Until now I never got any message from her or never seen her. But when I lost her I got a feeling of like kill myself because the real reason for never accepting me was my habit of drinking and smoking as she told to Nilam. When I got this thing I decided one thing in my life that I will never drink or smoke in my life and I will take my life and career seriously because she want me like this.
Even now sometime in night I suddenly wake up and when I look my eyes they are wet if god ask me my last wish, I just want to meet Anushka one time in my life. May be some day I will meet her…………………………………………………………………………thanks Anushka for giving me inspiration for this story.

THE SILENT LOVE (REMAINED SILENT)
There was nothing important in her life, she always took aloof from indulging into some one’s love, but there was someone guy, who was made for her ……….she was not yearning of this. SHE…….
She was so stout……..with stout persons, sometimes she became so sensitive, as all the characters were immersed in her……she was decent and never brought sadness in anyone’s face, but happiness. She never ever endeavored for those which were of others. Always was appearing with a sweet smile on her face, whether how much dismal she was……she sacrificed her whole likenesses for others………………and probably for this even she lost her love. Whether her destiny brought her to her valentine but also adversity took her away from her love and from this world.
The story begins from here;
“Oh mum we’re getting late, hurry up” she shouted
“Yeah, just coming don’t impassionate” Mum said…..
Actually, she was going in another city for attending the wedding of her cousin.
At last they set out for attending wedding.
By the next dawn she arrived in that city, where some one was waiting for her……..
After arriving there, all persons turned busy in the chore and some in the practice for dace.
All cousins decided to for buying CDs of their favourite songs. In evening they set out for shopping and outing. After shopping they turned so hungry and tired. They went in a restaurant for dinner.
“Oh no, I’ve forgotten my CDs in that restaurant and I’ve also written my address and contact no: in that CDs” She said.
“Shit! If anyone would’ve picked your CDs, so….” Her 1 cousin said with exasperation.
“So, lets go for picking them” her cousins said.
When they entered in restaurant, so she saw………….and stared and he also.
They both lost in their eyes. He came toward her, simultaneously when she saw her CDs in his hand, she snatched and ran away…..
She did not want to arouse her feelings of love, but his love was wishing her.
Perhaps they both were avoiding from, and that’s why couldn’t express their feelings about each other. When she returned, she intended to forget him but all in vain. She again thought and thought, his condition was also such like her. Whether they did not want to show their love to each other, but they couldn’t stop their selves from missing and loving each other.
Next day she again went at the same restaurant and had forgotten some thing their,
But when she went again for picking she found that same guy, as he was waiting for her.
This case remained continue for four days. The things which she used to forget there in restaurant for seeing only a blink of him, she remained them unopened and marked them safe in her closet. On the fifth day, when she was setting out for the same restaurant, there a misfortunate came between both of them, which brought her far from his world.
During crossing the road a red big container hitted she and she died in the victim of that accident. On one side she was eagering to say only one word and also hearing from him that I LOVE YOU. On other hand he was awaiting for her. For three days she continuously used to come in that restaurant but she couldn’t. Next day, she reminded her address which was written in her CD and set out for her house. After arriving there when he got a wind about her so he offed her wits. She went to her room and when he opened her closet so he found her all things unopened which she used to forget there in restaurant. Actually he had kept his lo in inside those things, but she couldn’t read them. He cried and cried and burst into tears. Their silent love remained silent.

Here I sit at 3.00 in night to write a story. I am 23 and this incident started when i was 20 and we broke up when i was 22.

Well, few years back I used to visit Yahoo Answers a lot. Its a website where you can ask and answer on various topics, it was fun for me because i can answer the way i want and get replies from many people. I made many friends there. I met a girl there in Spirituality Section, and her avatar was kind of cute,(I know i must be crazy to like an avatar of her) but still i was attracted to her. Then don't remember how exactly we started talking, but we talked sometimes through mail, but not much we talked, we just got to know each other.

I was in college then I had stopped visiting Yahoo Answers for 2 years. Then again I frequented the site, there I see this girl again, and she said Hi to me. She came very less on this site, so I talked with her whenever she came and I started waiting for her to come. One day we started talking and we couldn't stop, we chatted for almost 7-8 hours. And we became good friends. From that time she used to come daily and I too came daily for her, and we chatted through Yahoo answer messages only. Slowly she began waiting for me and whenever I didn't come she used to say "I'm happy you came! I thought you wouldn't come today". That girl was really beautiful from inside, never seen another girl who is as beautiful from inside.

Then we got really close and I developed attachment for her. Daily we began talking, nearly daily and that too for many hours altogether. One day she was serious and said "We should stop talking", it was like i was dying with pain, I inquired "why?", she replied "I want to be always with you, but its not possible, I might have to marry soon(In India we have arranged marriages where Parents look for a suitable boy for a girl)". This girl was a older to me by 4 years so she thought our relationship is not possible. I don't know why but i was shattered and cried and convinced her to stay. She stayed with me and talked usually, but she would fight sometimes and become angry and cry, i would cool her down with difficulty, but it was fun to do that, i felt she was cute to be so short tempered and emotional.

We chatted for many months. But she always knew nothing would work out between us, and she kept on saying "We should talk less", so one day I said to her "OK, we will not talk now for 7 days, lets do that" While she agreed to that, she said lets chat today last time before we don't talk for a week. While chatting she got all emotional and said "I want to talk to you forever, please don't leave me." But I convinced/forced her that we should not talk for 7 days, and she was behaving like a baby repeatedly saying "Please don't go, I miss you" etc etc. I thought it would be easy, but the second day of not talking to her, I was so depressed and anxious that I could stand in one place and was walking here and there continuously, and I messaged her, she replied "Only Two days and you couldn't stop your urge?", I said "I am sorry, i will control myself", she said "Be rock solid". I tried but couldn't, on same day I messaged her again saying "you are very harsh with me", then she talked to me and I said to her that I was very emotional for her and missed her very much but she didn't understand me. Then she realized her mistake and cried and said she wouldn't leave me.

Meanwhile, her course studies were getting affected, and she was failing the course which she joined. But I insisted her to talk with me and talk daily, crazy as i was in attachment/love. I got selected for a Job at a Software Firm, and had to leave there. One day I went out to party with my friends, and she was waiting for me since long time, the moment i came here I messaged her, she was depressed and cried because she realized that I was enjoying my life while she was prisoned/attached intensely to me that she couldn't carry on with her normal life and had to depend on me. Then she said she wanted to start a new life and asked me not to talk to her saying that she wants to start her life afresh. Then I asked her to marry me. She agreed, I was elated. She said she would ask her family spiritual teacher and hope that he agrees. I said i would talk to him. Within few days there occurred few incidents which she interpreted as her spiritual teacher's "No" for our marriage, then she asked me not to consider marriage and all.

I had to leave to other place for training regarding work. It was a hige setup on the outskirts of another city where we had to learn and stay, Internet was not allowed and we didn't have time to do anything else than studies. I had to walk 30 minutes to get to internet centre, we had classes till 5.30 and worked till 9.00. And we needed to get back inside campus by 11.00 or we get fined. SO I didn't have time to talk to her, but job was nothing compared to her and I wanted to talk no matter what, and mailed her "I have to walk 30 minutes to come to Internet center, but still I can come any time for you, just call me whenever you are free and I will come". She interpreted the mail in a wrong way and thought that after making her stay and asking her to talk even though she had studies and wrecking her studies by making her talk many hours daily, I am being selfish to avoid her and give more importance to my studies than her. And she left finally, forever.

I know I didn't narrate it so well. But my friends, believe me Love is a pain, it is a wonderful feeling I agree but the pain is unbearable. Sometimes I think I am not suitable for her, she is a much better person than me, whereas I am just weird. :-) :-( ...

Be Strong

its a story of a guy who loves a girl.........and by huge bad luck, that guy is me...

The story begins as we were together in institute girl's name was "my life" i don't want to hurt her so i am not gonna tell her name because she's going to marry someone else happily...from the first day we liked each other but never had the guts to tell one another. We were good friends and after a long year the guy (which is me) asked for her phone number and she gave it to me. We started talking talking day and night and night and day. One night she told me that she has a boyfriend and the boy was in true love with her. I never managed to say her that "i m sorry we cant be together" because I love her a lot. I told her that we can spend time together until u get married. Whether she was in love or not, i don know, but she said yes...

We started meeting frequently.... and so many memories started taking place.... I always brought chocolates for her... Always dropped her off at her home... We sppent hours traveling in metro.... I carried her on her back in front of village because there was dirt on the surface... One day in metro, a lady came in and we both were sitting in the corner seats... the lady started staring me because she expected me to give her my seat to sit, but me and my girl just ignoring her... final my sweet girl stood up and offerd her seat to lady but I stopped her and gave my seat to the lady... then the lady sad that she was watching me for a long time and you were not going to give me your seat, but then again my girl is too sweet she has given her seat to me... then i said "yeah, lady, she's too sweet and that's why i love her..... Then the lady went out on her station and my girl whispered in my ear that the woman was saying that "u have a good guy, never let him go..."

When we got closer, she tried to leave me but could not and didn't know why... One day everything started in a wrong way. Her boyfriend told her not to talk with me and began to avoid me... Finallly, her boyfriend saw some of my messages on her mobile phone and started abusing her, toturing her... so she left me.......................................................................

I know why she left me is not because she loves her boyfriend more than me. She left me because I am a guy who loves her but is not good for her future, and the other guy is able to give her everything that she can imagine... I love her unconditionally, without even thinking about my self. My every breath is for her. I never cried when my father died, I'm still crying for her i don't know why............

I love her more then my soul now and i will forever.

I don't have any harsh feelings for her because she did what was good for her and her mom's future. She's going to marry this year and i am gonna die this year............. but I do sincerely hope she'll be happy with him.

Sugars in India

It was 11’00 clock at night; I already had two pegs of rum. Tired with whole day’s work, projects and studies, it was the only way to get fresh and to have time for living life according to own wish.
Late night with strong Rum…..ummmmmmm…it was working hard and my stomach was getting tight and as the warmth of rum spread I could feel the pleasure in my veins. Suddenly the mobile rang; I tried to ignore it first, but later on looked at the screen of the phone. It was unknown number; I disconnected the phone and threw it away. Friends started murmuring among themselves, and one among them asked me about the unknown “Devil” at the other side. I was answerless.
Again after 5 minutes, phone broke the silence and it was again the same number. I thought it was one of my friends; I spoke roughly with hard “HELLO”. There was no reply for few seconds, “Who is this?” I was about the say something more, but one lovely voice made me stop by saying “HELLOOOO”.
Oh my god….this is a girl! I was astonished.
First I thought I was totally drunk. By the time I could have think anything, she said
“I am sorry; I think I should have not called you at this time.”
I was helpless and answerless too. I think we had very short conversation. I don’t remember, what we talked and how it ended, but I hope it was a nice talk. My all friends were fully drunk and were enjoying the music. I was continuously thinking about her and felt sleepy and fell down there.
Next day, I woke up at 8.00 am and anyhow, reached college at 9.00. I was feeling something new on that day. Friends asked who was she. I was clueless, as I don’t remember what we talked last night. I called at the same number, but nobody picked up the phone. I was feeling nervous and was anxious to know who she was. I cursed rum for some time and then had cigarettes at canteen.
In the evening, suddenly my mobile rang and I picked the phone without looking at the number at screen thinking about the mysterious girl but it was Dad. I took a long breadth and talked to him. At around 5.00 in the evening, I received a message from same number, it was written;
“Gud Evening, sorry I was in class, why did you call”. I felt happy that she was thinking about me. I called her immediately and this time, without any mistake, I first asked her name, and then apologized for last night. She was disappointed, when she got to know about my habits.
As soon as I kept the phone, I was puzzled, who gave her my number. This question was eating me up. I, thought of asking her, but was unable to ask her directly. Unknown fear of losing her was stopping me from taking any step. But I was curious to know the answer, so called her back, but she didn’t pick up the phone. There was no reason of fear, but something was cursing me from inside the heart, may be my habits. I was totally emotional and had forgotten about professionalism. I continuously tried her for next two days, but was always disappointed, as she didn’t pick up the phone. I thought it as a pleasant dream and tried to forget it.
Same evening I got a text from her number and I was spellbound as she expressed her wish to meet. I think she was very much clear about her every step, but was just trying to make me move around. I was totally lost imagining about her. I took her proposal as an advantage and decided to meet her, but my mind was full of doubts, emotions, feelings, love and many more.
Next day, we decided to meet nearby ABN – AMRO, and had no plans more than that. As per the schedule, I reached there and rang her. She was at home, getting ready for outing and said she may take 20 more minutes. I was really unable to control my feelings, I was too much curious to meet her immediately, to have many clarifications like how she looks, who she is and many others. I lighted a cigarette to control my emotions, but each puff was giving me sense of insecurity, as she didn’t like my habit. I had half cigarette, suddenly I felt someone standing behind me. I stood disturbed with smoke inside my mouth. I was unable to blow out the smoke and also was not in the position of inhaling it. I stood with plain face, confessing her for nothing. She smiled and said “Hi bhaiya, aap cigarette pete hai kia?” I got anger and shouted for her identity, she was my friend’s sister and had been there to give me pen drive.
As she left, I was shivering in cold winter evening. I found myself in vicious circle of doubts and had never so much feared for anything in my whole life. I threw cigarette, and sat helplessly. I thought of lighting one more, but was having only Rs. 50 that too borrowed from a friend, as I was going out with a girl. I was sitting by a wall nearby, suddenly phone rang, and it was again unknown number. I thought it belongs to her, so attended it very politely. But it was from my college, asking me to be there immediately, as Director wants to talk to me for my internship. Now I was totally shackled in problems, so I directly called Director, giving excuses for not being with him immediately and anyhow managed till next morning. Basically our Director is very nice and polite; he didn’t raise any questions and simply gave me freedom to enjoy. It charged me after long time, I thought my stars are with me and now I am safe.
In the midst of such huge tension, one girl came with scarf on her face, with open hair. I was not able to see her completely, as she had covered everything except her eyes and hair. I met many girls before, had date with many of them, but never had that feeling which she rose in me. She was different in all aspects. As she came near to me, she said;
“I am sorry for making you wait so long….anyways… how are you?” and started shouting on me for not wearing jacket.
I was puzzled, whether to say truth or just lie, but after all I lied and said “I am fine…thanks”. I had many questions to ask, but was unable to structure them, by the time I would have structured them, she kept the proposal of going to Fathehsagar. I quietly followed her direction, and took her to FS on my friend’s bike. We felt like strangers sharing the bike and we reached F.S. I asked her to remove her scarf from her face. But she didn’t respond positively, I had nothing to express rather than just look at her.
“How are you…? May I know how do you know me?”
She was hesitent, and tried to change the topic, I decided to see her face at any cost, so offered her coffee. Now she was forced to remove her scarf.
I was amazed to see her face. She was the same girl whom I met earlier in one of the conference at international level, which was organized by her college
“Are you okay, I think now you know me”, she asked with smile and said her name, with lots of pride and happiness,
“I am not bothered about your name...” I said.
She looked at me nervously, and tried to keep a fair distance from me. We had coffee silently and I apologized to her making her uncomfortable. Then we had a good talk, had some snacks and then dropped her to her house. We stood outside the house for some time, and then she expressed her wish to go to church nearby. I was overwhelmed, with joy of spending some more time with her. There was nothing too much which is exciting in that meeting.
With passage of time, we started meeting regularly. She always use to call me “Devil”, I don’t know why, I asked her the reason, but she never expressed her thoughts and just said it is her wish.
Suddenly our conversation stopped, I stopped receiving her phone calls. Also she was not replying any of my messages. I was quite anxious to know, what is going on in her mind, but was helpless. Then one fine evening I received a message from her side, I was smoking and thinking about meeting her. It was written “I like you…and need to meet you soon”. I was in seventh heaven and went to meet her, this time she was early than me. I read her face; she was carrying lots of feelings, emotions and fear in her cute, lovely face. I said “Hiii, what’s up”? She was unable to look at my face and suddenly hugged me. Now what should I do, I was not getting anything and also was not prepared for all this. But she always comes with good planning.
Then we went to a coffee shop nearby, we had coffee and sandwich. I was showing as if I was happy with these stuffs, but inside of my heart, I was calculating the bill amount.
She said “You attracted me, I know you like me a lot, but I appreciate you and your skills. I saw you at the conference.” I don’t know the reasons, but her thoughts were clear at least to her. “I found you different. Let me make one thing clear, you love me and I also like you, but it is not possible”
I was about to ask what does “it is not possible” means, but waiter appeared with orders in his hand. I didn’t speak anything, and had my snacks. Also she paid the bill. I was just looking at everything. I asked why did you pay. I could have paid it.
“It’s my duty, as I called you here.” She replied in commanding pitch. We sat near the lake for some time, had good time. But I was redundantly thinking about her all the time. Then we left for home.
After that we had a good relationship. It continued for around 2 months. Then one day, she texted me “Hi…I am getting engaged with a guy, who lives in America. I hope you understand, I am helpless. I am not suitable for you, you have a long term big goals. I don’t know what may happen to me in next second. I don’t have any right on my own life. You just focus on your goal and keep your parents happy. Hope you’ll not smoke too much, pls leave this habit. Thanks”
I read that message for four times, and then tried to understand her condition. Then I tried her mobile number, but she didn’t pick her phone. After 5 days, I went to her college, I didn’t find her, as she refused to meet me but her friend said that she is not engaged, but she didn’t want you to get disturbed, as she had many problems in her own family. She is always pressurized for all things; she is not allowed to do anything of her wish.
I left that place, with tears in my eyes. Since that day, I never got an opportunity to meet her. Also i tried to leave smoking, I always remember her, while smoking. Sorry I never spoke about her in whole story. I feel she is one of the cutest girls I have ever seen in my whole life. She had long hair, fair complexion, with cutest smile, but she always carried doubts and feelings in her face. She looks nice in black jacket. Her voice was very gentle. Simple living is what she always preferred. I still love her a lot. Actually now I miss her more than I used to. She always called me Devil that is the reason I used the word above. There are multiple questions, which remained unanswered.
Lastly I love her a lot, and I hope she will read this one day and will remember me.
I.P Joshi

I started using Myspace around 3 years ago and didn't really expect to make as many good friends as I did, especially one friend who is now much much more.
One evening when I was logged on, a chat request came through from a very cute looking guy and we started talking. At first, I thought nothing of it as I was involved with another guy and I was hoping to meet him.
Anyway, I had a great time with this guy who was from Africa and we chatted most evenings on msn. I knew he felt something more than friends and I did think maybe I could feel something for him too as we were becoming very close. We had a few lovely conversations on the phone too, but it was too expensive for me and him. I did wish we could take our relationship to another level but the distance and lack of money to travel made it all seem hopeless.
During that period, I had to work long hours and I didnt get to go online as much and we lost touch even though I still very much liked him and cared deeply about him. One evening about 6 months later he informed me that we wouldnt be able to chat anymore because he had found a girl and they had been chatting for some months. I was very upset but I wished him well. I never forgot him and would always ask how it was going with her if we were both online.
Then facebook came along and I spent more time on that than myspace. He requested me on there and about a year later, we start communicating again. The girl had found another boyfriend, but by then, I also had a boyfriend!
I don't remember exactly when we got so close again, but it was when my boyfriend proposed to me that I suddenly realised that I couldnt marry anyone due to my feelings for M. I had to call him and tell him. He said how jealous he had been when he saw my relationship status, he said he still loved me and that he wanted us to meet to see if there would ever be any way that we could be together.
This was a month ago. I am torn between him and my boyfriend of a year. M has a great job there and is ready to settle down and start a family. I am not happy where I am or with my boyfriend. I love M even though we have never met. Our phone bills are huge. I have to fight everyday not to just pick up the phone and call him. An hour on the phone is so expensive and anything less, its impossible to hang up. He calls me when he cant stand it any longer. We sms many times a day. I'm willing to take a chance on him even though we have never met. My friends think I'm crazy.

During The years 1978 to 1995 I was very keen on marrying my nextdoor neighbour Sandra Hennessy while I was living on Australias' Gold Coast . In the year 1995 I moved to Ballarat Victoria because my home was being eaten away by termites .......... In the year 2007 while doing volentary work at RSPCA of Ballarat I was well and truly smitten by Elli Schauble from South West Germany who is a Sandra Hennessy look alike . .......... Because of Australias' imigration laws she had to return to The Fatherland in April 2007 ........ If she wants to live in Australia , she is welcome to marry me .......... Here two photos of her found on MySpace

During the years 1978 to 1995 I was keen on marrying my nextdoor neighbour Sandra Hennessy on Australias' Gold Coast . In the year 1995 I moved to Ballarat Victoria , because my house was being eaten by termites ........... In Febuary and March while doing volentary work I was well and truly smitten by a Sandra Henessy look alike named Elli Schauble from Grenzach - Wyhlen in South West Germany ........ If she wants to live in Australia she is welcome to marry me .......... And if I become a rich and famous comedy writer / comedian , she will be the only woman who I will allow to marry me ......... as long she doesn't bash me up for telling Holocaust jokes and my four neices don't dissaprove .

I've been writing you so many letters before though I know you won't even read them. I guess I would never be tired to do so because you are not here to tell you what I've been keeping in all this time...

You know, I've been so afraid of what you might have thought on me after that kiss a year ago. What I mean is I was so worried you might have thought me cheap or not descent for just letting you kiss me that way... I didn't know that a Vietnamese man could kiss a woman when he likes her... And the woman would respond if she feels the same way, too. A man here in the Philippines could not just kiss a woman unless she is already his girlfriend. So I guess now you know the reason why I ran away form you after you have granted me that kiss I would never ever forget. I would never forget it not because it was my first but because I already loved you when you did that to me... It may sound funny but it's true. But do you know what had hurt me more? It was when you said you were not certain of what you really feel for me. Yes, I understand that we didn't have much time to get to know each other better so you could say that...

I thought it was just a simple school girl crush which led me to do such a crazy thing as asking a friend to get your cell phone number. You are a professor; I am just a student... You are a Vietnamese and I am just a Filipino... that stopped me to be known by you. I thought you would never befriend me if you find me not pleasing in appearance. But eventually you didn't just teach me how to become a "better me" but you also taught me how to fall for you... how to love you... The moment you kissed me was when I had imagined what my life would be with you after two or three year’s time... I know I may not be that woman you were dreaming of before to marry but that was what I felt... Those very minutes when your lips were kissing mine, I felt so safe yet so confused of what people might say about me. If only I could turn back time I would've embraced you so tight and told you how much you mean to me...

A year has passed but still I haven't forgotten you. I didn't know Ate Huyen was working for my fate all along. So now you learned the other half of the truth...

The other half is... since you've been away, I've always thought of how I could make you proud of me. When you asked me if there were changes in me, I answered yes but you just don't how much I have changed... I wouldn't become who I am now because of you. But I was just frightened to tell you because when you learn that I am already doing great, you might think I won't need your encouragements... and that would make me might lose you again... I might lose our only communication... that you won't need to guide me anymore... I know my achievements are only a small potion of what you have accomplished... but all of those little achievements are because of you... I become more positive, confident and enthusiastic but I was just afraid to tell you so... I guess that is because I still see my self so small to deserve your love...

Now you know within that one long year, never did I forget you... you were always in my thoughts and in my heart... I am sorry if I did tell you this but I think by now I am following my heart... Don't worry about me... I know I can't have you or even your heart but always remember, no matter where you maybe... a heart in this corner of the earth where I am standing would honestly love you so deeply... and that heart is mine...

Yes, you are that "star" I have mentioned on my status message when I got myself online weeks ago... You are that very "star" which I think could never be mine... A "star" that I think would never shine its brightest to someone like me...

I am glad you have talked to me again. I would like to hear your sweet voice again but please understand that I am still so shy... I know that would not make any sense to you for I don't even see you... But you know I believe love doesn't require eyes to see or even ears to hear because even if I don't see you or I can't even talk to you, I know deep within me... I love you! Mahal kita Mr. Nghi! Now that you know the truth I guess I should start to learn how to forget you though I don't even know if I can...

Always take good care of yourself for I don't know what on earth I would do if something happened to you...

I missed you so much and I love you... though I don't know if you feel it for me, too.


TAM_Mia Ayala :(
Originally written on: November 9, 2008
Monday 2: 00 pm

Posted by Tom McFeely

Wednesday, September 30, 2009 12:46 PM

At his blog Journeys in Alterity, Kyle Cupp has posted this Eulogy to Vivian Marie Cupp. It’s a tribute to his infant daughter who died Sept. 24 only 15 hours after she was born, due to the congenital disorder of anencephaly that was diagnosed while she was in the womb.

The grieving father’s eulogy is a true love story, one that communicates how precious is the gift of every human life and every moment of each life no matter how short or long. And it’s a pro-life love story that serves as a testament on behalf of Kyle and his wife Genece’s decision to welcome Vivian into this world with all the love in their hearts, despite knowing that their daughter was fated to die so soon after her birth.

Love has no time constraints,” Kyle writes. “That statement captures why we yearned with all our hearts to meet our daughter and why we are so very grateful for the heavenly fifteen hours of life with which she and we were graced.”

Kyle continues, “The common response to anencephaly is a procedure we wouldn’t have considered, and I think Genece would have slugged anyone who suggested it. Our reason for not taking that route, for instead choosing to experience the months of heartbreak and brokenness was very simple: love has no time constraints. A few minutes, a few hours, a few days, no time but that lived in the womb? We would take what we were given. Love has no time constraints.”

Her father’s eulogy to Vivian — whose name literally means “full of life” — is a profound and heart-wrenching meditation about the power of love to transcend death, no matter what the circumstances. It concludes this way:

My wife and I are broken and will remain broken, but our hearts are, we hope, full of love, and we will hope and strive to keep our faith alive. Daily we will think of Vivian. Daily we will ask her to pray for us and to intercede for us. Our love for her and her love for us was not constrained by time, nor is it now, nor will it ever be. Our love knows no time constraints. Indeed, our love knows eternity, and because our love knows eternity, our love overcomes death.



http://www.ncregister.com/daily/a_pro-life_love_story/

Balazs, with whom I’ve set up an interview after exchanging a few e-mails, tells a strange - almost unbelievable story. Perhaps if I did not see in his eyes and even motions that he is relieving the past, or feel in his voice the disappointment of a lover jaded, even I would not believe that all this had happened. He admits that I might judge him or laugh at him, but decides to share his secret. He is not revealing himself for the sake of attention, rather he would hope that others learn from his experience and donut fall into an emotional trap of falling madly in love with a woman who does not exist.

Balazs, you never actually met Helga, never touched her or heard her voice. Tell me, was it really love? Are you certain?

Believe me, I've experienced such deep feelings that I've not felt since my teen years. She moved into my life and everything changed. She turned my customary existence upside down. Once again I began to care about myself, my desire for life returned and began going to the gym, went to discos and lost about 10 kg. I devoured her messages, woke at the crack of dawn each day to have time to respond. I received over one hundred letters and I wrote her twice that many. Emotionally I was preparing for the personal meeting. Our relationship was passionate, we cared about each other in every way – don't laugh, we even made love several times through e-mail.

How did your relationship begin and how long did it last?

Our correspondence began with the customary getting to know each other, but then became more intimate and intense. I felt that I became a part of her life, I was familiar with the slightest changes of her mood; there was no topic we had not discussed to the smallest detail. There was true love between us both - or at least, like a fool I thought so. Today I realize that I was merely the victim of somebody's fantasy.

What was it that first made you suspicious?

There was a mysterious message on my recorder that made me think, and then the pictures Helga sent of herself also posed some questions in my mind. They seemed posed and nothing could be depicted of the surroundings. She was beautiful on them, but she did not strike me as a sweet girl, an amateur in front of the camera. The pictures suggested quite a different mood. There was something about the Love Story column I read in "Internet Kalauz" which made me realize that I must investigate what is behind my suspicions.

That is when you began to check around? How did you do it exactly?

Using the little information I had of the girl I've tried several search engines, then by using her picture. Initially, I've found nothing but then to my great surprise I've found a web page where Helga smiled back at me – only under a different name. Like a man possessed I began to look through all the details of the web page. It contained intimate photos of a model named Claudia, but provided no meaningful information about her. I've tried to establish contact with her by the e-mail address provided on the page – but it was not successful.

This was proof to you that your correspondence partner was lying to you. What happened after this?

In a somewhat mysterious letter I've let her know that I've found Claudia. This, of course, shook our relationship significantly. After some storms we've survived, we decided to continue – basically, because I could not face being without her. I loved Helga and the feeling I had thinking she was mine.

I would think your suspicions did not vanish. Didn't you try to find certainty in some way?

Yes, of course. In fact, I was somewhat obsessed. Under a new name I've opened a mail box and placed an ad in the personals. Just as I've expected, it was not long before my ‘sweetheart’ showed up on the ‘hook’. There were several letters that I've recognized by the style to be my Helga's, although they were written under the names of several different girls. I was beginning to comprehend that I was dealing with a many faced, habitual liar who was able to convince me of her lies. Emotionally she had me, I was in pieces. I was not her only victim – there were 5 names that I knew of concretely, under which she advertised, corresponded, lied and cheated without any inhibition.

How would you characterize her? How do you envision someone who penned letters that had such an impact on you?

There is a great possibility that the individual is a Hungarian male, with a rich and vivid imagination. Her letters are proof of that. She was able to represent herself as several characters without flaw in the story line. To add some color to our relationship, she's invented trips she'd go on, for instance, one time to Hamburg saying she would not be able to write. A few days later she'd contact me as if she were her girlfriend Kriszti, saying she is watering the plants and feeding the parrot at Helga's house during her absence. She'd made a pass at me and I was game to flirt with her. When Helga returned, she made me feel guilty for being unfaithful to her. She had the uncanny ability to pass off her inventions as reality.

What do you think motivated her?

I've thought about that myself, but I don't have an answer. Maybe it was just sport, although after all that happened between us I find that hard to believe.

Looking back, do you know what kind of mistakes you've made during the relationship?

I should not have taken so seriously anyone with a hotmail address. I realize now that these free servers allow anyone to open several accounts under different names and can create as many identities as the imagination will allow – all without any consequence.

I think there is something else you need to tell us in order to complete your story. Why did you yourself, have to hide behind a hotmail address when you have a paid subscription that provides you with a legitimate address?

I can't throw stones at anyone since I was no different from the one that fooled me in this way. I've long fantasized about two women having an intimate relationship, and I've placed an ad as Klara, a lesbian girl. This is how I've first got in touch with Helga. What is truly bizarre that during this sensuous acquaintance my male side became dominant and and I fell passionately in love with Helga. Helga who does not exist and the pictures of her really show a mysterious model named Claudia and whose letters were potentially written by a maniac, a stranger who thought of this as entertainment.

Why did you want to go public with your story?

I was crazy and blind and there will be those who'll judge me and not understand how I could get to this level. I think I've learned from the events and for this reason I thought perhaps telling it will be helpful to others. Primarily I would like to caution those who like me, naively throw themselves into the social life of the world wide web assuming that with the anonymity it provides - nothing is forbidden. That is not so, it is never acceptable to play with the emotions of others, under any circumstances.

http://www.cyberlove101.com/story2.htm

My nick is Frank, but I am a female past 30. I too had a question from an unfamiliar chatter “male/female?” She too was a female and the first time we spoke with each other was on an English chat line. The topic was, why are there so few women on line? Later we've discovered that we are in the same line of work, she too is working at a software development company only she works from English to German and I from English to Hungarian.

The German language provided another common element between us since in our family background is German but at home it was only with my Grandmother that I ‘had’ to converse in German and Hungarian with the rest of the family. We've shortly switched the conversation from English to German although my grammar is atrocious – she got a kick out of my mistakes – but the use of the language reached layers within me that have not been visited since my childhood.

Later weave discovered that she lives in Vienna and I in Budapest. This meant that we were not terribly far from each other in the physical realm. We spoke everyday then and do still. There was so much kindness and gentleness in Gerda that each day when we spoke for a half an hour to an hour, I always felt refreshed, recharged. I could not believe that one could have such good friend. My boyfriend often mentioned that he has a much better time with me after I've talked to Gerda.

Approximately a year ago Gerda invited me to go for a shopping trip to Vienna. She offered me the opportunity to stay at her home, but asked that I do not bring my boyfriend because she would like to spend the week-end shopping for “girl stuff” and having a man around we could not talk to our heart's content.

She was exactly as she described herself, tall, lean, blond and smiling. We laughed a lot, shopped for especially lingerie, ate and drank wonderful things. In the evening something had happened that I never thought of before nor anticipated now During a conversation she suddenly kissed me fully on the mouth and I returned the kiss wholeheartedly. Somehow, almost with unpronounced naturality our intimate emotional relationship had turned physical. Humans are a strange breed, body and soul sometime intermingle. The mutual affection we had for each other also worked for us in bed.

Gerda had always preferred strictly women and now she was in love with me. I love her also, but at the same time feel somewhat schizophrenic. I don't feel as though I were a lesbian or bisexual in the least bit. Other women don't interest me, nor do I look at attractive women any differently than I had before. My relationship with my boyfriend is unchanged, we still understand and love each other as before, although he doesn't know our secret.

Anyway, I did not become a lesbian, but when I cross the border at Hegyeshalom – I've visited Gerda several times since – I transform completely. I think only in German, think only of Gerda and I can hardly wait to feel her embrace. Returning home it is the same thing only in reverse. After hearing the border guard's Hungarian greeting I only think of my boyfriend and my family. This changes only when our e-mails with Gerda become increasingly passionate. Then I know it is time for me to visit Vienna.

The net is dangerous territory. This should be engraved at the factory on every monitor. Yet, I am still happy.

With affection,
Frank (who is really Judy)

http://www.cyberlove101.com/story28.htm

I should probably start with the fact that as with many others, my life has changed entirely with the Internet, as probably I have also changed. Until I tried it myself, I could not understand what could be so good that my friend was willing to spend hours in front of (or is it behind) the green monitor screen, and then I logged on. At that time it was somewhat unusual that a female wondered into a chat room so I received a warm welcome and quickly became the favorite of the channel. When I was able to log on once a week they were waiting for me, were glad to have me there and helped with everything. It was wonderful, a great change for me. All my life I've been a somewhat introverted person and unless someone talked to me I did not initiate conversations. It was this that changed entirely! On the Internet you do not have a face nor does anyone else and you are free to address any topics with anyone, you can argue, dream, shed your prejudices and talk about anything you want to – it is an entirely free arena! I must admit that in the beginning I've gone overboard a bit and my virtual friends and relationships became more important than my immediate surroundings – but what can I do? It was more interesting.

This is where the problems began. My initial account was through my then friend and he began to get jealous when in a short time I became more popular than he, who's been doing this sort of thing for years. Then of course there were other things, I mean another person, who's been in the chat room from the first time and helped. We talked a lot and I felt that we were getting closer to each other all the time. I sensed that this virtual someone whom I've never seen or talked with live, is beginning to be more important then my friend. Now I know that this was merely the ‘last straw’ that allowed me to recognize that my present relationship would never be a real love and that we should probably let each other go. I was able to ‘terminate’ that relationship and then I did not care that the other party was not able to accept it, didn't understand it and didn't want it, all I was interested in that it'd be over and soon. My (ex-boyfriend knew about my virtual friend and it was especially difficult for him for that reason because it is difficult to win against a nickname.

Although he is Hungarian, my virtual friend lived in a neighboring country, but the 350 km distance was not a problem. We've exchanged photos, dreamed, missed each other and eventually confessed our love to each other. It was fantastic. If someone else told me this story I would not have believed that such thing is possible. At that time nothing mattered, not the distance not the lack of personal contact, nor what the person looks like in real life. I thought I could overcome my prejudices. Now I know that I can't.

The story is not so simple, however, there came another virtual ‘relationship’ which began differently from the first. The first time we talked I hated him, after the second I thought he was interesting and after the third I fell in love J We exchanged real letters on paper, and that is a lot more personal than staring at the uniform keys of the PC. We exchanged photos and both of us were bowled over by the other. The dream boat that I want!! He wrote poetry, I liked his thoughts, I liked his soul, I liked him inside and out. What else do you need? BUT there was the “1st” virtual friend with whom the meeting date was drawing near.

We were to meet at a larger Internet gathering. I was anxious and at the same time feared it. Even in the last minute I thought it would be best not to go, but my curiosity got the best of me. We didn't agree to anything, we would recognize each other. This did not happen at first, when I first saw him, I debated that I should go home instead, or something like that, but realized that it would not be fair. We finally met in person …. and .. . I didn't like anything about him. I didn't like his appearance, not even a little, or his gestures, nothing! It is pretty difficult to overcome one's prejudices in a situation like this. I've had strange feelings about it. In a virtual setting the whole thing seems covered over with pink, but I couldn't be neutral about him, I loved him, up until now, that is.

By evening things loosened a bit, and we looked as though we were a little more then friends, but the evening passed and we headed in opposite directions. The virtual will remain. I was so mixed up, didn't know what I should fee, whether there was any reason to feel anything. Retreat, the IRC again, e-mail and there were a couple of calls…..

About a week later my “2nd” virtual friend visited me and with him everything was perfect. I liked him in all his reality the only problem was that actually neither one of us was available. (As we later agreed, Anything could have happened if we didn't care about anybody else!) Later we met again at a birthday party where initially I didn't want to go because I didn't know anybody, but he convinced me that he doesn't get here very often. Weave spent the entire day together until the party and we had a great time. We even thought about not going to the party, but we did, and I now know it was the right thing to do!

It was at that party that I met my current friend, more accurately that is where I saw him first. Basically we never spoke, but his cute, little boy face and the lovely smile touched me. There were pictures … and then the next party came where I saw him again. I was glad when he appeared, looked at the pictures and we spoke some, said farewell, exchanged pecks on the cheek – and I was completely charmed. As we later discovered, we both felt that something right then and there happened between the two of us.

About a month later I saw his address on a list but I was not certain it was him. I wrote and he responded. We corresponded rather intensively and after a week of letters he decided to visit me – no specific reason, he had nothing else to do. We walked, talked, went to a place where they had music and dancing…..we were on track.

The reason I told the story was that this happened over a year ago. We are together ever since even though in the beginning no one predicted any kind of a future for the two of us saying that Internet relationships end quickly. In our case it was different, our love is still strong and the number of kilometers still don't matter. I've not seen my former friend in person since then. We do see each other on the net occasionally and he was insulted. I know I've hurt him, he is mad at me and it was difficult for him to get over what happened; I've also not seen my 1st virtual friend since then; and with the 2nd virtual friend we've met several times since and continue to correspond, we talk and he became my best friend. It would be difficult to accurately describe our situation, we are very important to each other.
Another interesting thing – for some time now the Internet is not as important to me, I don't miss hanging on the line all day – and my friend feels the same way. I still feel that it is a fantastic opportunity and it is a great place to argue or simply state one's opinion.

The reason I sat down to the keyboard was that most of the stories I read talked about relationships that are ‘already’ 2 months old. Here is another example where after a year it is still working. Of course I saw and experienced the contrary where the perfectly aligned virtual relationship merely lost its mystique with the personal meeting. My favorite quote is: “It is not to get what you want, but to want it still once you get it.”

Many people say that the Internet and the world of computers generally tends to isolate people and after a while we think only in bytes, not able to step out of their own little world. I too had a period where I did nothing but write e-mails all day, but realized that the real relationships are more important. In my case, the computers not only didn't isolate me, but made me more outgoing. I have an easier time making friends in the real world, I have many friends, I'm more open and my life is more colorful.
Thank you for listening to me. Maybe others thought it interesting or useful.

http://www.cyberlove101.com/story14.htm

If I look back, my meeting on the net was completely by accident. I was looking for a CD-ROM drive and while surfing I came across a personal ads section that was free of charge. I became enthused immediately when I saw that there were some 25 girls looking for a partner. Automatically clicked on the “In Search of Females” button without ever suspecting what a misunderstanding this will lead to….and that is what it lead to!

I filled out all the blanks giving the minimum of general information (blond, tall, blue eyes, etc.) I thought I needed a winner of a nick to grab the attention of the readers who are looking at the list of other ads. That's how I ended up with “Snail on Sandpaper” and if that weren't enough, my ad was accidentally placed in Female Seeks Female section of the personals. You can imagine the kind of responses I received. Probably the most interesting thing in that was that the first respondent was a male by the name of Laszlo. None of the females that wrote were willing to believe, however, that I was a male and that this was a mistake in the categories. For the sake of the experience, I waited patiently until the ad expired. I received a stack of letters but unfortunately not one of the met the qualifications I was seeking.

After this experience I was more interested and began searching the personal on the various boards. After I've sown the seeds of expectation on them I sat back and waited for the nibbles like some spider in his web. I made an increasing number of acquaintances most of them surface contacts feeling out the possibilities according to some unwritten rules of etiquette. I enjoyed tremendously because until then I only considered the usual social gathering places as a place to find a person I enjoyed spending time with. Since the past ten years of my life were spent in ‘Saturday night fever’ and none of the relationships stemming from it endured over the long term it occurred to me that the method significant of our century may be more effective than the traditional method that emphasizes the exterior.
My guess appeared to be proving true as I met girls whose attitude was very close to mine, we had a lot in common and they had many of the qualities that I was looking for. I made it a priority to respond to those girls whose overwhelming numbers daily sent me charming, witty and cheerful masterpieces. I figured those not needing days to prepare a response stood far above the average gray masses. I was pleased to encounter conversation partners that I thought existed only in my dreams. It was comforting to me that it was the intellect that had a chance to gain notice rather than be overwhelmed by hormones or desire as could happen in a personal meeting.

I think in some respect this method of meeting people limits the potential terrain to that minimal segment who is on somewhat higher intellectual level from the average, is in the field of computers or is a student who has access to the internet at school or works in the field of computer sciences. As time passed it became clear that I could not maintain contact with all of the individuals who met my criteria. I had two reasons to justify my point of view: someone who divides his love too many ways has little to devote to each and the other was that I noticed how much I've changed. Waiting for the letters and responding to them became too much of a focus for which I was willing to stay late at the office or arrive early in order to have the opportunity to surf the net.

It was sad, but the time arrived when I had to say good-bye and turn my attention to those only who to me for some reason appeared outstanding. The circle became smaller and smaller and I was anxiously waiting to see who will be the person who will make be believe that the internet offers a real opportunity to find a partner.

Finally there remained six women among whom I had to make a choice. As a next move I showed myself in the form of a digital picture to these women and in exchange received an image of the ladies. In cases of mutual attraction we set up a date to meet. It was then that the first disappointments surfaced as some people did not appear the same in real life as they did in a posed, perhaps in some cases, touched up photo. There was one who sent me a picture of her high school graduation, and there was one who appeared incapable of carrying on a one-on-one conversation. The whole process made me wonder if these were really the women who were able to write those wonderful letters that I looked forward to reading. Never mind the idiotic boys who wrote under women's names. Surprisingly there are those who make a sport of doing this and then sit behind their monitor laughing at the fact that they fooled some poor slob.

It was terrific to meet the few that actually turned out as they were expected based on the letters. Naturally there were those who turned out to surpass expectations, their appearance and beauty justified what came across from their letters. There were two individuals who themselves were not aware of the fact, had equal chances for the highest grade from me. They were complete opposites, one is a deep feeling, imaginative, romantic soul and the other a more realistic, stable and a bit shy. I am still in touch with both today except that one became the love of my life and the other the most important friend I have.

I believed in success all along and the results have proven me right. I remember the very beginning of our relationship when I couldn't wait to get my letters, even had my e-mail account sent over to my mobile so that I would know immediately when a letter arrived. There were days when I've read the arriving confessions of love for the fortieth time then race to be the first to respond in kind. It developed into a healthy competition between us where we both attempted to out complement the other with kind words, the expressions of emotions. I began pouting my heart in the form of poetry, finding more and more opportunities to publish the fact that Her and Her alone was the most important for me now. I've made it a point to surprise her with virtual greeting cards, old fashioned hand written notes, placed messages for her on bulletin boards all over the internet and even found an opportunity to make an announcement on the radio that I am here and can hardly wait to see her again. Our meetings were more and more frequent, not an easy feat considering the distance between us as she is a citizen of another country. The internet is a different world, there is no boundary, no time difference and no distance! We were in touch daily, knew of each others schedules, the momentary feelings and there was an occasion that I've sent pictures of myself every few minutes with the help of a digital camera on the net.

Then I noticed that I was not the only one that existed for her, that there were others who received mail from her. There were all kinds of strange thoughts in my head. I suspected that she may still have active personal ads running but I did not know what other nicknames she may be using. I put on my virtual combat fatigues and began my personal crusade. I placed traps throughout the system, registered in a variety of bulletin boards and placed ads while trying to sort through the responses that resulted from them. I've attempted to guess which one she may be. My hunch played out when I received her photo from a new nick. She had no idea that she was corresponding with me and to make it more believable I ‘borrowed’ the image of a strange man in order to further the situation. In this way I was able to get her address from her server and had easily accessed her archived letters and among those I've found those parts where she wrote to others about me.

After this point I revealed myself and attempted to convince her that meeting on the internet may not be a completely safe thing to do. One might share feelings and thoughts with a person who does not exist since the mail system is a very vulnerable tool although most people think their thoughts are safe within. It is a good idea to be careful what they write about and spend a little effort checking out exactly who one is writing to. There may be evil thoughts and intentions hiding behind flattering words and even with a picture one can't be sure that we are talking to a ‘real’ person or a created identity. With a decent search engine it may be possible to find the same picture file on several other sites.

There are people who spend entire days on the various personal ad sections and they change identities almost weekly without bothering so much as attaching a real scanned in picture to their ad. Instead they place a link in their text that connects the reader to an ad that may be placed on a number of strange boards throughout the world. It should not be neglected that in their ads most people describe themselves as the ‘Marlboro man’ or a seductive ‘Miss Universe’ with all the positive traits to go along with the image yet these things may have as much in common with reality as the Rubik cube to a helicopter blade.

The bottom line is that curiosity prompts one to act and those actions are not always performed in the most decent manner. What was the result of my expedition? Both of us lost our faith in each other for a while playing games of hide and seek on the various bulletin boards hoping to discover before being discovered. We had to recognize that in this form our constant suspicion would be damaging to our relationship. The basis of every relationship is trust and the seed of trust is honesty. Those who have nothing to hide have nothing to be afraid of. Eventually we both had to agree that nothing was more important that to love someone, to belong to someone in the real world.

In summary I must mention that personally I feel that meeting on the internet is a positive step. We, who with unbelievable luck have found the love of our lives have perhaps laid the foundation of a new method available for future generations. We would like to encourage newness by our positive example, to be brave.

I recommend to all lonely seekers who have the opportunity, to look for their love on the internet. If they succeed, they should remember to return to the real world where they can not only read about love but experience it with passion.

Sanyi

http://www.cyberlove101.com/story16.htm

One of my favorite columns in the Internet Kalauz is the Internet Love Story, if for no other reason, because I also sort of met my love on the internet.

My story that I want to share with you and the readers is different from those written about in the column before. Here we ‘only’ realize that the internet is able to dissolve prejudices and how it can make us realize that ‘it is only with the heart that we can see clearly, what is important is invisible to the eye” (saint-Exupery)

The entire thing began around September of ’98 when I was hopelessly and I mean hopelessly in love with Aniko. Unfortunately she believed the several rumors circulating about me around school even though 101% of them are craziness. When she heard my name she wanted to jump out the window and that made me very sad. We have not spoken a word to each other yet she hated me. There was nothing I could do since she was not willing to talk with me.

I thought the only thing that would help here is a miracle. What could that miracle be? The Internet, of course, and a huge dose of coincidence. One afternoon I was at the computer club when I looked at the personal ads. As I was flipping among the ads I saw her name. That's when the cyber-lightning struck! I arranged for an e-mail address for myself under Freemail just so I could correspond with her. Other than giving her my name, I wrote only things about me that were true. The result of all this was that we fell in love. I virtually became two people: one Aniko was in love with and the other she hated! I felt pretty weird every time she complimented me but I could peel out only the person that I loved and who loved me.

Then came phase two! I wrote her an e-mail under my own name with my old e-mail address that I would like to meet her and would like for her to really get to know me, and by-the-way I really liked her. The answer was a unanimous rejection saying she already had a boyfriend (if she only knew that it was me) and that I should leave her alone forever. At the same time she was on wonderful terms with my alias, told me she loved me and if I was such a wonderful person she didn't even care what I looked like and would like to meet me in person. Now comes the Happy End: we arranged when and where to meet. She waited there and I approached timidly. The initial reception was the usual until she realized that she was waiting for me. I convinced her to listen to me and then I quoted her a few lines from the poem that my ‘other’ side sent her in e-mail. We embraced, kissed and are in love ever since, which I sincerely hope will continue for a long time.

The moral of this story is that if we treat anonymity with care and don't overdo it, it can be a distinct advantage that we don't see each other. In any case, we are very happy now and I have the internet to thank for it. Although I don't know what would have happened if she was not listed in the personals. Things would have turned out very differently, I may have forgotten her by then. A few clicks on the mouse can change your whole life. If this didn't happen to me I would probably not believe it possible.

Kind regards from
Gergo

http://www.cyberlove101.com/story19.htm

“Grey Zone: that unspoken sphere that arises in haze where the games take place between men and women.”
Pascal Bruckner

Love: that longing after another, which in cyber romance accordingly is the multidimensional interference points of virtual individuals expanding universe at the speed of light. The problem is that if we should find the perfect partner in cyber space our desires are fulfilled merely on the level of ideals. We must be satisfied with the image that the medium allows to create to suit our desires without a form. In a relationship such as this the honeymoon passes without reservations yet without consummation while discovering new, even perverse characteristics of our partner. To make it simpler, we don't even have to share living space with anyone and in the cyber world there is no HIV virus.

Darling, your monitor has a cold glare today, have I offended you? Would you like me to immediately log out of your life? You've picked up some cheap cyber tramp again? May fatal error strike your damned server!

If this or lines like it appear on your monitor chances are it means, as in real life, that romance is at an end. On the net things hardly ever get this far, because partners make the mistake of meeting in person over a cup of coffee or something of that sort, and then never again ANYWHERE! Assuming of the physical body can be a very disappointing experience.

Cyber romance can be abnormally wonderful only if we never actualize ourselves to the potential partner. Adding only to the sad charm of post modernism, perhaps new-relativism that seems close to Werther’s type of chewing one's own tail sentimentality, a dangerous mind altering method of the post-gutenberg era. This assistance allows us to make a break and completely get away from reality, if there is such a thing at all. To fall in love and remain so for a lifetime to an individual wrapped in mystical haze represented by the symbols on the monitor, who may not be a blond cyber demon at all but a curious, fiftyish psychologist with a hairy chest and a few fetishes.

The net is a painfully ideal medium to escalate the mysteries of undiscoverable personalities to infinity. This mystery is part of the light and shadow play of love in the real world but the e-mail is far more adept at perpetuating this. Between each SEND and REPLY one can work out the tactics of the virtual personality and those not so experienced may read pointers from Anderson. You can take this artificial picture and press it into cyber time. If someone is flirting simultaneously they can multiply their personality on the spot. The only danger of this among the more emotional is, that they end up believing that the virtual presentation is who they really are. This leads to a complete split in personalities and the unfortunate, frustrated soul may throw himself into the system until all of the servers in the world freeze.

How does a real cyber romance begin that only reality put an end to? Whatever the answer to that question, we know that it will NOT start if any of the following appear on the screen by e-mail or in chat:

You've only one flaw, baby, I don't see your thigh?
Or
Are you also chatting from your home telephone? In that case, stay a while….
Or
We're right on track mama, I'm inspired by conspiracy.

As a matter of fact, a relationship could begin in any of those ways, but it is not the beginning of cyber romance. Let's see how we can best emphasize the phantom:
….I've searched for you on Alta Vista and….now I've found you
or
it happened, I'm here and when you responded my heart skipped a beat…Perhaps a more imaginative one: I've a monitor shape, 101 fingers, 20 SGA 1280*1024 stereo 16 bite ears and a brain equipped with dual Pentium 180. The rest of my body parts are in a tower case box currently playing with my mouse. I'm only in touch with spring through the meteorology server.

When you've finally succeeded in catching your loved one on-line:
Are you really here? I can't believe it, let me sniff the monitor for a while. I’ll get a scent card and then I’ll have a RealSmell server….

Subject lines could prove to be fatal attraction where the would-be Cyber-Romeo or Cyber-Juliet may begin to rejoice once the mail is downloaded. The utmost of thoughtfulness may be the cyber-galery, which due to the picture size uses a large memory portion of the machine. This way you may send 10-20 of these out of virtual revenge to anyone you don't like so that they mail slows to a virtual stop.

Naturally, cyber love is also similar to real love in that once we become familiar with the characters of the loved one, the desire for new challenges appears and new underlying feelings. Times like these the more romantic sort will archive all the letters of the loved one, those with a cooler head, while shedding an acidic tear will send it into DEL oblivion. The more frivolous will keep all of the residue from the simultaneous flirts, developing virtual harems since there is little chance of being caught and even so, the machine is not loaded.

For the purposes of keeping this specific gray zone even darker, we could neglect answering the e-mail of the other for weeks until they will chaotically wonder in the frightening labyrinths of the net searching for their cyber love, knocking on the doors of all net sources while the idealized (because love's non-democratic character holds valid in cyber space as well) is occupied with something entirely different in this world that to them is not only home but is a linear, sunny, comfortable place.

http://www.cyberlove101.com/story22.htm

By: Ally

In 1993, while still in middle school, two shy, ackward 12 year olds met in their 6th grade class. He was tall, lanky, goofy and mature for his age...she was tall, a litle chubby but pretty, and really involved in life and school activities. From the second he met her, he loved her. His eyes were transfixed on her sea green eyes and her infectious laugh. She thought he was sweet, but other than that, she didn't give him the time of day. He did everything to win her attention, but all she found in him was a best friend. For years she confided in him about all her secrets, her problems, made him approve of every boyfriend (which he didn't always do and she didnt always listen), until 2 years later, he moved to CT with his family. He was grief stricken to lose the girl he loved, she missed her best friend. The two friends remained in constant contact (he even had his parents drive 3 hours to be a part of a chorus concert, just to be with her) but didnt get to see one another again until they were 18 years old. That whole time, he had held out hope for her, and when she came to visit him, she told him they should date. He was estatic, she wasn't overly serious.

Not long after, she wrote him telling him that she loved him but that it wouldn't work. He was crushed....she moved on. Yet still he held out hope. When she was 20, she got married...eloped...and did not tell him. He found out through her mother and was furious that he did not know about it. He tried to regain her friendship, but her husband was controling and would not allow it...they didnt speak again for 4 years. Then by the grace of God, she divorced him. He was sorry that she had been hurt (abused), but knew that she did not belong with him...they began a friendship again and she invited him down to meet the new guy she was dating and get his approval...just like always....This time, she noticed something in him. He grew into an amazingly handsome, ambitious, funny and intelligent man. Now, at 24 years old, they both began to see something in each other that had not been possible before...a future. She could not focus on her boyfriend, but remained with him, longing for him.

A few months passed and they remained friends still and talked almost every day. She invited him down memorial day weekend for her grandmother's 80th birthday and he came...for her. And then it happened....he kissed her. He didnt care any more about the other guys, or what she was doubting...he had to get his point across that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her....she kissed him back. They spent the weekend talking and making love until dawn and things changed. They fell in love....nothing else mattered. They were best friends since they were little kids...now they were lovers, they were complete. She admitted this to her boyfriend, he was crushed, she was sorry....but so happy....She told him that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him too....he backed away! This was so confusing for both of them! You may ask....why did he back away!? This is what he wanted all along! You see, the love of his life, his best friend, had cancer and a heart defect that could cause problems later on. He was afraid to lose her...he didnt want to watch her die. He thought, if he were just her friend, it wouldnt hurt as much if she died. She cried, she pleeded, he thought....He decided...Now that he had the best, second best would never do. He said yes, he would be with her always. She cant forget his smile, his kiss, his touch and is anxiously awaiting the day they can be together always (they live 3 hours apart).....He is happy knowing that he finally gets to love forever, the woman he has loved all along. Their parents are thrilled for them....they hope to be married some time in 2007.....

This is my love story.... Ally

http://www.loveletterbox.com/love_story_endless_love.htm

by Shanaya

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.

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.

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.

I remember like it was yesterday. 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.

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.

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!

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. We called each other every day on the phone, but not many words were exchanged.

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. 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.

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. 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.

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!

Look, Naya gets what she wants, even if it's not right away, no matter how long it may take. Look at me now. 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! Like Joa would say: COMING SOON!

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!

http://www.loveletterbox.com/love_story_by_shanaya.htm

This story is a happy ending with a different twist. Kareema, our

protagonist, was born with a disability. She had open heart surgery

which could have killed her, but with the help of the doctors and her

parents praying she was saved. Kareema is thankful to Allah.

Among Kareema’s two best friends, one is a girl and the other a boy.

AlthoughKareema always believed in arranged marriages, somehow she fell in lovewith her best friend (Shahid). She always thought that he would

wanta more popular girl in his life. In Bengali culture arrange marriage isused all the time by a relative of that person who will get married. Ifsomeone has love marriage that person’s family is ignored by otherrelatives.

When they both turned 16, she was stunned and hurt tofind out that Shahid would be moving to another country. Kareema didn'texpress her feelings to him because she always knew the guy should makethe first

move. So neither said anything. As the Quran declares, "That God has created everyone for someone already and it is our destinyto meet ."

With that thought she tries to forget him. She starts to love a guy who

doesn't exist yet. He will love her even knowing that she has a

disability.Her other best friend (Jumaana) was always with her. One day she

was telling Kareema that her family was looking for a wife for her uncle.

Since that day, she kept seeing him in her dreams-- mystified because

shedoesn't even know what he looks like. In her dreams she saw a figurewho was the guy of her dream. He had the same color skin as her, shorthair, and was two feet taller than her. Kareema can’t stop thinkingabout what she saw and tried so hard to remember the face but it wastoo blurry.

Then, one day at her new job, she met a co-worker with the same

time lunch break… Slowly he fell in love with Kareema. She had no clue,

and he didn't tell her. At Jumaana’s birthday party,

Kareemawas surprised to see her co-worker: "Wow! What you are doing here?" Kareema’s best friend exclaimed, "You guys know each other?" They bothsaid yes. "This is my uncle." Shocked, he ended up telling his feelings,

and she accepted his proposal, and so did both of their parents. The

next month was their wedding. Sara was stunned to hear that her best

friend (Shahid) was coming to her wedding.

Kareema and the best friend meet each other but without saying anything.

The next day Kareema received a small letter saying that her best friend

(Shahid) wants to meet her in his room. She ran to his room. At first

they didn’t say anything but later he said "I Love you". Kareema was so

astonished because she was waiting to hear that for such a long time. She

ran and hugged him and said "I Love you too". But then she realized

she’s getting married today. The silence between them was so low

that you can hear other people from other rooms having fun at the

wedding. He holds her hand and said “I may not be with you in this

world but next lifetime you are mine, even if I have to fight with your

husband.” They both had tears in their eyes but yet happy that they

willmeet again next life time. If Kareema runs away with Shahid then herparent’s respect from other people will be gone. The whole entirefamily will be blamed for one mistake. In Bengali tradition the mostimportant for every family is to have a good reputation with respectand love from others. If she runs away with Shahid neither of her othersiblings will get good wedding proposals again because they will thinkthat they will do the same mistake. With that thought Kareema gotscared and does not want to be selfish and decided to get married toJumaana’s uncle. The wedding ceremony was held and shahid didn’t wantto see the whole ceremony so he just left the ceremony without tellinganyone. Kareema was looking for shahid to at least say good-bye but sherealized he wasn’t at her wedding. Since Kareema have to leave and goto her husband house because its required for every Bengali girl to getmarried and go to her husband house and that will be her new houseuntil she dies. Kareema was happy she got married to Jumaana’s unclewho always loved her but yet she will never forget Shahid. She followedevery thing in her marriage life with respect and love. While Shahiddecided to continue his studying and become a traveler.

Three yearslater, Shahid had died in a plane crash. Kareema was so shaken that shedidn’t talk to anyone. When it was time to bury Shahid’s dead bodyKareema ran to it and touched his face, crying, and said “ I willalways love you ,and remember our promise I will come pretty soon tomeet you in Next Life Time.’’ She kissed the dead body’s forehead andlet family members bury him.

After two years later, Kareema had aheart attack and she died. Why could not two lovers be together becauseof the cruelty and selfish people in this world. Even though they neverdid anything wrong just saying they love each other they still had aknowledge about this world. The two lovers was so scared to even bringout the topic of love to anyone in their family.

We can predict atthe end that they are already together in Next life. As the Qurandeclares” If you do good on this life ,you can go to heaven and ask foranything you want.” This show the faith in Allah and believing in thehear after. Kareema wakes up and see that she’s in a field filled withbeautiful flowers and a house next to it. While she was walking andlooking around she saw a figure on the floor. That figure was Shahidand she ran into him and hugged him without even realizing that theywere on the floor. They both looked at each other and smiled.

http://www.astorytoshare.com/lovestory.php?id=3409

From Reader's Digest - February 2008

As blind dates go, it was a good one. The year was 1950, and some friends figured that 20-year-old Grace Miltenberger might like their fellow Marine, Bob. They were right. "I thought he was the most handsome man in the world, and I fell right in love with him," she says. It was mutual.

They dated happily for almost a year, then Bob up and disappeared. No calls, no visits and, most maddeningly, no explanations.

Not one to wallow, Grace enlisted in the Marines. Four years later, she and Bob hooked up again. Neither remembers the exact circumstances, but Grace does recall, "I still loved him." And after a few months, her finger sported a big, fat diamond engagement ring.

Then it happened again. In October 1954, she got a call from Bob saying he couldn't go through with it. No reason given; he just couldn't do it.

"The not knowing why is what hurt the most," says Grace.

As before, she collected herself. In 1958 she married another man, and over the years, the couple had five daughters. But the marriage was an unhappy one, and adding to Grace's anxiety was a secret she kept from her husband. Taped to the underside of a dresser drawer was the engagement ring Bob had given her. After what he put her through, most people might have pawned it or tossed it in a river. But not Grace. "I never stopped loving him," she says.

When her faltering marriage dissolved in 1969, Grace devoted herself to her daughters and to getting degrees in sociology and nursing. Fast-forward to 2004. The phone rings. A voice says, "Gracie?"

"I threw the phone in the air and said, "Oh, my God. It's Bob.'"

He'd called under the pretense of finding out where the guy who'd introduced them was buried. Three and a half hours later, they hung up. During their chat, Grace learned that Bob was a widower after 48 years of marriage.

"I never figured out what happened to us," he said at one point.

"I'll tell you what happened -- you dumped me." But she wasn't mad. She was thrilled to be talking to him.

On New Year's Day, 2005, they became engaged over the phone. Six months later, Bob visited Grace at her home outside Tulsa. It was the first time they'd seen each other in half a century. He showed up at her doorstep, and, she says, "we just walked into each other's arms like we'd always been together."

On the day he popped the question, Bob said, "Now I guess I've got to get you a ring."

"No," she said. "I've got one."

"Who gave you that?"

"You did, you big, dumb jerk. Fifty years ago."

This time, Bob didn't run away.

http://www.rd.com/living-healthy/what-they-did-for-love-true-love-stories/article51952-3.html

Aric Egmont knew he had to calm down or he was going to blow it. After all, who breaks out into a flop sweat doing the crossword puzzle? If he didn't relax, he was sure to clue his girlfriend, Jennie Bass, into the fact that this was no ordinary Sunday Boston Globe. This was his marriage proposal.

The two, both 29 -- he's in communications, she studies public health -- had dated for four years and never seriously discussed marriage. Why mess up a good thing? went the thinking. But Aric had second thoughts. And since they were fanatics, he says, proposing via the tiny boxes of a crossword puzzle "was a more natural idea than it might seem to others."

So last June he contacted the Globe and told them about his idea. They bit. Aric fed Globe puzzle writers Emily Cox and Henry Rathvon (who also create RD's Word Power column) personal info to be turned into clues, then he waited ... for four torturous months.

On the morning of September 23, having not slept the entire night before, Aric nonchalantly asked Jennie, "Want to do the crossword puzzle?" He bolted downstairs and out the door, grabbed the paper, then ran up to their bedroom. Climbing back into bed, the two assumed their normal puzzle-solving pose, with Jennie leaning against him. Almost immediately, she was struck by the number of clues that matched up with people and places in her life.

Twenty across asked: "Lover of Theseus." The answer was Ariadne, whose namesake is a friend of Jennie's. Seventy-three across: "One of the Judds." Naomi, also Jennie's sister's name. Ninety-one across: "NASCAR driver Almirola." Answer: Aric.

Aric began scanning ahead to where the big clue was. "I knew the moment was coming," he said. And there it was. One hundred eleven across: "Generic proposal." Clever, he thought, a wordplay on Jen and Aric. The clue next to it was "Winston's mother."

"Look at that," said Aric. "Will you marry me, Jennie.'" He waited for a reaction. He didn't get one. Jennie is a smart person, smart enough to know all about Theseus' love life, but this was information overload. So Aric produced a ring and, quoting the Boston Globe crossword puzzle, asked, "Will you marry me, Jennie?"

After tears and shrieks and lots of "I love you's," Jennie said yes.

"I'm not the most romantic person," admits Aric. "I think I was playing above my head on this one."

Then Romeo adds, "Hopefully, this will satisfy Jennie for a while."

http://www.rd.com/living-healthy/what-they-did-for-love-true-love-stories/article51952-2.html

"I really can't think of anybody who wouldn't appreciate being met at the airport by a jazz band," says writer Calvin Trillin. "I suppose there might be some people who are in the witness protection program."

But Calvin's wife, Alice, wasn't some hood in hiding, and she would, he knew, most definitely love being feted by a jazz band.

The year was 1972, and Calvin was in Louisiana covering a crawfish festival. Back in New York, Alice's parents were both ill, and she was coming down for some much-needed R&R. Calvin wanted to cheer her up. He called a friend at Preservation Hall about getting a band. But Jazz Fest was in full swing. All the good ones were booked. So he took what was left.

When Alice's flight landed, she deplaned and walked smack into a wall of sound -- brass, to be exact -- tooting a rousing rendition of "Hello, Dolly!" For her. And she laughed.

"She saw it as a grand gesture. And I don't think she cared that the cornet player was actually an antiques dealer." In fact, he wasn't even from Cajun country. He hailed from London. And the trombone player? Norwegian. They happened to be in town for the festival.

Calvin and Alice strolled arm in arm through the terminal, trailed by their personal band blasting out standards. Along the way, passengers fell in behind and began second-lining all the way to the baggage area.

"Usually not the most interesting of times, waiting for your bags," says Calvin. "But they kept playing."

Alice died a few years ago, but Calvin clings to the memory of that day. "She was a very engaged person," he says. "Having a jazz band meet her fit her personality."

So what if he couldn't land a Satchmo or a Wynton Marsalis? As Calvin reminds us, "Imperfect gestures are still nice gestures."

http://www.rd.com/living-healthy/what-they-did-for-love-true-love-stories/article51952-1.html

By Andy Simmons

On a Sunday evening last November, Patrick Moberg, 21, a website developer, was in the Union Square subway station in New York City. "Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed this girl," he says. "She had bright blue shorts and dark blue tights and a flower in the back of her hair." New York's fun if you're a guy -- the city's lousy with gorgeous women. But this one was different. She was his perfect girl.

When the number 5 train pulled into the station, the two got on. "I was enthralled," he says. "I noticed details like her braided hair and that she was writing in a pad. I couldn't shake the desire to talk to her."

aking a deep breath, he headed her way. Just then the train pulled into the Bowling Green station. The doors opened, a rush of humanity swarmed in, and then suddenly, she was gone.

He considered giving chase, but there's a fine line between blind love and stalking. He thought of plastering the station with posters. Then a brainstorm: the Internet. "It seemed less encroaching," he says. "I didn't want to puncture her comfort zone."

That night, the world had a new website: nygirlofmydreams.com. On it, Patrick declared, "I Saw the Girl of My Dreams on the Subway Tonight." He drew a picture of the girl etched in his mind, along with a portrait of himself with this disclaimer pointed at his head: "Not insane."

The website spread virally, and soon he had thousands of leads. Some were cranks, and some were women offering themselves in case he struck out.

Two days later, he got an e-mail from someone claiming to know the girl. He even supplied a photo. It was her. She was an Australian interning at a magazine, and her name was Camille. And she wanted to meet too.

Their first meeting was awkward. And why not? It was set up by Good Morning America. Like the rest of the media, GMA saw a great love story and pounced. But being sucked into a media maelstrom isn't necessarily conducive to a nascent love affair. "There was a lot of uncertainty on how to act around each other," Patrick said. And in the back of Camille's mind, a nagging thought: Who is this guy? The media circus eventually moved on, giving the two a chance to talk without a microphone present.

"Everything I found out about her was another wonderful thing," says Patrick. She was smart, funny and a big personality, a nice fit for this shy guy. "And," he continues quietly, "we've been hanging out together every day since."

Thinking back, he sighs. "It's amazing everything went without a hitch."

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Mirror.co.uk
30/03/2006

AN Indian man has divorced his wife in his SLEEP.

He muttered the word 'talaq' three times, which under Muslim law allows a man to divorce his wife immediately, as he lay next to his stunned ex.

The couple, from West Bengal, went to get advice and were then told by their village elders that they were officially divorced.

The man, known only as Akhtar, and his former wife, Sobena, have said they want to stay together but clerics have told them they must remarry.

The pair are hoping to end their nightmare by registering their marriage under a special act.

Other bizarre divorce laws from around the world

Middle East - Under Islamic law if a wife seeks divorce she has go to court and provide evidence of ill treatment or sexual impotence on the part of her husband.

Japan - A non-Japanese spouse can be divorced without consent as the legally recognised Japanese signature is in the form of a stamp. The international member has to hand sign to authorise divorce – for which there is no legal register – making forgery easy.

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Sudan - Divorce is made deliberately difficult for the Neur people of Sudan. Marriage is only complete after the groom has paid 20-40 cattle and the wife bears two children. If he wants a divorce and the couple only have one child he can ask for the return of the cattle or the child.

Bangladesh - Under Islamic shariah marriage laws, only men have the right to initiate divorce proceedings.

United States - It is possible for Americans to travel abroad for quickie divorces; it takes just four weeks to become legal in the Dominican Republic, one to two weeks in Nevada and only 24 hours in Haiti! Celebrities such as Mariah Carey, Michael Jackson and Elizabeth Taylor have all taken advantage of this.

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Feuding couple separated by wall told they have no grounds for divorce

NEW YORK - Feuding spouses who built a wall through their three-story row house because neither would give it up cannot divorce, a jury ruled.

Jurors on Wednesday shot down the “cruel and inhuman treatment” Chana Taub cites as grounds for divorcing Simon Taub after more than 20 years of marriage and four children.

“I’m dismissing the whole case. That’s it,” Justice Carolyn Demarest said.

To revive the case, Chana Taub would have to file it again, on new grounds.

“I was in total shock,” Chana Taub told the Daily News. “It’s unbelievable.”

The husband’s lawyer, Abe Konstam, called the case an extraordinary waste and said the trial wouldn’t have been necessary if New York changed its divorce laws. The state doesn’t allow the speedy dissolution of a marriage without proof that one spouse is somehow at fault.

The case is one of the strangest divorces New York has seen, mainly because of the wall.

A judge ordered the couple to put it up because neither wanted to move out. She got the top floor and the kitchen on the second floor; he got the living room on the first floor and the dining room on the second floor. The door between the dining room and the kitchen was barricaded on both sides.

The case has been dubbed Brooklyn’s “War of the Roses,” after the 1989 movie starring Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner as a fueding couple.

Chana says that for two decades she served Simon like a virtual slave, putting up with physical and mental abuse.

Simon denies ever laying a hand on his wife and says he gave her a luxurious lifestyle. He says she wants the divorce to squeeze what money he has left. His sweater manufacturing company went bankrupt in the late 1990s, and he suffered a second heart attack in 2005 that worsened their financial problems, he says.

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PHNOM PENH — A couple in rural Cambodia has terminated their 18-year marriage with a divorce settlement that entailed sawing in two the wooden house they once shared, villagers said Friday. The husband, 42-year-old Moeun Sarim, has taken away with him all the bits and pieces of his half a house, said his 35-year-old wife, Vat Navy.

"Very strange, but this is what my husband wanted," she said by phone from a village about 62 miles east of Cambodia's capital, Phnom Penh. She said they ended their marriage last month.

"He brought his relatives and used saws to cut the house in half," she said, adding that she now owns the other half that is still standing. The house is made from wood with a tile roof and propped up on wooden pillars, a typical style for a Cambodian country home.

She said her estranged husband and his relatives, after ripping apart half of the house, carried all the debris to his parents' house nearby.

She said the divorce was prompted by her husband's jealousy about her alleged relationship with a policeman in the village. She denied having an extramarital affair.

"He wanted a divorce, and I said, `Let's divorce,'" she said.

The husband could not be reached for comment.

Bou Bout, a village chief, said local officials and police were present as witnesses the day the couple split their 20-by-24 1/2 foot house into half.

"Local officials tried three times to get them to mend their differences, but the husband would not budge," Bou Bout said by phone.

Jane Kallir, gallery co-owner, 54, and Gary Cosimini, software developer, 58, New York, N.Y.

She: We were college sweethearts while I was a student at Brown University and Gary was at the Rhode Island School of Design. We met while working on a literary arts journal; I was the editor, and Gary was the art director. After I graduated, we moved in together in Manhattan in the fall of 1976-New York was the place for us. And in 1985, to celebrate our tenth anniversary of being together as a couple, we got married.
Gary Cosimini and Jane Kallir
Photographed by Andrew Brusso
Gary Cosimini and Jane Kallir found he true meaning of marriage: understanding.

But exactly ten years after that, things began to fall apart. I think we'd gotten into a rut. We weren't communicating very well. And Gary was the one who had the full-blown midlife crisis-he quit his job, left me, and bought a boat. When he moved out of our apartment, he wrote me a note that said, "I'll always love you, but right now I just can't live with you."

That was hard. I think when a marriage fails, it's usually the fault of both parties. I can look back now and say this was an important learning process for us, but at the time, it was awful.

After we divorced, we kept in touch. We had dinner together occasionally. He bought a house; I bought an apartment. I was dating; he was dating. I met some interesting guys, but no one could hold a candle to Gary. Aside from being intelligent, funny, and kind, Gary has such a special way of looking at things. Then, when his father passed away, in November 2000, I really wanted to be there for him. I drove up to Massachusetts in the snow, with a terrible cold, and I think it was at that moment that we realized we were still a couple and had always been. We wanted to be together. We'd shared so much over the years, like rings on a tree. We had such a bond.

We've just gotten married for the second time, this past November. The second wedding means so much! We don't just love each other-we love each other more than ever.

He: I sent Jane a topiary teddy bear for Valentine's Day some years back. I didn't attach a note. It was my way of reestablishing contact with her at a time when she was angry with me. I thought a nice, funny, wordless gesture might do the trick. She got the message. It was a resurrection of our past: I'd given her another teddy bear a long time ago. She still has it.

We're the same people today, but we have a new agreement on how we live and work together and how we help each other. I still have my house on Long Island, and I travel a lot for work. Jane runs an art gallery in Manhattan. So we each have our space.

The big lesson for me is the depth and nature of our feelings. We've been through difficult patches, but we've found each other again.

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Shelia Wilson, Air Force chaplain, 56, and Tony Carter, Army veteran, 52, southern New Mexico

She: As a busy professional, I really didn't have time to meet men. I was in my 50s and had never married.

I'm a chaplain and an officer in the United States military, so I wanted to make sure the man was the same rank as I was. I wanted him to be comfortable with me. I wanted someone to walk with me, not in front of me or behind me.
Tony Carter and Sheila Wilson
Photographed by Karen Kuehn
Tony Carter and Sheila Wilson put their own spin on love.

Out of nowhere, I found a website called faithmate.com. In August 2007, I put my profile on it. Tony and I started to look at each other online, and we began chatting. He had been in the service, including a four-year stint in field artillery. He was retired, which was a relief; if he'd still been on active duty, we would have had to stop immediately because of my rank. Later that month, Tony came to my church to hear me preach. What better place to meet someone than in a chapel?

After that, we had lunch and met again a few more times. Then we went to the Maryland State Fair together. We stopped at a booth where a rabbi was counseling couples, and the rabbi said to us, "How long have you two been married?" We looked at him like he was crazy.

Later we got on the carousel. As we were going around and around and up and down, Tony looked over at me and said, "Ms. Wilson?"

I said, "Yes, Mr. Carter?"

He said, "Will you marry me?"

I said, "Oh, sure, is this how our life is going to be? Going around in circles, going up and down all the time?" Then I said, "Yes."

I already had my wedding dress. I had bought it four years earlier. I just knew it was the dress I would be married in.

He: I wanted to ask Shelia to marry me, and the rabbi helped me get my nerve up. After Shelia said yes, she and I walked around the fairgrounds, smiling the whole time.

On the way home, we picked our wedding date. I didn't want to wait until spring, and she didn't want to get married in the cold weather. So we compromised on October 27. The church was filled.

I told Shelia, "It's a little late in life for us. We're both in our 50s." But I was so impressed with her. She talks more than I do, but deep down, she's really an introvert like me.

One thing she did tell me: "You were well worth the wait."

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George Aye, designer, 32, and Sara Aye, design consultant, 29, Chicago, Ill.

He: It took about two months to plan my marriage proposal to Sara, my girlfriend of three and a half years. We're both designers, and I wanted it to be something that would slowly reveal the words Will you marry me? When a coworker put me in touch with the owner of an art gallery, I decided to stage a fake art show.
Sara and George Aye
Photographed by Andrew Brusso
Sara and George Aye are together by design; he handcrafted his marriage proposal.

First I created it all with 3-D software. Then I made the letters for Will you marry me? out of foam core, using a laser cutter. I broke them into even smaller shapes, so there were about 60 pieces in all, and I stuck each one on its own piece of aluminum siding. The idea was to have the pieces at different heights, arranged seemingly randomly around the room. But if Sara stood in just one place, she could read my question.

I set up a video camera where Sara would be standing to make sure the letters lined up right; it took a full 40-hour workweek to arrange them. It was a nightmare! I really sweated. About a week before, I sent an e-mail to Sara and all our friends, saying, "There's an artist, Serge Gandaora, who's having a show on Friday called My Early Muir Owl." I played with words: Serge Gandaora was an anagram of "George and Sara," while My Early Muir Owl was a jumble of "Will you marry me?" The studio owner even enlisted an actor friend to play Serge during the show.

The day of the proposal, I texted a few friends, "This is a big day. I hope I don't screw up." I just wanted Sara to know how much I loved her.

She: At the gallery, after I'd chatted with people for a few minutes, George walked over and said, "My friend can introduce us to Serge." Serge said his artwork was "all about the intersection of text and space." I was thinking, I don't see any text. But just to be polite, I said, "Oh, wow, that's great!" Then Serge said, "If you look through these frames, you'll see the world differently."

Well, I saw these frames-like little rectangles-placed all around the room. I looked through one, but I just saw white pieces. Then George steered me toward a pair of frames, one at eye level and the other a couple of feet off the ground. The lower one was a vehicle for him to get on one knee! I looked through the frame, and after a second, I saw the word you. It was magical, appearing as if out of nowhere. I moved my head one degree and suddenly the whole thing just came together: Will you marry me?

The room had gone silent. Everybody was looking at me. I turned and saw George on one knee and I started to freak out. He was holding a ring, looking at me like, Well ...?

And I said, "Of course I'll marry you!"

It was amazing. I was crying, and I kind of fell against the wall. I remember thinking that he didn't have to work so hard to persuade me. I would have said yes anyway!

They Spoke a Romance Language

Heather Pucheu, property clerk, 31, and Fabrice Pucheu, artist, 34, Spokane, Wash.

She: In my high school French class, there was a pen pal requirement. The matchups were completely random. When Fabrice and I started writing to each other, I told him about school, and he told me about his life in Léon, France, as a landscape artist. For the next eight years, we shared our lives on paper. We were able to be really honest and say things many people probably wouldn't say to each other-there were no appearances to keep up. Each letter brought us closer than we'd been before, but I never expected anything but friendship. During these years, I dated, got married, got divorced, and dated a bit more. I continued writing to Fabrice.

Then 9/11 happened. It made me understand how short life is and that it could be taken away at any second. Fabrice and I really bared our souls after that, although I think we didn't realize how much our relationship was changing.

When Fabrice came to visit in September 2002, I went to pick him up at the airport, saw him, and fell in love at first sight. I know it sounds hokey, but you never think it will happen until it happens to you. I just knew I was going to marry him. I was so happy to finally meet the person I had gotten to know so well as a friend-we had all of that groundwork laid already.

It was an easy transition to romance. I spoke a little French, and Fabrice spoke some English. We went on long walks and started this wonderful new chapter in our lives.

Now Fabrice is the cook in our family; I haven't had to cook a single meal since we got married. His quiche Lorraine and paella are my favorites.

To this day, I still have all of Fabrice's letters.

He: It was wonderful finally meeting Heather after knowing her long distance for so long. I just knew she was the one. After I got my visa and put all the paperwork behind me, she and I settled in Spokane together.

I am still painting landscapes. When people tell me my artwork is beautiful, I do not question why. I know the reason: My wife inspires me.

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A church leader in Florida has urged parishioners to have sex every day for a month to help cut America's high divorce rates.

Pastor Paul Wirth, who is taking up the sex marathon challenge with his wife Susie, said that couples right across the nation were struggling in their relationships.

For married people he said it seemed like "the sex is great up front but then for some reason life happens."

But for singles "it's like you're always thinking about it and you're like, man I'd like to have it as much as possible."

Sometimes that prevented single people from having a great and healthy relationship later on when they got married.

But Mr Wirth's challenge for his single parishioners is a little different than that for married couples. He wants them to abstain from sex for 30 days.

The head pastor of the Relevant Church in Ybor City, outside Tampa, delivered his 30-day sex challenge to churchgoers on Sunday during a sermon series on relationships.

He said it was one way of taking on America's 50 per cent divorce rate.

He referred to a recent study out that showed that 20 million married Americans have sex fewer than 10 times a year.

People's jobs, houses, children and other things tended to get in the way, he said. He believed that men really needed to re-evaluate their wife's needs.

"We so often come home and kick off our shoes and pick up the remote and don't offer to help with dinner, don't offer to help with the kids -- and then we just expect fireworks in the bedroom," he told news media.

But husbands needed to meet their wives' needs on intimate levels, he added.

Pastor Wirth said his 30-days of sex call had attracted international as well as national attention. This was because churches had remained silent on the subject of sex for too long.

"God is the one who talks about love and authors love, and He knows that He wants us to be intimate and connected with each other on a daily basis," he said.

The three-year-old Relevant Church says it is a casual, contemporary Christian church and its services are designed specifically for urban professionals and young families.

Mr Wirth's previous sermons have included using hit movie Shrek The Third to explain "what happens when we trust God".

His latest challenge isn't just about connecting on a physical basis, he said. Couples have to begin meeting each other's emotional and spiritual needs, he added. Those taking part fill out an emotional needs questionnaire that allows their spouses to see what is lacking and work out how to fulfil those needs.

The idea is to help couples refocus on their marriage. While the challenge is for a month, Pastor Wirth believes the 30 days will lead to a lifetime.

- Feb 25, 2008 (http://www.thatsweird.net)

I been playing a lot of Xbox Live recently after my girlfriend cheated on me and shattered my heart. I needed a way to pass time and get my mind off of the unfaithful woman that I loved. I began playing a lot of team oriented shooters such as Left 4 Dead and such and met a wonderful woman who was decent at the game. I knew nothing about her other than her Xbox Live name and that she had a boyfriend. She was also from a different state, so I figured that ever meeting her was impossible.
We continued to play the game together and my feelings for her began to grow. I knew what she looked like, but really nothing more than that so I went out on a limb and began innocently inviting her to play Xbox with me as soon as she was done dealing with her boyfriend. Even though we’d never met, I suggested she break up with her boyfriend so we could be together. I had given up on love until I met this woman, so I figured I couldn’t let this one get away.
It only took about a month for her to break up with her boyfriend and begin building an online relationship. I was amazed that it actually worked! I never thought stories like that were true. There was still the fact that she lived in a different state, but we didn’t let that stop us. It was only about 500 miles away, which I thought was an acceptable distance for love. I went down to see her, we had a wonderful time, and we have been together for 6 months since.