To Be In Love Again.

Love is a splendor and to be in love is splendorous.
When a person is in love, his eyes show the grow.
His heart flows with happiness and joy which stimulates his mind with blissfulness.
The thought of his love excites his life.
Everything he sees is beautiful and looks like there is no obstacle ahead.
He looks forward to a new day as a challenge.
To be with his love and to make her happy.
In turn, she creates hopes for the man.
Hope is like another force which can work wander to both lovers.
Love is translated into positive energy which can enhance a person’s well being.
His personality is pleasant, calm in nature, sweetness in words and confidence in personal drive.
Over all, his performance at work will definitely be better and his life will be more meaningful as well.
All successful person have someone to love in order to go for the extra miles.

Nobody could live alone and be happy.
The smarter one won’t.
If you happen to be reading this blog now and are not in love yet, don’t be stubborn, give yourself a chance to allow another human being of your opposite sex to fall in love with you.
You will be surprised, how much you have missed out in life.
In order for me to have a heartfelt age of 38 turning 37, I have to fall in love again.
I hope the lady whom I love dearest be reading my romantic blog too.
Dear darling, thank you for allowing me to fall in love again one more time.

The words from an admirable lady spurs me, “No man can be truly happy until he translates the words from the Golden Rules into deeds and shares happiness with others.”

Love Is The Solution

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.

The boy saw …the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.

When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.

What do you think were the four words?

The husband just said “I Love You Darling”

The husband’s totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life but There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn’t forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don’t multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.

Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think…. 

Sad Love Story

Boy: Baby, we need to talk.
Girl: Ricardo, what do u mean?
Boy: Something has come up…
Girl: What? What’s wrong? Is it bad?
Boy: I don’t want to hurt you, baby.
Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesnt break up with me… I love him so much.
Boy: Baby, are you there??
Girl: Yeah, I’m here. What is so important??
Boy: I’m not sure if I should say it..
Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me.
Boy: I’m leaving…
Girl: Baby, what are u talking about?? I don’t want you to leave me, I love you.
Boy: Not like that, I mean I’m moving far away.
Girl: Why? All of your famliy lives over here.
Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away.
Girl: I can’t believe this.
[FATHER: (Picks up the other phone, interrupts & yells furiously
ERICA!, what did I tell you about talking to boys?!!!... Get off the
damn phone!! (And hangs up).]

Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad.
Girl: You know how he gets, but anyways, I dont want you to go.
Boy: Would you run away with me?
Girl: Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you, but I can’t… You don’t know what would happen if I did. My dad would kill me!
Boy: *Sad* It’s okay.. I understand, I guess..
Girl: *Thinking*I can’t believe what’s going on.
Boy: I need to give you something tonite, because I am leaving on
flight 1-80 in the morning, so I need to see you now.
Girl: Okay, I will sneak out & meet you at the park.
Boy: Okay, I’ll meet you there in 20 minutes.
[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And he gives
her a note.]
Boy: Here you go, this is for you. I gotta go.
Girl: *Tear* (Begins to cry.)
Boy: Baby, dont cry, you know I love you… But I have to go.
Girl: Okay (Begins to walk away.)
[They both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter he gave her]
It says…
“Erica,

You probably already know that I’m leaving, I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much, you are my bitch and dont you ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around you. You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I’m leaving I thought you should know that I hate you, bitch. You never did the
right thing, and you were never there. I didnt think I could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to see you, for the rest of my life, I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that’s a promise. You never had my love, and I want you to remember that. Bitch, you keep this letter because this may be the last thing you have from me. Fuck, I hate you so much. I will not talk to you soon bitch… Goodbye.
- Ricardo”
[ Erica begins to cry, she throws the paper in tha garbage & crys for hours ]
… A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely… Then she gets a phone call….
Friend: How are you feeling?
Girl: I just cant believe this happened.. I thought he loved me.
Friend: Oh, about that. Ricardo left me a message. A few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket pocket or something…
Girl: Umm.. okay.
[She finds a piece of paper in the jacket,
It says:
"Baby I hope you find this before you read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words...
Hate = Love
Never = Always
Bitch = Baby
Will not= will
.... I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats why I wanted you to run away with me... -Ricardo"]
Girl: Oh my God! It’s a letter.. Ricardo does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can’t believe how stupid I am!!
Friend: lol Okay but I g2g… Call me later.
Girl: *happy*okay, bye, I’ll be at home waiting for my baby to call me!
… Erica turns the T.V. on……
[Breaking news] “An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for survivors… This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80… it was on its way to an all boys boarding school…” the Reporter says.

[ She turns off the t.v. ... 3 days later, she kills herself, because of the fact that Ricardo was dead & she had nothing to live for... ]
… A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Ricardo, he called to leave a message. “Its Ricardo, I guess you’re not home so, I called to let you know that I’m alive, I missed my flight because I had to see you one last time. So, I hope your not worried. I am staying for good

A Father’s Sacrifice Story…

One day an 11 year old girl asked her daddy,
“What are you going to get me for my 15th birthday?”
The father replied,”There is much time left.”
When the girl was 14 she fainted ‘n was rushed to the hospital.

The doctor came out
‘n told her dad she had a bad heart
‘n she is probably gonna die
When she was lying in the hospital bed she said
“Daddy… have they told you i am going to die ?”
The father replied no you will live as he left weeping.
She said”How can you be sure.”
He turned around from the door ‘n said”I know.”

She turns 15 when she is recovering
‘n comes home to find a letter on her bed. It says ;
“My Dearest Daughter,
if you are reading this it means all went well as I told you.
One day you asked me what I was giving you for your 15th birthday,
I didn’t know then but now my present to you is a MY HEART.”

Her father donated His Heart.. !

Share This If You Love Your Dad !!

A Girl And Boy Writing Diary

GIRL’s DIARY :

I broke up with him today.
I told him I wasn’t happy. 
He didn’t even ask why. 
I thought he would ask me to stay. 
But he didn’t. He just let me go.
And just like that, 
I lost the guy I waited for so long.

GUY’s DIARY:

She broke up with me today. 
She said she wasn’t happy. 
I was too hurt to ask why. 
I wanted to stop her from leaving. 
But if she’s not happy with me, there’s no way I can make her stay. 
So I just let her go. 
Just like that, 
I lost the girl I’ve been dreaming of for so long.. 
Thats the problem of ego..
Its always come in the middle of love…
and separate two lovers always like this way….
Have you ever showed ego to your loved ones?

If A Man Wants You

This advice was passed along to me from a counselor; it was great to hear so I wanted to share it.

If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.

If he doesn’t want you, nothing can make him stay.

Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.

Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.

Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that’s not meant to be.

Slower is better.

Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.

If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve

then heck no, you can’t “be friends.”

A friend wouldn’t mistreat a friend.

Don’t settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.

Don’t stay because you think “it will get better.” You’ll be mad at yourself

a year later for staying when things are not better.

The only person you can control in a relationship is you.

Avoid men who’ve got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.

He didn’t marry them when he got them pregnant,

Why would he treat you any differently?

Always have your own set of friends separate from his.

Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.

If something bothers you, speak up.

Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.

You cannot change a man’s behavior. Change comes from within.

Don’t EVER make him feel he is more important than you are…even if he has

more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god.

He is a man, nothing more nothing less.

Never let a man define who you are.

Never borrow someone else’s man.

Oh Lord! If he cheated with you, he’ll cheat on you.

A man will only treat you the way you allow him to treat you

A Broken Heart

 

A BROKEN HEART  is when you actually refuse to get out of bed in the morning because you are afraid of the reality that awaits you.

A BROKEN HEART  is when you think about the individual that broke your heart constantly. You reminisce the “Good Times” almost as if the “Bad Times” never existed.

A BROKEN HEART  is when you are crying yourself to sleep every night & yet crying more & more each morning.

A BROKEN HEART  is the unforgettable smell of his shirt that sits in that empty box; stowed away.

A BROKEN HEART  is the cold shattering feeling you receive when you hear the syllables of his name.

A BROKEN HEART  is glancing at the pictures of the two of you, & then quickly turning your attention to something else to avoid your tears.

A BROKEN HEART  is re-reading his/HER ancient letters & putting away the jewelry that he once bought for you.

A BROKEN HEART  is secretly wanting to run back to him & secretly wanting to just be loved by him again.

A BROKEN HEART  is asking desperately for just one last chance with the only person responsible for your loneliness.

A BROKEN HEART  is pretending to not care what his friends are saying about you.

A BROKEN HEART  is forcing yourself to hang up the phone after you have dialed the first three digits to his number.

A BROKEN HEART  is screaming & begging for a second chance inside.

A BROKEN HEART  is the emptiness & heart-wrenching feeling you encounter when you see him with his new love.

A BROKEN HEART  is knowing that no matter what you do or say to yourself, you can’t fool your heart into believing that you will in fact “Be Alright.”

A BROKEN HEART  is seeing him, & even though it may be the hardest thing that you have ever had to do, you decide to walk away.

A BROKEN HEART  is listening to that one song that makes you break down over & over again.

A BROKEN HEART  sometimes means: not wanting to go on.

You Are My Sunshine – A Beautiful Story

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her
3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.

They found out that the new baby was going be a girl,
and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy’s tummy.

He was building a bond of love with his little sister
before he even met her.

The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen,
an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown , Tennessee

In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor.

Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael’s little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary’s Hospital, Knoxville , Tennessee

The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.

Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.

Michael however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. I want to sing to her, he kept saying.

Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over.

Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.

If he didn’t see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket.

The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed,
‘Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed!’
The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse’s face, her lips a firm line.
‘He is not leaving until he sings to his sister’ she stated.
Then Karen towed Michael to his sister’s bedside.

He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live.
After a moment, he began to sing.

In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang:

‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
you make me happy when skies are gray.’
Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.
The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.

‘Keep on singing, Michael,’ encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.

‘You never know, dear, how much I love you,
please don’t take my sunshine away.’

As Michael sang to his sister, the baby’s ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten’s purr
‘Keep on singing, sweetheart.’

‘The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping,
I dreamed I held you in my arms’
Michael’s little sister began to relax as rest,
healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.

‘Keep on singing, Michael.’
Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse.
Karen glowed.

‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
Please don’t take my sunshine away.’

The next day…the very next day.
the little girl was well enough to go home

Woman’s Day Magazine called it
The Miracle of a Brother’s Song.

The medical staff just called it a miracle.

Karen called it a miracle of God’s love.

NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.

LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.

In God We Trust!

‘The evidence of God’s presence far outweighs the proof of His absence.’

Life is Good.

Paid In Full

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $0.50
Babysitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $0.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:
For 9 months I carried you while you were growing inside me:  No Charge.
For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:  No Charge.
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years:  No Charge.
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge.
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge,
Son. When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said,
“Mom, I sure do love you”.
And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: “PAID IN FULL”
Moral: Don’t be too consumed in yourself and what you are doing to ignore the good others do for you and the countless blessings that Almighty Allah has already granted you.

Was That You or Just A False Dream…

I remember when I saw you first,
Your smile was water to my thirst,
My heart moved away with love’s stream,
You meant to me more than just a dream.!!

My feelings got worse with an internal fight,
I could not stop thinking about you all night,
I asked, is it love?, Who would deem?,
Or should I forget it just like a dream..??

I gathered courage and started to walk,
dialed your number and decided to talk,
My words were not good enough to mean,
you have become more than Just a dream..!!

You entered my life and it was full of glory,
being with you made my life a perfect story,
Our romance heated up to its extreme,
I thought I was living a perfect dream..!!

I was alone again as I reached dawn,
It broke my heart when I found you gone,
My days went black and night on blue theme,
I did not sleep to avoid any other dream..!!

Its you I still love and may always need,
but you followed your shallow greed,
I know who you have is better and supreme,
I wonder whats worse, reality or my dream..!!

I waited for you every night and day,
Thought all the hopes have now flown away,
I woke up everyday with loud screams,
as My heart bleeds due to broken dreams..!!

I wonder now whats false and whats true,
Did I lost my faith on love, or on you,
All that you did or you tried to seem,
Was that you or just a false dream..!

Saved By a True Friend

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books, and I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran right up to him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him.

Then he looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get a life.”

He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!”

He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class and I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On Graduation Day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days.

I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one), and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.

“Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach… but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.”

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met . He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker, so his Mom wouldn’t have to do it later, and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.

“Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.” I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person’s life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other’s lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.