Sad Love Story:Makakaiyak kayo nito PROMISE

May isang girl waiting for her boyfriend...

On the first day, she sent a message to the guy saying, "miss you na! what time ka ba pupunta?"

She's waiting for the reply.. but the guy didn't reply.

Second message: "I text you kaninang morning bat di ka nagreply... what time ka ba pupunta?! I need your answer asap..."

She waited for 5 hours, la paring sagot... Sa sobrang asar, ini-off nya ang CP nya and said, "I will not open this cellphone unless pumunta cya dito.." After a few minutes, nakatulog na yung girl...

Second day, she's still waiting for her boyfriend. Magpaparing sa fone tapos baba. She told herself, "Did he love me pa ba?!" He Knows naman pag napgpaparing ako..

She's expecting that the boy will call him back.. untik its evening and no one came, no one called.. her CP still off...

Third day, she's still waiting. Nagpaparing. After a few hours, the phone rung... She answered it quickly... "Hello" On the second line, "Hon, I love you very much.." Biglang nag busy. Galit na galit na umupo sa sofa at nanood ng t.v.

After a few minutes, may kumakatok. She stood quickly and opened the door. She opened the door. She was surprised when she saw her bf standing at the door. With good looks, white long sleeves and white pants...

The guy said, "Come with me... hayaan mo akong bumawi sayo..."

She answered, "Wait, I'll just..." 

"Come let's go..." After a few minutes, they're on some place. Sa house ng guy.. kinabahan cya..

She's asking.. what happened?.. bat and daming tao.. at may red light.. What's that?... (she stopped for a while). "Your mom" walang sagot... The guy only looking at her face... 

Biglang may tumawag sa kanya. She's shocked when she saw the guy's mom crying and embraced her...

"Come with me! Sa buong pag aakalang nakasunod sa kanya ang guy. On the door, she's shocked when she saw a dead person infront of her... She looks at her back.. but the guy is gone.. where he went, di nya alam... La naman siyang nakita dumaan infront of her..

The mother said, "Bat ngayon ka lang pumunta kahapon pa ako ng text sayo! Pero naka off ang phone mo.. She opened her CP and sat for a while and read the messages...

There are 5 unread messages... She opened the first message... "Hija, my son is now 50/50. Come here, he needs you..."

The second message: "Please come here or reply... I need it now.."

Third message: "My son is on comatose... Can you visit him now?... You're his strength.."

Fourth message: "Hija, my son is dead" and then she cried to think that her love is now gone in her life... Naisip nya yung nangyari...

She's with the guy the past few hours.. But she kept on thinking.. hangang dumating ang kanyang pag-iisip sa guy... "Come let's go"... "Dalawin mo naman ako.. kahit sa huling araw ng lamay ko..."

The Love Letter

I was always a little in awe of Great-aunt Stephina Roos. Indeed, as children we were all frankly terrified of her. The fact that she did not live with the family, preferring her tiny cottage and solitude to the comfortable but rather noisy household where we were brought up - added to the respectful fear in which she was held.
We used to take turns to carry small delicacies which my mother had made down from the big house to the little cottage where Aunt Stephia and an old colored maid spent their days. Old Tnate Sanna would open the door to the rather frightened little messenger and would usher him - or her - into the dark voor-kamer, where the shutters were always closed to keep out the heat and the flies. There we would wait while trembling but not altogether unpleasant.

She was a tiny little woman to inspire so much veneration. She was always dressed in black, and her dark clothes melted into the shadows of the voor-kamer and made her look smaller than ever. But you feel it the moment she entered. The feeling is something vital and strong and somehow indestructible had come in with her. This was despite the fact that she moved slowly and her voice was sweet and soft.
She never embraced us. She would greet us and take out hot little hands in her own beautiful cool one with blue veins standing out on the back of it, as though the white skin were almost too delicate to contain them.

Tante Sanna would bring in dishes that comprises of very sweet sticky candy or a great bowl of grapes or peaches and Great-aunt Stephina would converse gravely about happenings on the farm ,and, more rarely, of the outer world.

When we had finished our sweetmeats or fruit she would accompany us to the stoep, bidding us goodbye and reminding us to thank our mother for her gift and sending quaint, old-fashioned messages to her and father. Then she would turn and enter the house, closing the door behind so that it became once more a place of mystery.

As I grew older, I found rather to my surprise that I had become genuinely fond of my aloof old great-aunt. But to this day, I do not know what strange impulse made me take George to see her and to tell her of our engagement before I had confided in another living soul. To my astonishment, she was delighted.
"An Englishman," she exclaimed.
"But that is splendid, splendid. And you," she turned to George,
"You are making your home in this country? You do not intend to return to England just yet?"
She seemed relieved when she heard that George had bought a farm near our own farm and intended to settle down in South Africa. She became quite animated and chattered away with him. She was somewhat disappointed on hearing that we had decided to wait for two years before getting married. However, when she learned that my father and mother were both pleased with the arrangement, she seemed reassured.

Still, she often appeared anxious about my love affair and would ask questions that seemed to me strange, almost as though she feared that something would happen to destroy my romance. But I was quite unprepared for her outburst when I mentioned that George thought of paying a lightning visit to England before we were married.
"He must not do it," she cried.
"Ina, you must not let him go. Promise me you will prevent him." She was trembling all over. I did what I could to console her, but she looked so tired and pale that I persuaded her to go to her room and rest, promising to return the next day.
When I arrived, I found her sitting on the stoep. She looked lonely and pathetic, and for the first time I wondered why no man had ever taken her and looked after her and loved her. Mother had told me that Great-aunt Stephina had been lovely as a young girl and although no trace of that beauty remained, except perhaps in her brown eyes, she still looked so small and appealing that any man would have wanted to protect her.
She paused, as though she did not quite know how to begin. Then she seemed to mentally give herself a little shake.
"You must have wondered ", she said,
"Why I was so upset at the thought of young George's going to England without you. I am an old woman, and perhaps I have the silly fancies of the old, but I should like to tell you my own love story and then you can decide whether it is wise for your man to leave you before you are married."
"I was quite a young girl when I first met Richard Weston. He was an Englishman who boarded with the Van Rensburgs on the next farm four or five miles from us. Richard was not strong. He had a weak chest and the doctors had sent him to South Africa so that the dry air could cure him. He taught the Van Rensburg children who were younger than I was although we often played together. He did this for pleasure and not because he needed money."
"We loved one another from the first moment we met though we did not speak of our love until the evening of my eighteenth birthday. All our friends and relatives had come to my party and in the evening, we danced on the big old carpet which we had laid down in the barn. Richard had come with the Van Rensburgs and we danced together as often as we dared, which was not very often, for my father hated the Uitlanders. Indeed, there was a time he had quarreled with Mynheer Van Rensburg for allowing Richard to board with him but he soon got used to the idea and was always polite to the Englishman. Father never liked him."
"That was the happiest birthday of my life. While we were resting between dances, Richard took me outside into the cool moonlit night, and there under the stars, he told me he loved me and asked me to marry him. Of course I promised I would for I was too happy to think of what my parents would say or indeed of anything. However, Richard was not at our meeting place as he had arranged. I was disappointed but not alarmed, for so many things could happen to either of us to prevent us from keeping our tryst. I thought that the next time we visited the Van Ransburgs, I should ask him what had kept him so we could plan further meetings…"
"So when my father asked if I would drive with him to Driefontein, I was delighted. But when we reached the homestead and were sitting on the stoep drinking our coffee, we heard that Richard had left quite suddenly and had gone back to England. His father had died and he was now the heir and must go back to look after his estates."

"I do not remember very much more about that day except that the sun seemed to have stopped shining and the country no longer looked beautiful and full of promise, but bleak and desolate as it sometimes does in winter or in times of drought. Late that afternoon, Jantje, the little Hottentot herd boy, came up to me and handed me a letter. He told me the English baas had left it for me. It was the only love letter I ever received but it turned all my bitterness and grief into a peacefulness which was the nearest I could get then, to happiness. I knew Richard still loved me and somehow, as long as I had his letter, I felt that we could never really be parted even if he was in England and I had to remain on the farm. I have it yet with me, and even though I am an old tired woman, it still gives me hope and courage."
"It must have been a wonderful letter, Aunt Stephia," I said. The old lady came back from her dreams of that far-off romance.
"Perhaps," she said, hesitating a little,
"Perhaps you would care to read it my dear?"
"I should love to, Aunt Stephia," I said gently. She rose at once and tripped into the house as eagerly as a young girl. When she came back, she handed me a letter that is faded and yellow with age, the edges of the envelope worn and frayed as though it had been much handled. But when I came to open it, I found that the seal was unbroken.
"Open it, open it," said Great-aunt Stephia, and her voice was shaking. I broke the seal and read.
It was not a love letter in the true sense of the word but pages of minutest directions on how "My sweetest Phina" was to elude her father's vigilance, creep down to the drift at night and meet Jantje there with a horse which would take her to Smitsdorp. There she was to go to "My true friend, Henry Wilson", who would give her money and make arrangements for her to follow her lover to Cape Town and from there to England," where they can be married at once.
The letter was followed by a final paragraph that says, "But if, my dearest, you are not sure that you can face a land strange to you with me, then do not take this important step for I love you too much to wish you the smallest unhappiness. If you do not come and if I do not hear from you, then I shall know that you could never be happy so far from the people and the country which you love. If however you feel you can keep your promise to me, but is too timid and scared of a journey to England unaccompanied, then please write to me and I will by some means, return to fetch my bride."
I read no further.
"But Aunt Phina!" I gasped.
"Why…why…?" The old lady was watching me with trembling eagerness, her face flushed and her eyes bright with expectation.
"Read it aloud, my dear," She said.
"I want to hear every word of it. There was never anyone I could trust… Uitlanders were hated in my young days… I could not ask anyone."
"But, Auntie, don't you even know what he wrote?" The old lady looked down, troubled and shy like a child who has unwittingly done wrong.
"No, dear," she said, speaking in a very low voice.
"You see, I never learned to read."

I'm Sorry I've Lied

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life, she would be staying on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze, she thought about how wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting and she would have friends over soon. There will be sleepovers and parties. She was so happy. It's just the way she wanted her life to be.

On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be because I just got a date with the star of the team!"
To be well-known in this school, you had to have a clout and dating this guy would surely help her out. There was only one problem. Her parents had said she was too young to date.
"Well I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference. What's there to lose?"

Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."
She got ready for the big event excitedly. However, as she rushed around preparing, she began to feel guilty about all the lies. She got rid of her guilt by telling herself she would have fun with the pizza, the party and a moonlight ride out. Well the pizza was good, and the party was great but the moonlight ride would have to wait, as Jeff was half drunk by the time.

Despite being half drunk, he kissed her and said that he was fine. The room began to fill with smoke and Jeff took a puff. Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff. Soon, Jeff said he was ready to ride to the point but only after he smoked another joint.

They jumped into the car for the moonlight ride without any consideration on whether if he was too drunk to drive. They finally made it to the point at last and Jeff started trying to make a pass at Jenny. A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all (and by a pass, I don't mean playing football.).
"Perhaps my parents were right. Maybe I am too young. Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb?"
With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away and said, "Please take me home, I don't want to stay."

Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas pedal. In a matter of seconds they were going too fast. As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger, Jenny knew that her life was in danger. She begged and pleaded for him to slow down but he just got faster as they neared the town.
"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied. I really went out for a moonlight ride."

Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.
"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"
She doesn't remember the force of impact. She only remembered that everything went black all of a sudden.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble and cried out, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!"
She heard voices but it was only a few words at best. She knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.

She wondered to herself if Jeff was all right and if the people in the other car were alive. She woke up to sad faces in the hospital.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head as they gently told her that Jeff was dead.
They said, "Jenny, we've done all we can do. However, it looks as if we'll lose you too.”
"What about the people in the other car?" Jenny asked.
"We're sorry Jenny. They died."

Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done. I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell the families of those involved in the accident that I am sorry I've made their lives dim and I wish I could return their families to them."
"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied to them and that it's my fault so many have died. Oh nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"

The nurse stood there solemnly. She never agreed. She held Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later, Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best to grant that girl her one last request?"
She looked at the man with sadness, "Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."

Both Halves Of My Heart!!!

With no one special in my life, it was easy to lean on a stranger that I'd hardly known but was somehow sure would be part of my future.

The place was slightly less romantic than a Kate Hudson movie, but what else could a waitress working double shifts at a diner expect. I'd been working at this hole-in-the-wall diner which was adjacent to a gym and a strip joint for three years, with no hope for promotion. My boss and my life sucked and I was on the verge of a psychotic breakdown.

One day, a charming man came into my life. He'd been eating at the diner regularly for about a week before striking up a conversation with me. I was a lonely, desperate and broke waitress covered in burger grease and smelled like pickles. What did this mystery man want with me? After dating for only two months, I fell madly in love with him and we decided to elope in Vegas.

When we arrived in Vegas, we didn't have a witness for the wedding ceremony so we paid a black-jack dealer we met fifty bucks to stand next to us while we read our vows to each other. The black-jack dealer attended our "reception", which was actually a couple of drinks at a bar. The guest-list includes James, the black-jack dealer, Adam, my groom, and me. We got stinking drunk and had the best honeymoon possible.

We stayed married for two years before Adam was diagnosed with terminal cancer. His condition worsened and he had to stop working eventually. I was back to doing double shifts at the crappy diner. I struggled to make ends meet and tried my best to help Adam. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders and went into a depression. Adam passed away and I attempted suicide but never achieved it.

I was still praying for a miracle but had almost given up on God when I went to work that day and served a cheese-burger with no lettuce and extra ketchup to a very familiar looking man. Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed that the man eating that burger was James, the black-jack dealer who witnessed my wedding and attended my reception. At first I was furious with God for reminding me of my lost husband when I had finally started to pull myself together again. However, James smiled and offered me a bite of his onion ring as we talked about the past, the present and eventually the future.

Not a day goes by that I don't think about my Adam and the love that we shared. Nevertheless, I will never cease to be amazed by the mysterious plans fate had laid out for me. James and I fell in love. Not a greater love then the one I had before and also not better or worse but different. It is a new love with a shiny silver lining. James is now a lawyer and I swapped my job at the diner for college and a medical degree. He proposed and we're planning a big wedding. Adam might not be there when James and I say our vows but I know he'll be looking down at us as a witness to another amazing love. I hated that diner but it was there that I found both halves of my heart.

Love Hurts

Love Hurts

Sometimes, love hurts. The abrasions of love have inspired many a great writer. From Shakespeare to Jane Austen, writers have at some time or the other dwelt upon the anguish called love. A few of the following quotes bring out the heartaches caused by love in the most striking manner.

Jane AustenOne does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering.

AnonymousIf love is so important to have that one doesn't want to lose it, why is it when we find true love we often don't notice it?

Oscar WildeWhen one is in love, one always begins by deceiving oneself, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Philip LarkinWhat will survive of us is love.

Diane ArbusLove involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.

E. Y. HarburgOh, innocent victims of Cupid,
Remember this terse little verse;
To let a fool kiss you is stupid,
To let a kiss fool you is worse.

AnonymousIt takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

William ShakespeareLove is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Victor M. Garcia Jr.Love is like the truth, sometimes it prevails, sometimes it hurts.

Spanish proverbWhere there is love, there is pain.

Oscar WildeThose who are faithful know only the trivial side of love; it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

Sir James M. BarrieIf you have it [love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

Francois de La RouchefoucauldThere is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

William ShakespeareThe courses of true love never did run smooth.

George GranvilleOf all pains, the greatest pain,
Is to love, and to love in vain.

AnonymousWhy is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends?

Marie E. EschenbachWe don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

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