Once.. My "He"

I'm not a writer,jst thought of giving a try by writing my feelings here in simple words, hope you'll all like it :)
I fell in love...
He is good..very loving...
Friendship... love... brk ups... these are the very common blessings (nd heartaches too) which each one of us long for...
He steps into my life,nd my whole world becomes a paradise..every second I dream abt it,nothng seems more perfect than this relation..our relation..our blessed love... nd then I become confident that nothing can do us apart... Our pure love... Different frm everyone's love... Why?... I dnt know..bt I jst know, it is indeed
I start making my life with you.. you also support me in making that castle of ours.. Nd I fall madly in love with you (maybe you too..) Nd then I dont wnt to turn back... I want to walk with you..want to walk each step with you.. Everything seems beautiful..as if I was the Juliet myself nd you My Romeo..nd that we are reborn to unite again..seems as if we'll be together for eternity
I fly so high,failing the clouds... leaving the birds behind ..making them all feel jealous... nd I say nd I shout "see,Im so happy... im the happiest in the world... nd I'll be the happiest one forever... cos I have HE"... every creature above thinks me a fool... bt I dnt care... i leave them all far behind... nd fly nd fly nd fly... nd im feeling like never before cos He's with me... He's with me...
but one day.. something crashes.. something falls down.. something is shatterred completely.. something is striving for beating.. nd that is MY Heart... my heart,that jst did an innocent crime..a crime which it could have stopped by itself, bt it couldn't... a crime of falling in LOVE..
Nd now... Im all alone... I become a heartless being... i dnt get, am I living or am I dead.. i want to cry and cry and cry..
Something sharp has got stuck in my heart... I try to pull it with all my power...bt im not succeeded... it's still there... i cant live with this ache anymore.. nd i dont want to
Was this what I ever dreamt... was this what I ever loved..
will this be what I'll be living my entire with... has my life ended... why I am suffering... jst cos I've lost him?... now He's far away, far away from my life..
But... No... I'll move on... I'll learn to move on... I'll have to... he has moved on... then why can't I...
nd with my trust on the "above" him, I know I'll again be the same girl, I was.. A happy Me

Dillema

Hi frens,, I m a student of bachelors 2nd year. I've fallen into love many times before this one but later I realised all of those were just the matter of physical appearance. The girl I like is amazing, the way she talks, every time she looks at me makes me realize as if I also have got a loving heart... But the problem with me is I am unable to express my feelings to her with a fear of being denied.. Actually the communication between us will stop if it happens and that is killing me.. I don't know what to do whether to tell her or let it go the way it is going ?? Please suggest me what to do,,,,

Is it possible to be lucky in love again?

I have been lucky enough to fall in love twice but unlucky enough for either of the relationships to last. I am still reeling from my last relationship but Now it's more a case of just not knowing if there's someone out there for me, I would just like to ask, how many times can you fall in love before finding the right person? Some may see this as a silly question and there's probably no definite answer but I feel so lucky to have had at least experienced love in my life that maybe my luck has run out and I'm just meant to be alone for the rest of my life (as self pitying as that may sound). Or maybe those men were just not right for me and I'm yet to meet the man who is.. I guess what I'm asking is.. Are there people out there who thought they found love, only to find it didn't work out and went on to find something even better? I feel so lost at the moment, I know I really gave my all to both those relationships, and now I feel disheartened that I will ever find someone who will love me for me, it would be nice to have a small amount of reassurance.
Has anyone been in my place and are now happily in love?

Taste Of True Love

LOVE and LIFE are corelated,life will be beautiful
only if we love
everythying in this life,,every one might have
faced true love in thier
lifes ,but very few will be knowing about its pain .
TRUE LOVE ..
Whats meant by True love ?
Many people might have tasted its sweetness ,,and
same number of people got
cheated too .I dont know to which group i belongs
too ,i strongly believe
in things that ,winning will says to this world" what you
are ??" ,,but failure in things makes us to
understand "what world is
???".so i always enjoy my failure in my
life ..ofcourse my failure is one
of the strongest reason for making me to pen my
life ..
Finally a day came ,i was faced that question by my
dad as he found that im
writing a book,i replied 'A girl cheated in my life i
requested her to come
back ,, and ofcourse i am waiting for the one who
will never come again,i
did all the things that i can but she didnt" and she
is the reason for
breaking my heart into piecies,, i am waiting with
every broken piece and
i am waitng for a day that she will come to me and
i will be waiting for
her forever ..and if god give me a chance,,, now to i
will use my choice for
making her to understand my love on her ,as love
on her is more than me "
My dad welcomed my answer with precious
hug .To know about the things
happened in my life and about my love we have to
go JUNE .24 .2011.
I will meet u all, in the book which is a box of
fun ,hapiness ,love and
its feelings written by me in the name of ,TASTE
OF TRUE LOVE
yours
lovingly..
NANi.

Happiness came alone

This is my story. About the love that came alone.
Three years ago I was 23 years old and very unhappy. I had just left a rich, non-committed man who wanted to marry me and gave me everything I needed.
But one day, April 1 it was and just like in a joke I left him. There was a reason and quite a serious one. He wanted to own me. Leaving him meant losing my job (because I worked for him), my love, my comfort and money.
Another man helped me leave him; he was the third man in my life. I was madly in love with him. I simply adored him. Two months after we began dating, his ex-girlfriend called him and told him she was pregnant. He went crazy. He began behaving weird. He didn’t know what to do. Go to her or stay with me. At the end, he left me.
I cried myself out. For months and maybe years.
I started dating other men and hurting them. For only a year I went to bed with 5 men and left them in the worst possible way. I made them cry and beg me.
I felt nothing. I was the cruelest being in the world. My heart was broken and I found no meaning of life. But at a certain point I calmed down. I forgot the man that left me. He married that woman he left me for. I lost him forever and I knew I needed to move forward and to go back to normal, to somehow save my soul.
Weird enough after this so called balance, Paco appeared. I was at a bar and he approached and started talking to me. We spent our time together until 4 am and we couldn’t get enough of each other. It was hard at the beginning. He had just been abandoned by a woman he was 5 years with. So he was being mean to me. But I knew best what he felt and waited for the moment he would reach that calmness that I felt and everything will be perfect. Yes, I waited for him to go through that same hell I did, through the same agony for the unrequited love and I don’t feel sorry about it. Because now I have next to me the man I can rely on totally. I love him and I cannot imagine my life without him. We have our wedding planned in 3 months time, exactly two years after we met. And I think that happiness comes alone to us, without looking or crying for it. The only thing we need is to be at peace with ourselves.

Tangie and Brian Smith

Tangie: The first time I met Brian, he put a toad that was the size of a softball practically on my lap. When I started screaming, he cracked up. I found him totally repulsive. I distinctly remember telling my mother, “I hate that boy.”

Brian: This was in 1988. Tangie was 11; I was 12. I wasn’t used to girls.

Tangie: My parents and I had just moved across the street from Brian’s family, so we couldn’t help seeing each other a lot. Brian called me “Tangerine.” He made faces at me at the bus stop. When it snowed, he waited outside to lob snowballs at me. He made fun of my clothes and hair. Not until high school did Brian spend less time teasing and more time trying to be warm and kind.

Brian: When she was 15, Tangie got very cute. We played basketball and video games together and watched The Goonies on VHS. I started driving her to school. We talked on the phone at night until we fell asleep, even though we lived across the street.

Tangie: Our junior year, Brian began dating my friend. They only spent time with each other—and ignored me. I felt vengeful. I spent days concocting a plan to break them up. And I realized I had feelings for Brian myself. Finally, on the way home from school one day, I told him, “I want us to be together.”

Brian: We kissed in my Pontiac Grand Am, parked in my family’s driveway.

Tangie: We dated through most of college, then broke up for a while. I had other relationships but didn’t really connect with anyone else. We got back together in 2001. In 2003 he put on some slow music, got down on one knee, and said he wanted to spend his life with me. I started laughing.

Brian: Tangie always laughs at me when I’m trying to be serious, so I expected it.

Tangie: I have a deep, romantic love for Brian. But I also love him because he’s my best friend. When you’re married, it’s easy to go on autopilot. You get the kids up in the morning, go to work, and don’t take time to have fun. You forget why you’re together in the first place. I feel lucky that Brian and I still joke like we did as kids.

Brian: I love to hear Tangie’s truest, most goofy laugh.

Tangie: However, Brian would never put a toad on me today.

Brian: Uh, no.

Deborah and Carlo Pann

Carlo: In the fall of 1978, I was selected to be a contestant on Jeopardy! When I walked into the greenroom, a dozen other players were also waiting.

Deborah: I was one of the few women there. I had just killed it on my trial show, where they determine if you can go on the real program. I remember one of my clues had been “Longest song title of ASCAP record.” The answer was “How Could You Believe Me When I Said I Loved You When You Know I’ve Been a Liar All My Life?” I was telling the other contestants that I was only the second person in the show’s history to answer that correctly when this tall, skinny man with curly hair and a terrible brown suit put his hand out for me to shake and said, “I was the first.”

Carlo: Deb had these great, bright eyes with such a vitality behind them.

Deborah: Carlo kept butting in to the conversation. He had something to say about everything. And yet we ended up flirting with each other.

Carlo: I didn’t have a problem with self-confidence back then.

Deborah: A network representative from standards and practices noticed that we were flirting, and she wouldn’t allow us to participate on the same show.

Carlo: I had already won on the show, but the next taping day I went on and lost. Before I left, I gave Deb my phone number.

Deborah: I didn’t think much about it because it was finally my turn to compete. I did terribly.

Carlo: I watched the episode at home. I remember yelling at the screen, “Come on! You know that!” I knew how smart she was.

Deborah: Three weeks later, I called Carlo (we both lived in the L.A. area). He had mentioned he worked at a movie theater and I thought, Hey, free movies! We spent our first date prowling around old book and record stores. I was surprised that we shared so many interests: We both liked the Andrews Sisters as much as Pink Floyd.

Carlo: I was smitten. We began dating and married in 1985.

Deborah: We’ve had our ups and downs. In 2007 I was laid off from my managerial position. Then we lost our home to foreclosure. I thought, We’re smart! How did we sign up for such a lousy mortgage? We’re now in a two-bedroom apartment. Carlo is a freelance writer, and I’m working as a receptionist. There has been a lot of yelling, but a lot of back rubs as well.

Carlo: We hold each other to high standards. God help you if you tell a joke you’ve told before. And when we watch Jeopardy!, we both try to guess the response from the final-category name instead of waiting for the clue.

Deborah: Through the years, we have kept each other interesting and interested.

Carlo: I would like to think I know everything there is about Deb, but I don’t. She’s always giving me new things to learn, and I love her for that.

Renata Pasqualini and Wadih Arap

Wadih: Renata and I grew up in the same city in Brazil. We attended the same elementary and high schools and later shared an adviser at the University of São Paulo. But because of our six-year age difference, we never crossed paths.

Renata: We also shared a commitment to finding a cure for cancer. After graduation from medical school, Wadih studied cancer biology at Stanford University, and I did postdoctoral research at Harvard University.

Wadih: In June 1993, I needed a hard-to-find chemical for a particular experiment. My college adviser back in Brazil suggested I contact Renata in Boston, since she was using the same element in her work.

Renata: Wadih called me from his office in San Diego. Then we began corresponding by e-mail, which was brand-new back then.

Wadih: Forty-four people in my lab had to share the same e-mail address.

Renata: At first, our messages were purely professional. Then we began getting more philosophical and having deeper exchanges. But neither of us had romantic expectations.

Wadih: In August I invited Renata to speak about her research to my lab associates. When she stepped through the airport gate, I thought, Uh-oh, I’m in trouble.

Renata: I didn’t think that. But Wadih was exceedingly charming.

Wadih: She gave her lecture the next day, a Thursday. On Friday I took her to a classy restaurant. I couldn’t stop thinking this was it, that we would never see each other again. So I said, “I think we should get married.”

Renata: He put his hand in mine and something incredible happened. I knew I was in love. I said yes.

Wadih: We hadn’t even kissed yet.

Renata: Oh no! And there was no alcohol involved, either. My parents and friends were stunned when I told them I was engaged. I’m not known to be impulsive.

Wadih: We were both busy with work, but two months later we met up in Reno and married at an all-night chapel. We had a one-day honeymoon in Lake Tahoe.

Renata: I didn’t move in with Wadih for six months, because I had experiments to finish. We phoned, e-mailed, and saw each other when we could.

Wadih: Then, in 1999, we accepted an offer to head up our own research laboratory at the University of Texas MD Anderson Cancer Center, in Houston.Renata: Now we spend 98 percent of our time together. We work side by side.

Wadih: For some couples, our situation would be a deal breaker. They might think, If I worked by myself, I would get all the glory and awards.

Renata: Sometimes we fight like the gods. But minutes later it’s forgotten. Wadih and I are equals in every way. And we have a palpable connection. To this day, I wonder, What if I had been careful and turned down his proposal? It’s a dreadful thought.

Gladys and Harold Beebe

Gladys: In 1948, when I was a high school senior, my girlfriend asked me to go with her and some other folks on a triple date. I told her, “I don’t go on blind dates.” Then she showed me a picture of Harold and I changed my mind. He was a college fella and so handsome!

On the evening we all planned to go to the movies, I was very excited. Harold came to the door to get me. But when we got to the car, where two other boys and two young ladies were waiting, Harold sat down and put his arm around another girl! I had to spend the evening with some other boy, who was full of himself. I did not have fun on that date.

Harold: I can’t remember why I chose another girl to be with that night, but, boy, I knew I had messed up. Bee—that’s what everyone calls Gladys—was very cute. She talked a lot and got along with everyone. After that evening, I called her three times and asked her out, but she kept turning me down. So I finally bluffed her out. I said, “If you don’t say yes, I’m not calling you anymore.”

Gladys: I agreed to go with him on a date, but only because I wanted to punish him for messing up and not choosing me that first night. My plan was to spend the evening being totally indifferent.

Harold: Thankfully, she changed her mind.

Gladys: We went to a drive-in movie, then had po’boys and curlicue potatoes afterward. I saw that Harold was smart and very kind. And he had a red convertible. That was big stuff back then. After a few dates, it grew into true love.

Harold: Two years later, in 1950, when I was 25 and Bee was 20, we went to the local courthouse and got married. But we kept it a secret, because Bee’s parents thought that she was too young.

Gladys: I was living at home and going to business school while Harold was studying to become a dentist. I hid the marriage certificate in my bedroom. Two weeks later, my mother found it when she was cleaning my room. Shocked, she called the justice of the peace and asked him, “Did you marry my daughter?” My parents came around, though. They liked Harold. He’s a good fella.

Harold: I learned early on to always ask Gladys what she would rather do. That’s one secret to our marriage: I don’t pretend to be a know-it-all.

Gladys: Harold has always put me first. After we got married, he wouldn’t go golfing at the country club with the other men. He would play with me. I love that about him.

Harold: Gladys has brought out the best in me by giving me unconditional support.

Gladys: Harold and I still enjoy each other’s company more than anyone else’s. We can’t play golf anymore, but we like to watch tournaments together on TV. And we’ve always been big Louisiana State University football fans, so we never miss a game. Oh sure, we still get mad at each other, but we try not to get mad at the same time.

Harold: There’s not enough love in this world, so you can’t lose when you meet someone like Bee. I am very lucky.

Abigail and Dwayne Shoppa

Abigail: I never met men through my job (I’m a real estate investor). So instead I had the bad habit of reigniting old relationships, seeing if I could make them work the second time around. In May 2010, my three sisters, with whom I’m very close, and my brother-in-law Chris urged me to try someone new. When I demurred, they insisted on buying me a date at a local bachelor auction for charity. At first, I protested, but eventually I gave in. And once I looked through the online profiles of the men up for grabs, I admitted that a civil engineer named Dwayne looked pretty dreamy. Plus, his bio mentioned that he coached Little League baseball. I love kids.

Dwayne: I had never participated in a date auction before. I only agreed because it was for a good cause—the proceeds were going to breast cancer research.

Abigail: The auction was held at a live-music venue in downtown Austin. When Dwayne came onstage, five other women raised their paddles and started bidding on him, too. My eldest sister, Amanda, 34, can be a little competitive. (Plus, she had had a few drinks.) She was determined to win Dwayne for me at all costs. And she did—for $600.

Dwayne: The lights were so bright onstage, I couldn’t see who was bidding. After it was over, the organizers had me walk through the audience and hand Abby a rose. I thought, What is this beautiful girl doing buying a date?

Abigail: I explained that my sisters had forced me into this and that he didn’t really have to take me out, but Dwayne insisted.

Dwayne: Five days later, we ate dinner at a Mexican restaurant. We got the world’s fastest waiter, who had us in and out in 45 minutes—it was disappointing. Plus, Abby was very shy and reserved. I thought she was sweet, but in all honesty I didn’t see a second date in our future. Afterward we stopped by a gourmet-cupcake trailer and bumped into a few of Abby’s friends. She loosened up, and that’s when I saw the girl I would fall in love with.

Abigail: I liked that Dwayne was so laid-back. One of our earliest dates was at a baseball field. We just played catch.

Dwayne: A couple of months later, we went to the house of one of Abby’s sisters. When I saw how Abby’s nephew and niece, who were then four and two years old, gravitated to her, I thought: This might be the one.

Abigail: That’s the same time I knew I could marry Dwayne. He was genuinely interested and cared about what these little kids had to say to him. That kindness meant so much to me. Plus, I want children of my own one day.

Dwayne: I had an elaborate plan about how I was going to propose to Abby, but I couldn’t wait. I ended up blurting it out one night after dinner. We married last April, 11 months after we met.

Abigail: I love that helping out with a good cause brought Dwayne and me together. We continue to contribute to organizations that we believe in, like Easter Seals and the March of Dimes. I have to admit, supporting charities has really paid off for us.