I LOVE her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. ...!!!!!!!

Go through it and give a thought to it. May be there's someone waiting for you... to hear three words... Three mesmerizing words!!!!

"10th Grade"

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me.

She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair,

and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice

me like that, and I knew it.After class, she walked up

to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before.

I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I want to tell her,

I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

"11th grade"

The phone rang. On the other end,

it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on

and on about how her love had broke her heart.

She asked me to come over because

she didn't want to be alone,

So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa,

I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,

and three bags of chips, she decided to go home. She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek..

I want to tell her,

I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don t know why.

"Senior year"

One fine day she walked to my locker.

"My date is sick" she said, "he's not gonna go" well,

I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,

we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,

we would go together just as 'best friends'.

So we did. That night, after everything was over,

I was standing at her front door step.

I stared at her as She smiled at me

and stared at me with her crystal eyes.

Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"

and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I want to tell her, I want her to know

that I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,

and I don't know why.

"Graduation"

A day passed, then a week, then a month.

Before I could blink, it was graduation day.

I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma.

I wanted her to be mine - but

she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home,

she came to me in her smock and hat,

and cried as I hugged her.

Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks'

and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I want to tell her, I want her to know that

I don t want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy,

and I don't know why.

"Marriage"

Now I sit in the pews of the church.

That girl is getting married now.

and drive off to her new life, married to another man.

I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that,

and I knew it. But before she drove away,

she came to me and said 'you came !'.

She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.

I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,

I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

"Death"

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin

of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.

At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years.

This is what it read:

"I stare at him wishing he was mine;

but he doesn't notice me like that,

and I know it. I want to tell him,

I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends,

I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me !"

........'I wish I did too.' I thought to my self, and I cried.

-"Do yourself a favour,

tell your loved once

that you love them.

They won't be there.... Forever."

Missing you could turn from pain to pleasure, if I knew you were missing me too.

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Love Dies because of EGO !

Truth About FEELINGS, LOVE & EGO






Once upon a time there was an island, where all the feelings lived together.



One day there was storm in the sea and the island was about to get drawn.


Every feeling was scared but Love made a boat to escape.


Every feeling boarded the boat. one feeling was left.


Love got down to see who it was..


It was EGO..



Love tried and tried but ego wasn't moving also the water was rising.






Every one asked love to leave him and come in the boat, but love was made to love.







At last all the feelings escape and Love dies with ego on the island..

Love Dies because of EGO.

The reason that ego and love are not compatible comes down to this:
you cannot take your ego into the unknown, where love wants to lead. If you follow love, your life will become uncertain, and the ego craves certainty
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"If you create any open space within yourself, love will fill it."
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Sweet & Salty Love Story...

Sweet & Salty Love Story...

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.

They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home. suddenly he asked the waiter: "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously : why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea ,just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my home town, I miss my home town so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her far away hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him!Thanks to his salty coffee!

Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life...

And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:" My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt it was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication!

I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste..But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again". Her tears made the letter totally wet.

Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?

It's sweet. She replied.

"Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass."
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love."

Does Love need a Reason...??

Does Love need a Reason...??

Once a lady when having a conversation with her lover, asked:

Lady : Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?

Man : I can t tell the reason.. but I really like you..

Lady : You can t even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?

Man : I really don t know the reason, but I can prove that I loveU.

Lady : Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend s boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!

Man : Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful,

because your voice is sweet,

because you are caring,

because you are loving,

because you are thoughtful,

because of your smile,

because of your every movements.

The lady felt very satisfied with the man s answer.

Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and went in comma.

The Guy then placed a letter by her side,

here is the content:
Darling,Because of your sweet voice that I love you...Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your care and concern that I like you..Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your smile,because of your every movements that I love you..

Now can you smile? Now can you move?No, therefore I cannot love you...

If love needs a reason, like now,There is no reason for me to love you anymore.

Does love need a reason?

NO!Therefore,

I still LOVE YOU...

"True love never dies for it is lust that fades away. Love bonds for a lifetime but lust just pushes away"

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Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

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Live your life to the fullest when you have..!

Live your life to the fullest when you have..!

The moment we are living now is very precious and people around us also are precious. We know it only after missing the moments and the people..

The story below is nice one to read and think.. Go ahead and read....

The obituary page had my name and photo in it. It wasn't too good a snap of me, I thought, as I looked at it absent-mindedly. And then I gave a cry of terror, "What's my photo doing in the deathcolumn?" I remembered, sharp chest pain last night. I looked around, it was morning but my coffee had not been made. People were entering the house and walking through the bedroom door. I walked in and looked on the bed. There I was, all laid out dead.

People stared at me, not many were crying, and some, I noticed, looked relieved. "Listen," I shouted, "I'm here, I'm okay, I'm not dead." Nobody heard me. They were all looking at the me on the bed. I walked back into the sitting room. The coffin had arrived. It was being set up in the center. I watched them carry my body and put it in.

"I'm not ready to go as yet," I shouted, "I still have work to do. Don't bury me, before I'm ready!"

I looked around. "Where's my family?," I asked myself. They were in the next room, weeping. "I'm not dead," I shouted to my wife and children. They continued to weep. "How can I go before telling you I love you?," I asked my wife. "How can I go, beforehugging you both?," I asked my children. I wept with them.

The singing was coming from the next room. I walked in as they sang my favourite songs. There were tears in the eyes of one of the men as he sang. "But we haven't talked to each other for years, "I said to him. "Why are you crying? Come on, shake my hand and let's make up." The man continued crying as he sang. He did not see my extended hand.

My dog walked up and smelt my coffin. She didn't seem too shattered I was no more. "I guess I was too strict with you," I told her, "Come, let me pet you." The dog yawned as it stretched out and fell asleep.

The singing stopped as the priest came in. He sat next to the man who was crying and leaned to talk to him. I went close to hear what he was asking. "Is there anything good," he asked, " the dead man did in his life time?" The man who was crying shook hishead sadly. There was a hush as my wife walked into the room

"She looks beautiful," I thought. "You look beautiful!," I shouted. She did not hear my words. She had never heard them before, because I had never said them.

"God!," I screamed in agony, "A little more time to do all the things I should have done!" I watched as they lifted my coffin and carried it to the hearse outside. My dog did not bother getting up from deep sleep. The priest refrained from saying any word about me. They all understood, there was nothing good words to say. I turned to say sorry to the man who had the tears. I turned to hug my children. I leaned over to whisper words of love into my wife's ears, and then I looked up and cried, "God, one more chance!"

"You shouted in your sleep," said my wife as she gently woke me up. "Did you have a nightmare?" She looked startled, as I hugged her tight and whispered,

"You're beautiful...!"

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“Live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have. It is later than you think.”

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Empty Pages of Life...!

Empty Pages of Life...!

One evening a young woman went alone to walk barefoot by the ocean after the sun had set. She stopped in her path and turned so she could see the footsteps she had left in the sand. But they had already been washed away by the waves. When she turned to continue her walk, she was startled by the presence of an old woman wrapped in a blanket who out of nowhere appeared sitting by a fire, slowly paging through the leaves of a leather covered book.

She walked up to the woman and asked. "Where did you come from? I didn't see you here a moment ago. And how did you start this fire so quickly?"

Her questions went unanswered but were instead met with a reply in a serene voice, "Sit with me, child. I have something to show you."

As the young woman sat down beside the fire, the mysterious stranger handed her the book. She curiously turned the pages one by one and was amazed to discover they contained the story of her whole life from the early days of childhood to the present. She then came to the page telling of her encounter.

with the old woman by the fire during her walk on the beach, but upon turning to the next page, she found it empty. She frantically began to turn the rest of the pages in the book only to find that they, too, were all empty. In bewilderment, she looked tothe old woman and pleaded with her to explain.

"Does this mean my life ends this night?"

"No, my child. It means tonight your life begins."

At that moment the old woman took the book into her own hands and began to tear out each of the pages with words, throwing them one by one into the fire until all that was left were blank pages.

She handed the book of empty pages to the young woman.

"You see," she said, "just as the waves washed away your footsteps in the sand, your past is forever gone, never to return.

The only moment you ever truly possess is here and now. Each new moment is the beginning of the rest of your life and is to be lived to the fullest, for you will not have a chance to live that moment a second time. Most important of all, each new day brings an opportunity to love--one that may never come to you again.

"As for your future, you are free to shape it as you wish, for it has not yet been written."

Then, as mysteriously as she had appeared, the old woman stood to walk away and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

" Your Life is in Your Hand.. Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever".