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A man told his true love story and made us cry

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Does true love still exist? The story told by one man in a coffee shop moves the hearts and makes your faith in true love revive. This man is living proof that people still can marry for love and remain affectionate and faithful to each other in good and in bad, in health and sickness. "Man...I just was 21 when I met her. I saw her from across the room and brother..... nobody had to tell me who she was. I said 'there goes my wife', and the rest was history. </div>
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That girl was something else, man. Every single day, I'd go and work for 12 hours, and when I came home, she had dinner on the table waiting for me. When the kids would go to bed, both of us too tired for anything else went to bed so that we could hold each other. I was always content knowing that she was right there in my arms. </div>
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I told her every night that as long as she was there, I was just fine. She was my queen, man. I told her that every day, she was the queen of my whole life. And my queen pushed me all the time to be the man I needed to be. She pushed me to seek God and follow Him and love Him with my whole heart, she pushed me to be a better daddy, and you can ask my little girls, and they'll tell you. We wouldn't be anywhere near where we are today if she didn't keep on making us better. Some folks just have a way of doing that, you know? Some people just make you want to be a better man. Well, one day, she started getting sick. </div>
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I didn't worry too much at first because everybody gets sick sometimes. But the doctors seemed to think it was something we should worry about. Well, brother, they were right. She asked me if I would marry someone else if she died. She worried about it. She couldn't imagine me being with another woman. I told her I could never have a second queen. But you know what? She didn't believe me! That girl looked me in the eyes and said 'I know you better than that! You're the kind of man who needs a woman by his side. </div>
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You couldn't be happy alone!' I looked her straight back in those big brown eyes, and I said 'sugar, I don't need any woman in my life, I need you. You're the only one for me.' Well, after a year of fighting it, a lot had changed. There was no more dinner on the table when I came home. Instead, I would work 12 hours a day, and I would come home. I would carry my wife out of bed and bring her to the table. </div>
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I would cook dinner with her sitting there watching me, and we would just talk like nothing ever changed. Sometimes, we would sit and eat together and smile and just be happy that we could look at each other. On the bad days, I would feed her, and she would cry and apologize, but I told her it was what I was there for. She was so sick, man. She was just so sick. She could hardly do nothing. And she had to take medicine all the time; it was every 4 hours. So once we ate, I'd carry her back to bed and lay her down, and I would crawl into bed beside her and hold her just like I used to, and everything was ok. Just like I said before, it didn't matter what was going on, as long as I could hold her in my arms. But I could only lay with her for 4 hours at a time because then I'd have to get up and bring her that medicine. But those 4 hours in between when I got just to be there beside her....man I wouldn't have traded that for nothing!" He stopped talking, and we just sat there pondering his words with our heart full of feelings. </div>
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Then the man resumed sharing his story: "But the body can only handle so much, you know. It took two years of her being sick as a dog before it got the best of her. I saw it coming, and so did she. We both knew she wasn't coming back from it. But it still felt like a sudden thing. I mean....one day she's there in my arms, and the next day she's gone. </div>
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It killed me at first, but it didn't take too long before I realized that she really was better off. She didn't have to take any more medicine, she didn't have to eat my nasty cooking, all she had to worry about now was praising the Lord! You know what still gets me, though? Man, I don't know what to do about her stuff. I mean...I can't get rid of it. All her clothes are still in the closet, I got pictures of her everywhere, and her side of the bed is just how she left it. </div>
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I want to believe she's still here. My daughters tell me I should get it out of there and fix the place up, but I spent my life in that house with her. It's still our home, as far as I'm concerned." No one could say a word. It’s such a rare case when a man opens up his heart to share such deep things with the public. We all admired what he did for himself, for her and for us, too. The love in his heart was not gone, even when the women who evoked it was no more. </div>
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One of the elderly folks in the room said: “You had so much to do. Taking care of her in sickness was not an easy thing.” The young man just smiled at us. His face started to shine, and he replied: "Brother, it was my privilege to be able to serve my queen for as long as I did."</div>

A man told his true love story and made us cry

Does true love still exist? The story told by one man in a coffee shop moves the hearts and makes your faith in true love revive. T...

Love Story: my handsome stud

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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I think everyone loves a good love story. I remember as a child dreaming about how God would write my story, who I would marry, how he would ask me out, our first kiss (well...you get the idea:). It is so funny to look back on the last few years with Kevin (my handsome stud) and laugh about how it was all so different than I imagined...only better:)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><br /></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b>Part I </b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Technically speaking, Kev and I should have met a Loooong time before we actually did. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kevin's dad grew up with the Pastor from my home church.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">However Kev's family lived in southern california and I grew up in northern california, so I had only heard about this mysterious boy from afar...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">My pastor and his family always talked about the Cook family, and about Kev...his good looks...his athletic prowess (tearing it up out on the basketball courts)...his comedic sense of humor, etc. Secretly I had this "long distance" crush on a guy I had never met. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then came college. My freshman year I was invited  to a New Years party...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">and to my great joy my fantasy crush was going to be there. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Would I go? Um..wouldn't miss it for the world. However, my expectations for my hopeful encounter with Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome did not match reality. Not only did I not even officially meet my Stud muffin, to this day he doesn't even remember me being there. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Um....kinda pathetic since I certainly watched HIM like a hawk that night.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Fast forward four years (yes, nothing at all significant happens between us while in college). </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Freshly graduated from college, I set out to conquer the world of grad school.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kevin, having one more year of eligibility to play basketball at this same school, was still a student on campus. Again, romantic visions  of "bumping" into him on campus filled my academic mind </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">(but again, orchestration of such a meeting was rather futile).</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Until....(drumroll please)...his parents called me up to say they had heard hat I was in town, and that they would love to take me out to lunch one Sunday after church. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, again, what's a girl to do? </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Free food and a possible rendevoux with none other than Mr. Basketball himself? </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i>I'm in.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">That lunch had absolutely nothing to do with Kevin, and yet had everything to do with him. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kevin WAS there, but he never said one word to me and was sitting at a different table with his friends (again he sheepishly admitted to not remember this occasion. Monumental for me, non-existent to him.)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">  Yet even though I didn't exchange one syllable with my future husband, his Dad Mitch, rather jokingly seemed to predict the outcome of this story. You see, Mitch had traveled to Nepal every year for over a decade and loved many aspects of the Nepali culture. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">He told me that day, "Katie, I wish we were living in Nepal right now. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I would give your dad 100 goats to buy you for Kevin. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">W</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">ouldn't that be great if you and Kevin were ever married....". </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">in my mind I was like...YES! do you want to make that happen? </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">but alas...it was not meant to be...<i>yet</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Against my nature, I become a grad school drop out (I love telling people that, it makes me feel so edgy...). </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yes, it's true....three weeks after I started grad school, I decided it wasn't for me, quit, and moved to Thailand to teach English. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">And in doing so diminished all chances of connecting with Kevin via our University connection.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I guess matching alumni sweatshirts were not in our future. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">So fast forward another year and Kevin is freshly graduated, looking to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. He gets wind that rice harvesting is quite lucrative in the Fall, and BOOM, next thing I know he is working for my dad (who farms rice in northern california!) driving a tractor and growing a nasty beard in the Rystrom family annual "beard off" </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">(Don't worry, when I did my stint working harvest for my dad I voted to opt out of the competition....)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">But major problem...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I was a northern california girl who had relocated to San Diego, and Kevin was a southern california boy who had moved to Northern California.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <i>Geography, my friend, was not in our favor. </i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">But, as God would have it, my parents seemed to be in our favor, and "conveniently" invited Kevin over for dinner the weekend they knew I would be visiting from SD. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kevin, in the same vein had been over to my parents quite frequently and had noticed my senior picture, and taken a special interest in the Rystrom's oldest daughter. (<i>FINALLY</i>, right?). </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kevin told me numerous times his stomach was ranging between both nervous and excited, and he confessed that after meeting me thought I was "beautiful" and "quite out of his league" </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">(his words, not mine).</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">we had a great evening that night, but the very next day Kev moved to Spain. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">He added me on FB the next day, and I remember thinking...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">"he is great, but probably nothing will come of this..." </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">however, exactly a year late, I wind up with a job in Southern California</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kevin moved back from Spain and was living at his parents. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I needed a place to live and was encouraged by a few people to ask Kevin's family if I could live with them (as they tend to host a lot of people who are in limbo with housing) </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Let's see....live with random creepies I find off craiglist, OR live with a fantastic Christian family and their hot son who happens to be my age and single? </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I know...i'm a genius. I decided to facebook Kev and see if there was vacancy at his parents house. </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kevin, who received my message told me later that he couldn't believe I was asking to live with them. He responded back an emphatic YES before he even asked his parents. Telling his friend that I had asked to live with them, his friend responded with "is she cute?", and without being able to hide his massive smile, responded a resounding YES. And so we became roommates.....</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b>Part II</b></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">In college and post college I had dated a few guys, but I never had that "I want to spend my life with this person" feeling. Guys were either super hot with not much personality (or too much personality), OR they were super great and fun, but the chemistry was nonexistent. However, I remember getting that nervous feeling the night I moved into the Cooks house. All I could think about and wonder is how things would go living and getting to know Kevin. It was obvious I was attracted to him big time, but I didn't really <i>know </i>him. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">So yeah, from the minute I moved in to Kev's house, my crush on K-dawg stepped up it's game. I got butterflies everytime I was around him (which was a lot). At first, we would casually talk when I was making dinner or he was watching a Laker game. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then, we started texting. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then we started making plans to go on hikes, see movies, exercise together, etc. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I remember ALL my friends asking me what the HECK was going on, and when I said "oh we're just friends" they were like "uhhhh huhhhh, YEAH RIGHT!" </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">But the thing was, I had NO idea if Kevin liked me or not. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Usually I was pretty good at reading the signals from guys, but </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I.just.couldn't.read.this.mysterious.one. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Turns out, Kev was falling hard for me. He was just scared that if he said something to me and I didn't reciprocate, that it would make it awkward living under the same roof. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I remember consciously trying to flirt with him so he'd get the hint (HEELLOOOO!!!),</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">and going on other dates with guys so that Kev would get the point that I wanted HIM to ask me out on a date! </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">we even took a salsa dancing class together</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">and his family was like "WHAT THE HECK, who is this guy...he doesn't do this type of things with girls...Katie he's smitten" to which I still wasn't sure</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">because the fact is friends...I lived there 5 months, and he never made a move! </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">as in, he never outright said anything. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">{something he'll <i>never </i>live down, hahah!} </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">That year, my family spent the summer in France. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kevin started emailing me regularly and saying things like "I miss you" or "I wish you were here with me"</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I remember living for his emails that summer (and chocolate croissants)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">and realizing that these emails were secretly saying that HE LIKED ME!!! </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">{and in response, far too many Parisians saw me jumping up at down at the McDonalds in Paris where I got free wifi!} </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">when I got home from France, I was nervous and excited. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">sure enough, my second day back Kev asked me to go to the park with him. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">He made my favorite meal and we had a picnic. I could tell he was sooo nervous, but he mustered up his courage and asked me out. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i>and I said no. </i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">wait....what? </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">well, that's where Part 3 beings...</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yes, I said no.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">You read correctly. "Why" you ask? </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, even though I knew I was head over heels for Kevin, I also knew that for my whole life, God had been calling me to overseas work in some capacity. Because Kevin and I never talked about "us" before he asked me out, we had never really talked about a future with one another, and therefore had never talked about overseas missions as a couple. I didn't know where his heart was in that regard. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">That night he asked me out, I didn't flat out shut him down. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I said "let's give it a few weeks to think and pray about it and see where God takes it" </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">and in a week, we knew we wanted to give it a shot. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I was scared, absolutely, but for all my hesitancies, I felt a HUGE peace about moving forward with dating Kevin. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">a peace that was certainly a step of faith,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">but I'm ever so glad I trusted God! </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">So we moved forward. Kevin had traveled a lot, but only for pleasure. We talked a lot about what it would look like to serve together overseas. Our second month of dating I flew to Kenya for a month for work, and at the airport Kevin handed me 26 letters he had written me, one for each day. Every morning in Africa I cried opening these letters because I could feel God encouraging me through Kevin in huge ways. That was the start of seeing Kev's heart for God and heart for missions. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kevin and I then started doing ministry in a low income immigrant neighborhood, and soon moved into the neighborhood....Kev into the "guys" home and myself into the "girls" home. We starting leading workshops at the Teen Center, our favorite was one on food and culture where we picked a country each week and taught the kids how to make the cultural food from that country.  It was so fun to watch Kevin with the kids, how much he embraced them and loved them. If you are dating right now and headed towards marriage, serving together can be the most incredible experience for your relationship!! </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Kev then decided to spent a month in Nepal, and a few months later went to Indonesia on a basketball team that was doing ministry. He literally fell so in love with the people in Indonesia that he decided to move back for 6 months to help coach a university basketball team there. I was thrilled at Kev's decision to pursue God's calling. But it also was a time in my life that I had to trust God for our future. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Even though both Kevin's and my parents have been married 30+ years, I still felt hesitant about marriage. Spending the rest of your life with ONE PERSON can be a crazy thought to wrap your head around. I didn't know why I was scared...I loved Kevin and he adored me, so why the hesitancy? </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">When Kevin moved to Indonesia, we decided not to talk for a few weeks to gain some clarity. Kevin didn't need that time as he KNEW he wanted to marry me, but I did. And you know what, in those few weeks I felt perfect peace about marrying this man. And for the first time, felt a calling to marriage. I know that seems crazy, but I believe it was God's sweet blessing on it. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">So when Kev came home from Indonesia at Christmas...he utterly surprised me and proposed (in the most epic of ways!!!) You can read about the proposal <a href="http://hopeengaged.blogspot.com/2012/08/a-proposal-of-love.html" style="color: #63aa9f; text-decoration-line: none;">here</a>. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">And so you see this story, while so different than what I expected, was woven into the most beautiful love story. I met the man of my dreams while sleeping in his parents upstairs room, and on <a href="http://hopeengaged.blogspot.com/p/wedding.html" style="color: #63aa9f; text-decoration-line: none;">August 13th 2011 </a> we tied the knot and started the best part of the journey yet...marriage! I look back and I just praise God for his handiwork. I could have NEVER imagined such a handsome, talented, God loving man in my life. He is the most servant hearted man I know, and loves me deeper than I deserve. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I look back and I remember discouraging seasons wondering if i'd EVER meet anyone that I was truly crazy about, and that loved God and loved me with such a passion. And I did. So know that God is working, because I see the miracle of it every day in my life!!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hope you are encouraged today that our God sees us, and he knows us. He is so in tune with our deepest desires and dreams- in fact he gave them to us. So be incredibly uplifted today that you have the very best of advocates working in your favor, for your good:) </span></div>
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For one of my first segments after coming back to Lifehacker , I have masochistically chosen to address one of the trickiest inquiries I get asked as a sex advisor: "What amount of sex would it be a good idea for me to be having in my relationship?"<br />
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Nothing brings out frenzy about staying aware of the Joneses very like sexual recurrence. We as a whole appear to be fixated on ensuring we're having recently the "right" measure of sex.<br />
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Keeping up a dynamic sexual coexistence on top of all of everything else we have going ahead in our lives can feel overpowering, so a considerable lot of us attempt to solace ourselves by sticking to solid things like numbers.<br />
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In any case, truly there is no enchantment number that will work for each couple. I've worked with couples who thought sex each day was close to nothing, and couples who thought sex once a month was excessively. We're recently unique.<br />
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In any case, it is conceivable to make sense of what level of recurrence works for your relationship. Here's the secret.<br />
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Disregard the Honeymoon<br />
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How about we get this prevalent misconception off the beaten path instantly: the sexual recurrence you have toward the start of your relationship (the "wedding trip stage") ordinarily isn't reasonable. When you're in a shiny new relationship, you don't have any of the entanglements you need to manage in a long haul relationship. Unless sex is unbelievably essential to you both, and you're both immovably dedicated to trying, don't set the early months as your objective. Generally 50% of that recurrence is a more reasonable standard.<br />
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In any case, Think About Other Relationship Stages<br />
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It can be useful to glance back at your (post-wedding trip) relationship history, particularly in case you're in a long haul relationship. Sex lives normally back and forth movement, so there will undoubtedly have been high and low focuses. On the course of events of your relationship, when were you two the most joyful with your sexual coexistence? Do you recollect a particular insights about your sexual coexistence around then? For instance, perhaps you used to have normal sex dates on Friday evenings, or you used to spend most Sunday mornings in bed. These periods can give you more practical thoughts of what to shoot for.<br />
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Grow Your Definition of Sex<br />
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Most couples-hetero couples specifically get gotten in the trap of considering sex just intercourse. Individuals in same-sex connections have a tendency to have more extensive meanings of what constitutes sex. Will you figure which gather reliably reports more noteworthy sexual fulfillment?<br />
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In the event that you consider sex just intercourse, your sexual coexistence will get exhausting and routine rapidly. Luckily, there are such a large number of different choices. Oral sex, manual incitement, shared or solo masturbation, butt-centric play, areola play, erotic back rub, playing with sex toys, prodding, fantasizing, pretending, sensation play, and different exercises are all sex as well. At the point when there are more choices on the table, sex normally feels considerably more alluring and fulfilling.<br />
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Concentrate on Quality Sex<br />
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Having intercourse exclusively to hit a share is once in a while pleasurable. Unless staying aware of the Joneses is an exciting piece of your sexual pretending, I prescribe focusing on quality over amount. As far as I can tell, when couples are engaging in sexual relations that is fulfilling for them two, an agreeable recurrence normally rises.<br />
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Set aside the opportunity to consider your most loved sexual recollections with your accomplice. What does great sex intend to you? Does it mean having climaxes? Feeling sincerely associated? Working your way through a book of sex positions? This is clearly an enormous subject, however attempt to distinguish 3-5 qualities that are critical to you, and offer them with your accomplice.<br />
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Regard Each Other's Needs<br />
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Individuals dependably get some information about sexual similarity, yet truly you're never going to discover a collaborate with whom you're splendidly sexually perfect. Regardless of the possibility that you both mystically knew you required sex twice seven days to be stunningly upbeat, who is to state that you're both going to need sex on Tuesday at 8pm and Friday at 11pm? Each couple will need to explore contrasts in their sexual needs.<br />
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I would say, couples are most joyful when they each vibe that their needs are critical to the next. This is not about satisfying each other's each impulse; it's about hearing what your accomplice needs, recognizing that you regard their requirements, and doing your best to work with them as a group.<br />
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On the off chance that your accomplice for the most part has a lower level of yearning than you do, that may mean jerking off more every now and again. Or, then again it may mean endeavoring to bolster your accomplice in evacuating the barriers to their yearning (for example, helping them have some alone time sometimes, or taking a few obligations off their plate).<br />
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On the off chance that your accomplice has a more elevated amount of longing than you do, that may mean opening yourself to being private regardless of the possibility that you're not absolutely in the inclination. This is the place that extended meaning of sex truly ends up plainly critical. You won't not be interested in intercourse, but rather perhaps you are interested in getting your accomplice off with your hand, or speaking profanely to them while they stroke off.<br />
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Attempt More Frequently Than You Feel the Desire<br />
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Genuine talk: a large portion of us don't organize sex as much as we need to. We're occupied. We're drained. We're overpowered. We're apathetic. Sex is anything but difficult to set aside for later.<br />
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As large as I am on attempting to enable my customers to recognize and respect themselves similarly as they may be, I additionally immovably trust that sex is something that requires dynamic, progressing exertion. Now and then that implies attempting to get in the inclination notwithstanding when you're feeling drained or apathetic. Exertion is a tremendous piece of what causes us demonstrate our accomplices that we regard them and their needs (and in addition regarding ourselves and our needs!).<br />
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It's additionally critical to remember that a great many people don't feel the craving for sex until they've as of now began accomplishing something physical. A great deal of my customers even reveal to me it's not until sex is over that they understand, "Gracious amazing, that was entertaining. I generally overlook the amount I like sex." My suggestion is to attempt to take part in some kind of physical touch about twice as frequently as you feel the enthusiasm for engaging in sexual relations. In the event that you end up getting in the disposition, simply ahead and engage in sexual relations with your accomplice! On the off chance that you don't, it's as yet awesome to have more touch in your relationship.<br />
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The main issue is the exertion you're both willing to make to open yourselves to physical closeness is far more vital than the genuine number of times you end up engaging in sexual relations. Engaging in sexual relations precisely three times each week, consistently isn't really going to make you cheerful. What will make you upbeat is realizing that your accomplice regards your requirements, and that you're cooperating as a group to locate a center ground between your necessities.</div>

The amount Sex You "Ought to" Be Having

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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Once there was a boy fall in love with a girl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He came to that girl and asked her do you love me?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Girl: I don't. I am also unknown to you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Boy: But I know you and I love you so much. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Girl: I don't believe that you are in love with me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Boy: I promise to you that I am in love with you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Girl: Don't said lie to me. Because I know boys are saying like that always. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Boy: Trust me I promise to you I am in love with you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> and The next girl I will ever love on earth will be our daughter'</span>

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One night a kid and a young lady were driving home from the railroad station. They both were enamored for two or three years. They would wed as quickly as time permits. The kid detected there was something incorrectly in view of the difficult hush they shared between them that night. The young lady then requested that the kid pull over the cap from his head since she needed to talk. She disclosed to him that her emotions had changed and she would not like to wed him now. </div>
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A noiseless tear slid down his cheek as he gradually ventured into his pocket and passed her a collapsed note. The young lady snatched this note and proceed onward to the opposite side of the street. </div>
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Right then and there, a plastered driver was speeding down a substantial vehicle on a similar road. He swerved appropriate towards the kid and slaughtered him at a minute. Phenomenally, the young lady survived. She was crying and recalling the note, she opened it and read it. "Without your adoration, I would bite the dust."</div>

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One night a kid and a young lady were driving home from the railroad station. They both were enamored for two or three years. They would ...

Gladys and Harold Beebe -Love Story

Gladys: In 1948, when I was a secondary school senior, my better half requesting that I run with her and some different people on a triple date. I advised her, "I don't go on introductory outings." Then she demonstrated to me a photo of Harold and I altered my opinion. He was a school fella thus great looking!<br />
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On the night we as a whole wanted to go to the films, I was exceptionally energized. Harold went to the way to get me. Be that as it may, when we got to the auto, where two different young men and two young women were holding up, Harold sat down and put his arm around another young lady! I needed to go through the night with some other kid, who was brimming with himself. I didn't have a great time on that date.<br />
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Harold: I can't recollect why I picked another young lady to be with that night, in any case, kid, I knew I had botched up. Honey bee—that is the thing that everybody calls Gladys—was exceptionally charming. She rambled and coexisted with everybody. After that night, I called her three circumstances and asked her out, however she continued turning me down. So I at long last feigned her out. I stated, "In the event that you don't state yes, I'm not calling you any longer."<br />
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Gladys: I consented to run with him out on the town, yet simply because I needed to rebuff him for fouling up and not picking me that first night. My arrangement was to spend the night being absolutely apathetic.<br />
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Harold: Thankfully, she altered her opinion.<br />
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Gladys: We went to a drive-in motion picture, then had po'boys and curlicue potatoes a short time later. I saw that Harold was brilliant and exceptionally kind. Furthermore, he had a red convertible. That was huge stuff in those days. After a couple dates, it developed into genuine romance.<br />
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Harold: after two years, in 1950, when I was 25 and Bee was 20, we went to the nearby courthouse and got hitched. However, we kept it a mystery, since Bee's folks suspected that she was excessively youthful.<br />
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Gladys: I was inhabiting home and going to business college while Harold was contemplating to end up distinctly a dental practitioner. I concealed the marriage authentication in my room. After two weeks, my mom discovered it when she was cleaning my room. Stunned, she called the equity of the peace and asked him, "Did you wed my little girl?" My folks came around, however. They enjoyed Harold. He's a decent fella.<br />
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Harold: I adapted at an opportune time to dependably ask Gladys what she would rather do. That is one mystery to our marriage: I don't put on a show to be a know-it-all.<br />
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Gladys: Harold has dependably put me first. After we got hitched, he wouldn't go hitting the fairway at the nation club with the other men. He would play with me. I cherish that about him.<br />
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Harold: Gladys has drawn out the best in me by giving me unequivocal support.<br />
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Gladys: Harold despite everything I appreciate each other's conversation more than anybody else's. We can't play golf any longer, yet we jump at the chance to watch competitions together on TV. What's more, we've generally been huge Louisiana State University football fans, so we never miss a diversion. Gracious beyond any doubt, despite everything we get frantic at each other, yet we make an effort not to get distraught in the meantime.<br />
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Harold: There's insufficient love in this world, so you can't lose when you meet somebody like Bee. I am exceptionally fortunate.

Gladys and Harold Beebe -Love Story

Gladys: In 1948, when I was a secondary school senior, my better half requesting that I run with her and some different people on a triple d...

Genuine Love Story

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Abigail and Dwayne Shoppa (imagined here) </div>
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Austin, Texas </div>
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Abigail: I never met men through my occupation (I'm a land speculator). So all things being equal I had the propensity for reigniting former connections, checking whether I could make them work the second time around. In May 2010, my three sisters, with whom I'm close, and my brother by marriage Chris asked me to attempt another person. When I challenged, they demanded getting me a date at a neighborhood single man sale for philanthropy. At to begin with, I challenged, however in the end I gave in. What's more, once I looked through the online profiles of the men up for snatches, I conceded that a structural designer named Dwayne looked entirely fantastic. Furthermore, his profile said that he trained Little League baseball. I cherish kids. </div>
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Dwayne: I had never partaken in a date closeout. I concurred in light of the fact that it was for a decent motivation—the returns would bosom growth examine. </div>
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Abigail: The sale was held at an unrecorded music setting in downtown Austin. At the point when Dwayne came in front of an audience, five other ladies raised their oars and began offering on him, as well. My eldest sister, Amanda, 34, can be somewhat focused. (Additionally, she had a couple drinks.) She was resolved to win Dwayne for me no matter what. Also, she did—for $600. </div>
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Dwayne: The lights were so brilliant in front of an audience, I couldn't see who was offering. After it was over, the coordinators had me stroll through the crowd and hand Abby a rose. I thought, What is this excellent young lady doing purchasing a date? </div>
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Abigail: I clarified that my sisters had constrained me into various things he didn't generally need to take me out, yet Dwayne demanded. </div>
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Dwayne: after five days, we had supper at a Mexican eatery. We got the world's quickest server, who had us done in 45 minutes—it was frustrating. Also, Abby was exceptionally timid and held. I thought she was sweet, yet in all trustworthiness I didn't see a moment date in our future. A short time later we ceased by a gourmet-cupcake trailer and chanced upon a couple of Abby's companions. She released up, and that is the point at which I saw the young lady I would begin to look all starry eyed at. </div>
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Abigail: I preferred that Dwayne was so laid-back. One of our most punctual dates was at a baseball field. We simply played catch. </div>
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Dwayne: two or after three months, we went to the place of one of Abby's sisters. When I perceived how Abby's nephew and niece, who were then four and two years of age, inclined toward her, I thought: This may be the one. </div>
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Abigail: That's a similar time I knew I could wed Dwayne. He was truly intrigued and thought about what these little children needed to state to him. That consideration implied such a great amount to me. Also, I need offspring of my own one day. </div>
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Dwayne: I had an intricate arrangement about how I would propose to Abby, however I couldn't hold up. I wound up exclaiming it one night after supper. We wedded last April, 11 months after we met. </div>
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Abigail: I adore that assisting with a decent motivation united Dwayne and me. We keep on contributing to associations that we put stock in, similar to Easter Seals and the March of Dimes. I need to concede, supporting foundations has truly paid off for us.</div>

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Abigail and Dwayne Shoppa (imagined here) Austin, Texas Ages 29 and 33 Hitched nine months Abigail: I never met men t...

Taste Of True Love

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LOVE and LIFE are corelated,life will be beautiful</div>
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only if we love</div>
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everythying in this life,,every one might have</div>
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TRUE LOVE ..</div>
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Whats meant by True love ?</div>
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Many people might have tasted its sweetness ,,and</div>
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same number of people got</div>
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cheated too .I dont know to which group i belongs</div>
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too ,i strongly believe</div>
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in things that ,winning will says to this world" what you</div>
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are ??" ,,but failure in things makes us to</div>
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life ..ofcourse my failure is one</div>
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of the strongest reason for making me to pen my</div>
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life ..</div>
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dad as he found that im</div>
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did all the things that i can but she didnt" and she</div>
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breaking my heart into piecies,, i am waiting with</div>
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every broken piece and</div>
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i am waitng for a day that she will come to me and</div>
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her forever ..and if god give me a chance,,, now to i</div>
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will use my choice for</div>
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making her to understand my love on her ,as love</div>
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on her is more than me "</div>
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My dad welcomed my answer with precious</div>
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hug .To know about the things</div>
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happened in my life and about my love we have to</div>
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go JUNE .24 .2011.</div>
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I will meet u all, in the book which is a box of</div>
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fun ,hapiness ,love and</div>
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its feelings written by me in the name of ,TASTE</div>
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OF TRUE LOVE</div>
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yours</div>
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lovingly..</div>
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NANi.</div>

Taste Of True Love

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Heart Touching True Love Story.. Must Read and Share

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<b style="user-select: auto !important;">There was a Boy and a Girl,<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />They were best friends for years and years,<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />They could Talk for hours on the Phone and text each other for days,<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />When They were Together;<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Not a single Sad Thought could cross their Minds, <br style="user-select: auto !important;" />everything was Great, But One Day;<br style="user-select: auto !important;" /><br style="user-select: auto !important;" />The Boy did not Answer any Call or Reply to any Text for a Day,<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />The Girl was worried that something was Wrong..</b><br style="user-select: auto !important;" /><b style="user-select: auto !important;">at night She couldn’t Sleep.., She was sitting in her Room Crying,<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />and It was then that She Realized how much He Means to Her..? <br style="user-select: auto !important;" /><br style="user-select: auto !important;" />The next Morning;<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />She woke Up from a Phone call.., It was the Boy..:)<br style="user-select: auto !important;" /><br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Boy : Hey..,<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Girl : I am so glad that you Called Me, What happened to you yesterday ??<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Boy : I was Busy<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />[ The GIRL Understood that;<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Something was Wrong but could not Ask]<br style="user-select: auto !important;" /><br style="user-select: auto !important;" />[silence]<br style="user-select: auto !important;" /><br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Boy : You know..; We should Stop talking..!<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Girl: What??.., But Why ?? <br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Boy: I am Sorry, Bye..! <br style="user-select: auto !important;" /><br style="user-select: auto !important;" />[He Disconnected the call, and She Felt as If Somebody<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />had Slammed the door on Her face]<br style="user-select: auto !important;" /><br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Everything else Flashed in Her Mind,<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Tears :<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Cars running by Her..<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />Roof of some building..and Sunset..<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />She couldn’t understand anything..<br style="user-select: auto !important;" />She started Feeling Lonely, rejected, and broken..:’(<br style="user-select: auto !important;" /><br style="user-select: auto !important;" />That was the answer to everything! 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Heart Touching Story Of True Love – A Doctor's Note

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It was roughly 8.30 a.m. on a bustling morning when an elderly noble man in his eighties landed to have lines expelled from his thumb. He expressed that he was in a rush as he had an arrangement at 9.00 a.m. </div>
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I took his imperative signs and had him sit down. I knew it would take over a hour prior to somebody would to ready to take care of him. I saw him check his watch tensely for the time and chose to assess his injury since I was not occupied with another patient. On examination, the injury was all around mended. Henceforth, I conversed with one of the specialists to get the provisions to expel his sutures and change his injury. We started to participate in a discussion while I was dealing with his injury. </div>
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I inquired as to whether he had another physical checkup later as he was in such a rush. The honorable man let me know no and said that he expected to go to the nursing home to eat with his better half. I asked about her wellbeing. He disclosed to me that she had been in the nursing home for some time as she was a casualty of Alzheimer's illness. </div>
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I examined advance and inquired as to whether she would be disturbed on the off chance that he was somewhat late. He answered that she no longer knew his identity and she had not possessed the capacity to remember him since five years back. I asked him in shock, "regardless you go each morning, despite the fact that she doesn't know your identity?" </div>
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He grinned as he tapped my hand and stated, "She doesn't have any acquaintance with me, however despite everything I know her identity." I needed to keep down my tears as he exited. I had the shivers on my arm, and I thought, "That is the sort of affection I need in my life." </div>
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Intimate romance is neither physical nor sentimental. Genuine romance is an acknowledgment of all that is, has been, will be, and won't be.</div>

Heart Touching Story Of True Love – A Doctor's Note

Genuine romance Story It was roughly 8.30 a.m. on a bustling morning when an elderly noble man in his eighties landed to have line...

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14 years ago when I was like 13 years old, I was in love with a girl she used to live next door, every day I used to stay 9 hours just waiting for school to finish so I can go and wait for her to come from school just to look at her sweet lovely eyes.</div>
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So when the school bus drop me home I just go running to the bathroom to take a shower, put on my perfume, and put on the best clothes I have every single day.</div>
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I go call my best friend and ask him to go out waiting with me, her maid used to wait for her too, with her small little brother and his name is Rahul too, he was 2 years old that time he used to be so cute, I used to spend all the time playing football (a game I hate) with him just to see her kissing him when she arrived from school and I stayed this way months without even telling her about my feelings.</div>
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At the summer time I went to my country for a vacation, I got her a gift with the letter M as the first letter of her name (and by the way Her name is Priyanka) and I decided to go to her house and knock the door and give her the gift just like that.</div>
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And I finally knocked her door and she opened, but there was one problem that she opened the door like she was going to kill me for bothering her while she was sleeping or something, anyways she was angry and her eyes were on fire, so I freaked out and I couldnâ€™t think what to do, finally I told her I just got this gift to your brother Rahul, and I was like: S</div>
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That was the last day I ever saw her, they traveled for a vacation and then we moved from that area, and I never been able to meet the girl I love again.<span id="more-170" style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: auto !important; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></div>
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So before 3 months I was surfing the net and I was searching in a nice website called MeetRichDate. com, I saw a lovely girl who is single and sheâ€™s 27 years old , she looked so beautiful I liked her profile picture and itâ€™s the only picture I could see because sheâ€™s not in my friends list, I add her to my list and she accepted and I never got the time to go to her profile and see her pictures, after a while she left a comment on 1 of my pictures I loved the comment then I replied back, I added her to my chat in MeetRichDate. com and we started to chat, after a long adult chat she told me that she saw my face somehow or somewhere before, and that made me go to her profile to have a look at her pictures, and when I saw them I was shocked I was going to have a heart attack, is she the same girl I used to love 14 years ago?</div>
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I asked her a lot of questions and all of them made me sure that sheâ€™s my dream, I was strong enough just to tell her that I used to love her long time ago. I told her that I played too much football just for you and just to see you, and that gift was for you not your brother but she couldnâ€™t remember it, she smiled and couldnâ€™t believe all this.</div>
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We talked that day on the Internet more than 13 hours , was so amazing no story such as this one, and we met the day after that, and we are in love now with each other and we are planning to be engaged soon.</div>
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14 years ago when I was like 13 years old, I was in love with a girl she used to live next door, every day I used to stay 9 hours just w...