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Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Real Love Story
This is a "true story" about how I met my boyfriend on a dating site on the Internet.
15 YEARS AGO:
I used to hang out at a country bar called the "Club Palomino". I loved listening to good bands there, and dancing to their country rock music. I used to drag my friend out to see my favourite band playing called "Cheyenne", who were amazing and always packed the place. My friend and I used to get up and dance to their songs. I was interested in the rhythm guitar player in the band, to me, he was the best looking one, and I loved his voice along with his rhythm guitar sound. Yes, I had the "hots" for him and would goggle eye him playing his guitar/singing while I was on the dance floor, or just standing at the bar listening and staring. I’ve always had this thing for bands as I play guitar too, and always wanted to play in a band. They played there for a long time and were the best band at the "Club Palomino". I would go there as much as I could just to hear them play, and of course, always watching my favourite player. The sad part about it was I used to see him with a short blonde girl, not knowing if she was his girlfriend or wife.
After seeing them playing there for a long time, the "Club Palomino" closed down. Yes, the club had been sold. Wouldn’t you know it a huge townhouse sub-division was
put up and the club was gone. So were all the bands and my favourite band, "Cheyenne".
When I first found out about the club closing down, I wanted to approach "Cheyenne"; particularly the rhythm guitar player and ask where they would be playing in the
future. But I didn’t have enough courage to do that. I guess things happen for a reason.
15 YEARS LATER:
As time went on I met someone and got married. That was a mistake. Eventually we got a divorce. I starting going out to bars, again, got tired of it and not meeting anyone decent enough. I wasn’t crazy about the bands playing at other bars either. Later, a friend told me to join a particular dating site on the Internet, which I thought I would never do. But, I thought I would check it out for fun as I heard so much about it through people even meeting their soul mates from that site.
Surprisingly enough, I had a few dates, meeting in public places, but just didn’t find the right one and thought I never would from a dating site. I sort of gave up on it until one night. After getting home from a bar, which I hated, I went on my computer. For some reason I logged in that site again which I was really glad I did. I got an interesting email from a guy and liked his picture. I was also touched by his email and that he was also interested in my picture and profile. From then on we started emailing each other quite a lot from that site. We seemed to have so much in common through our emails. We continued writing and eventually got on MSN, and chatted for quite some time. He was Bulgarian and I was Hungarian, how common was that! We discovered from our MSN chats that we had so much in common. It was really amazing. Our families even lived in the same town of all places. We chatted every night as often as we could.
And then, a miracle happened! We started chatting on our computers about music. Wow…we also liked all the same music and we both wrote songs. I told him I liked country music and used to frequent a particular bar about 15 years ago, which had closed down. Of course he asked me the name of the bar back then. I told him the "Club Palomino". He was really surprised and told me he used to play there. I wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not! He said he would send me a picture of his band that played there. I thought, "yeah right" to myself as I waited patiently in front of my computer for the picture. Low and behold, a huge picture came up on my screen, "CHEYENNE" "CLUB PALOMINO". I freaked! I couldn’t believe it! It was him in the picture with "Cheyenne". The guy I was interested in who was the rhythm guitar player in my favourite band. I was so shocked that I went crazy seeing this picture! It was just unbelievable! Like a miracle happened suddenly! Like a fairy tale! We carried on chatting every moment we had for some time, and eventually he gave me his
phone number. We started talking on the phone every night. It was just amazing all the things we had in common about everything! Yes, it was too good to be true!
After about 3 weeks of talking on the phone every night, chatting on the computer & exchanging pictures, we decided to meet. I was brave enough for him to pick me up at my mother’s place as I developed this trust in him, by his voice and his honesty. I met him downstairs in front of my mother’s apartment building. He got out of his car, and the first thing we did was look at each other and start laughing, and laughing like crazy, and couldn’t stop laughing! He took me to the local Canadian Legion where we talked, had a drink together (still laughing) and we got more acquainted. Eventually we went into another room and sat down at a table. After a while, he asked me if I didn’t mind if he got up on stage to do a solo. Hey, a man singing with his guitar was like being in heaven. He got up on stage and started playing his guitar and singing in front of an audience. That did it for me. I was hooked! And the guy I admired 15 years ago was performing in front of my eyes, and, was my date! I was in heaven!
We dated for about 2 years and it was absolutely wonderful. Eventually we bought a condo and have been living together for 2 ½ years now. Then, the final surprise! After moving into our condo, we looked out the window and to our astonishment what did we see? The office building of the dating site we joined of all things! What a coincidence that was! In March of 2008, it will be 5 years being together, playing music, and still laughing! We are just two peas in a pod!
He met my friend who I was with at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, and he also remembered seeing us dancing while his band "Cheyenne" played. He also remembered me standing at the bar at times. I used to watch him go to the bar for his coffee and I know our eyes met each other’s at that time. It sure is strange crossing one another’s paths some 15 years ago - and now, being together in a different time in the future, and remembering!
And by the way, that short blonde girl he was with at the Club Palomino, was the girl he eventually married which lasted 8 years. He went through a brutal divorce. He did tell me that when I first saw him at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, that I
should have approached him and told him "she was bad news". It’s funny how life is – it just wasn’t meant to be back then. Fate brought us together. We met our "soul mates"!
Source: Dating
15 YEARS AGO:
I used to hang out at a country bar called the "Club Palomino". I loved listening to good bands there, and dancing to their country rock music. I used to drag my friend out to see my favourite band playing called "Cheyenne", who were amazing and always packed the place. My friend and I used to get up and dance to their songs. I was interested in the rhythm guitar player in the band, to me, he was the best looking one, and I loved his voice along with his rhythm guitar sound. Yes, I had the "hots" for him and would goggle eye him playing his guitar/singing while I was on the dance floor, or just standing at the bar listening and staring. I’ve always had this thing for bands as I play guitar too, and always wanted to play in a band. They played there for a long time and were the best band at the "Club Palomino". I would go there as much as I could just to hear them play, and of course, always watching my favourite player. The sad part about it was I used to see him with a short blonde girl, not knowing if she was his girlfriend or wife.
After seeing them playing there for a long time, the "Club Palomino" closed down. Yes, the club had been sold. Wouldn’t you know it a huge townhouse sub-division was
put up and the club was gone. So were all the bands and my favourite band, "Cheyenne".
When I first found out about the club closing down, I wanted to approach "Cheyenne"; particularly the rhythm guitar player and ask where they would be playing in the
future. But I didn’t have enough courage to do that. I guess things happen for a reason.
15 YEARS LATER:
As time went on I met someone and got married. That was a mistake. Eventually we got a divorce. I starting going out to bars, again, got tired of it and not meeting anyone decent enough. I wasn’t crazy about the bands playing at other bars either. Later, a friend told me to join a particular dating site on the Internet, which I thought I would never do. But, I thought I would check it out for fun as I heard so much about it through people even meeting their soul mates from that site.
Surprisingly enough, I had a few dates, meeting in public places, but just didn’t find the right one and thought I never would from a dating site. I sort of gave up on it until one night. After getting home from a bar, which I hated, I went on my computer. For some reason I logged in that site again which I was really glad I did. I got an interesting email from a guy and liked his picture. I was also touched by his email and that he was also interested in my picture and profile. From then on we started emailing each other quite a lot from that site. We seemed to have so much in common through our emails. We continued writing and eventually got on MSN, and chatted for quite some time. He was Bulgarian and I was Hungarian, how common was that! We discovered from our MSN chats that we had so much in common. It was really amazing. Our families even lived in the same town of all places. We chatted every night as often as we could.
And then, a miracle happened! We started chatting on our computers about music. Wow…we also liked all the same music and we both wrote songs. I told him I liked country music and used to frequent a particular bar about 15 years ago, which had closed down. Of course he asked me the name of the bar back then. I told him the "Club Palomino". He was really surprised and told me he used to play there. I wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not! He said he would send me a picture of his band that played there. I thought, "yeah right" to myself as I waited patiently in front of my computer for the picture. Low and behold, a huge picture came up on my screen, "CHEYENNE" "CLUB PALOMINO". I freaked! I couldn’t believe it! It was him in the picture with "Cheyenne". The guy I was interested in who was the rhythm guitar player in my favourite band. I was so shocked that I went crazy seeing this picture! It was just unbelievable! Like a miracle happened suddenly! Like a fairy tale! We carried on chatting every moment we had for some time, and eventually he gave me his
phone number. We started talking on the phone every night. It was just amazing all the things we had in common about everything! Yes, it was too good to be true!
After about 3 weeks of talking on the phone every night, chatting on the computer & exchanging pictures, we decided to meet. I was brave enough for him to pick me up at my mother’s place as I developed this trust in him, by his voice and his honesty. I met him downstairs in front of my mother’s apartment building. He got out of his car, and the first thing we did was look at each other and start laughing, and laughing like crazy, and couldn’t stop laughing! He took me to the local Canadian Legion where we talked, had a drink together (still laughing) and we got more acquainted. Eventually we went into another room and sat down at a table. After a while, he asked me if I didn’t mind if he got up on stage to do a solo. Hey, a man singing with his guitar was like being in heaven. He got up on stage and started playing his guitar and singing in front of an audience. That did it for me. I was hooked! And the guy I admired 15 years ago was performing in front of my eyes, and, was my date! I was in heaven!
We dated for about 2 years and it was absolutely wonderful. Eventually we bought a condo and have been living together for 2 ½ years now. Then, the final surprise! After moving into our condo, we looked out the window and to our astonishment what did we see? The office building of the dating site we joined of all things! What a coincidence that was! In March of 2008, it will be 5 years being together, playing music, and still laughing! We are just two peas in a pod!
He met my friend who I was with at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, and he also remembered seeing us dancing while his band "Cheyenne" played. He also remembered me standing at the bar at times. I used to watch him go to the bar for his coffee and I know our eyes met each other’s at that time. It sure is strange crossing one another’s paths some 15 years ago - and now, being together in a different time in the future, and remembering!
And by the way, that short blonde girl he was with at the Club Palomino, was the girl he eventually married which lasted 8 years. He went through a brutal divorce. He did tell me that when I first saw him at the Club Palomino 15 years ago, that I
should have approached him and told him "she was bad news". It’s funny how life is – it just wasn’t meant to be back then. Fate brought us together. We met our "soul mates"!
Source: Dating
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
A True Story on Honor Killing
Jassi Sidhu was a beautiful and wealthy woman who fell in love with the wrong man.
During a visit to the village where her parents were born she met and fell in love with the man of her dreams, Mittoo Singh Sidhu. But, Mittoo had no money and no land. His only income came from driving an auto rickshaw.
Jassi knew that her wealthy Canadian family would never approve of Mittoo, so the couple married in secret. When Jassi's uncle found out he was enraged. In his eyes Jassi had disgraced and dishonoured her family.A TRAGIC DEATH
A few months after the marriage, Jassi and Mittoo were ambushed by a gang of men. Mittoo was left for dead. Jassi was kidnapped, brutally murdered and on June 9, 2000 was found in an irrigation ditch with her throat cut. The Indian police eventually charged 13 people in the murder plot, including Jassi's mother and uncle in Canada. 
Jassi's uncle was bitterly opposed to her marriage to Mittoo, a poor rickshaw driver.
So, an unlikely romance between a wealthy girl from Canada and a poor villager from the Punjab turned into a modern day Romeo and Juliet story complete with betrayal, treachery, torture, kidnapping and murder. In 2001, the fifth estate went to India to investigate Jassi's murder and produced an award-winning documentary called The Murdered Bride.
THE FIFTH ESTATE RETURNS TO INDIA
This updated version of The Murdered Bride reveals shocking new details about the five-year-old murder case. The fifth estate team and associate producer Akhil Gautam track down two of the men who took part in the murder conspiracy including a police officer named Joginder Singh. While Indian police and Indian justice, two systems notorious for their corruption and slowness, have dealt with Jassi's murder and convicted 7 men for her murder, the fifth estate reveals that the Canadian investigation into her family's involvement is dragging on.
fifth estate reporter Bob McKeown found Jassi's husband, Mittoo, behind bars.
But, what of Mittoo, who survived the attack by Jassi's killers? Five years after her death, Mittoo is in jail, facing a charge of rape – a charge his friends and supporters say is completely false. The fifth estate reveals that the woman who has accused Mittoo in court documents is closely connected to one of Jassi's convicted killers.
JASSI'S STORY: A MOVIE
Before she died Jassi told a close friend in British Columbia that a movie would be made about her life one day and now they have.by: Honor Killing
Friday, January 21, 2011
Do chidiyo ki lov story
1 din chida bola-
mje chor kr kbi tm ud to nhi jaogi.
......
chidiya : ud jaun to tum pakar lena.
Chida : me tume pakar sakta hu par fir pa nhi sakta.
chidiya ki ankho me ansu aa gaye usne apne pankh tod liye or boli ab ham hamesa sath rahenge.
Ek din jor se tufan aya chida udne laga.
Tabhi chidiya boli tum ud jao me nhi ud sakti.
Chida- apna khayal rkhana keh kar ud gaya. Jab tufan thama aur chida vapas aaya to usne dekha ki chidiya mar chuki thi...
Aur ek dali par likha tha~
kash wo ek bar to kahta ki me tume nhi chor sakta, To sayad me tufan ane se pahle nhi marti
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Poem
A Friend Like You
There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
Tho' my life's been both Sunny and Blue,
But of all my blessings,
This one's the best:
To have a friend like you.
In times of trouble
Friends will say,
"Just ask... I'll help you through it."
But you don't wait for me to ask,
You just get up
And you do it!
And I can think
Of nothing in life
That I could more wisely do,
Than know a friend,
And be a friend,
And love a friend... like you.
Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in:
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.
How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
More Poems:Poem
There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
Tho' my life's been both Sunny and Blue,
But of all my blessings,
This one's the best:
To have a friend like you.
In times of trouble
Friends will say,
"Just ask... I'll help you through it."
But you don't wait for me to ask,
You just get up
And you do it!
And I can think
Of nothing in life
That I could more wisely do,
Than know a friend,
And be a friend,
And love a friend... like you.
Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in:
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.
How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
More Poems:Poem
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Showing Love To Suzanne
It was long ago. I was working at a restaurant. I was eighteen. There I met a beautiful young lady. She was shorter than me, but at six foot four most people are. She had dark brown hair and wonderful green eyes. Her smile made me weak. I would have done anything for her.
It was almost Christmas and the decorations were going up. As someone put up the mistletoe the girls started talking about getting the guys underneath the mystic sprig. As I walked by, I heard a sexy voice say, "I want to kiss Tim."
I stopped. Had I heard right! Suzanne wanted to kiss ... ME! My heart stopped. I slowly turned to see her take the last step toward the mistletoe. I stuttered sheepishly, "M-M-Me?!?" She slowly nodded. I was shaking, but stepped to her. She reached up. I couldn't help myself, I put my arms around her and our lips met. I never wanted to let go. I fell for her then and there. She is the only woman I have ever known that said that she wanted to kiss me.
We "dated" a few times. I was a kid I sucked at dating, still do! She was staying with friends and I would go over to see her after I got off work, late.
Then came the night that I would screw up and regret the rest of my life. I got there late, as usual. She was sleeping on the couch in front of the fireplace. I looked down at her. Her face was glowing with the light from the fire, her hair was soft and gently tossed. She was wearing a long grey nightshirt, T-shirt type, and not much else. She looked so beautiful. I had never seen anyone so angelic in my life. I got down on my knees and gently kissed her lips. She woke and pulled me closer. We kissed for what seemed my entire life. She had me, I would stay with her forever.
Then it happened. She moved my hand under her shirt. My head was spinning, what was I doing? I cupped one of her perfect breasts. I felt warm and wonderful. Fear suddenly hit me. I didn't know what I was doing, what if I did it wrong! What if this isn't what she wanted?! I found myself pulling away!
"What's wrong?" she said.
"I, I have to go." I blurted out.
"I was hoping you'd stay tonight.", her voice obviously hurt.
"I really need to go." and I turned and left.
I was so stupid, I stopped because I didn't want to do something wrong and blow it between us but that's exactly what I did by leaving. We didn't see each other again for many years. I got married and we had two kids. My wife left me. I married again. We had three kids. So after number 5 for me I decided to get "the cable disconnected." I went and had a vasectomy. No need to go into that but a week later I went back to have it "checked", you know, get a count.
Anyway I walked into the doctors office with my "sample". I stood there waiting for someone to notice me. That's when I heard, "Hi, Tim."
I knew the voice! It was her! I was so startled and so embarrassed by the reason for my visit, that I made a fool out of myself. I said, "Hey, … Suzanne, right?" I knew perfectly well who she was. I had seen that face in my dreams at least once a week for the last 22 years. I couldn't bring myself to look at her ring finger. I wanted to jump the counter and just hold her again.
Instead, I handed her the sample and said I'd see her later and left, ... again. If life weren't cruel enough at this point, I am now going through another divorce and Suzanne is still in my mind. I have walked away from the most beautiful woman I've ever known twice. I cry, ... I cry in my heart. Oh, that she should read this and understand. I long for some mistletoe, now. I started writing to Suzanne a few months after I left her in front of the fireplace. I have written to her for 27 years and never mailed any of the 289 letters. I then put the letters into a book, I hope she would find to be … a love story. I sat on the book for a few weeks wondering if I should try to find Suzanne or just make up an ending. Jack, my eighteen year old talked me into getting the book to her. Now how do I find her? I knew where she worked five years ago. Maybe someone there knew where she was now. I printed out the book and the following letter:
Suzanne,
I have been needing to tell you I’m sorry for a long time. I am so bad at verbal encounters, (my brain goes blank), as you well know by now, that I have taken to writing things down, when they are important to me. I had a dream about you a few weeks ago and I was unable to tell you how sorry I was in the dream before fate cruelly woke me. I hurt so bad that I … well, I am sending you the result. I am taking a chance and sending this here in hopes that you still work here or at least someone knows where you are. This is the only printed copy. You may do with it as you see fit. I would understand if you didn’t even want to read it. There are twenty seven years in here and I now give them to you. The book is not finished, it lacks one letter, the one which I cannot write. If nothing else, I hope the book at least gives you some answers. In closing, I would like to let you know I am still married for a short time more, so even if you did want to talk, an occasional email is all I could do right now. I am again so sorry for that night, for twenty seven years of not knowing and for the frozen brain I get every time I see you.
Seeming to be eternally waiting,
Tim Wayne
Jack said he would take it up to the office. I had no idea if it was a good idea or not. So, on my first break the next day. I called the Dr.’s office. I dialed the phone, shaking like a leaf! Here was the plan. Ask who ever answered the phone if they knew Suzanne. Why do things never work out the way you plan? You got it, She answered the phone! I am not altogether sure I didn’t say’ “Oh, sh**!” out loud. The conversation was, to say the least, interesting. She was, I’m sure, taken aback by my call. My voice was auditable quivering. I don’t remember much of the falderal that came pouring out but I know I said, “My son is bringing you an envelope today. In it is my explanations, my apologies and my life. I know I have no right to ask you for anything but please, please read it.”
She paused and ask, (also in a shaky voice), “Are you alright?” I told her my son would explain and I had to get back to work. I called Jack and told him what I did. Still shaking I told him everything I forgot to tell her, Like, you might not want your husband to read this if you have one. I told him she probably thinks I am dying. Jack called me as he was leaving. “You were right, she thought you were dying, I explained everything. She is still very pretty and is married. She has two kids and one grand-daughter.” There is more of this later, but for now, … She has the book! If I accomplish nothing else out of this book Idea, Suzanne knows!!! I waited a week without any word. Then … an e-mail! Suzanne and I began e-mailing each other and have moved to phone calls. We even see each other once in a while. I have ask her if I may call her Annie since everyone else calls her Suzy. We are both going through a divorce. Annie and I talk all the time now, both on the phone and in person. I have ceased writing letters and opted for the notes and verbal communiqué However, Suzanne has taken up where I left off and is writing letters to me almost daily. She will never know all that she has done for me. We are talking almost everyday, now. She is so funny and so bright, I just hate to end our talks, but they do all end with a pair of “I love you’s. I never could have wished for as much. She has become a dream come true to me. She has held my heart for nearly my entire adult life and now not only knows that fact but apparently shares the same feelings.
My friends and co-workers tell me this is like a movie or fairy tail but it is a true and honest love story. My life, whether it has been before or not, is most definitely, without a doubt, thanks to her, … a heartfelt, never-ending Love Story. I look forward to many, many more chapters in our love story. We have endured the passage of time, apart, but it is my hope and desire that she chooses to spend the rest of my days as my co-author, my partner and my love. Annie and I have shared our love for each other almost 30 years. We have moved through time apart but seemingly in the same direction and toward the same goal. I have longed for this day. I went to see her at work, her best friend knew I was coming but Suzanne didn’t.
I walked in her eyes lit up. “Can I talk to you.”
“Sure, what’s up?’
“Can I get you to come out here? I’ll just take a minute.”
She walked around the corner and out into the lobby. “Okay, what’s wrong?”
“Please, sit down.” Her eyes now wide, worried about what I had to say.
“Suzanne, you and I have been together all of our lives. I know not physically, but you have been in my head and in my heart and in my soul every minute of every day for as long as I can remember. You are my inspiration, my adventure, my effervescence and my smile.” “Annie, my love, … will you marry me?” Tears ran down her face as she through her arms around me and whispered, “Yes, always and forever.”
May God bless all of you as I have been blessed. Love is like energy, it cannot be created nor destroyed, it only changes form. When God put Suzanne and I together it was to be forever, … I think He meant it. He is, after all, always right.
… And they lived happily ever after.
Source:Love Story
It was almost Christmas and the decorations were going up. As someone put up the mistletoe the girls started talking about getting the guys underneath the mystic sprig. As I walked by, I heard a sexy voice say, "I want to kiss Tim."
I stopped. Had I heard right! Suzanne wanted to kiss ... ME! My heart stopped. I slowly turned to see her take the last step toward the mistletoe. I stuttered sheepishly, "M-M-Me?!?" She slowly nodded. I was shaking, but stepped to her. She reached up. I couldn't help myself, I put my arms around her and our lips met. I never wanted to let go. I fell for her then and there. She is the only woman I have ever known that said that she wanted to kiss me.
We "dated" a few times. I was a kid I sucked at dating, still do! She was staying with friends and I would go over to see her after I got off work, late.
Then came the night that I would screw up and regret the rest of my life. I got there late, as usual. She was sleeping on the couch in front of the fireplace. I looked down at her. Her face was glowing with the light from the fire, her hair was soft and gently tossed. She was wearing a long grey nightshirt, T-shirt type, and not much else. She looked so beautiful. I had never seen anyone so angelic in my life. I got down on my knees and gently kissed her lips. She woke and pulled me closer. We kissed for what seemed my entire life. She had me, I would stay with her forever.
Then it happened. She moved my hand under her shirt. My head was spinning, what was I doing? I cupped one of her perfect breasts. I felt warm and wonderful. Fear suddenly hit me. I didn't know what I was doing, what if I did it wrong! What if this isn't what she wanted?! I found myself pulling away!
"What's wrong?" she said.
"I, I have to go." I blurted out.
"I was hoping you'd stay tonight.", her voice obviously hurt.
"I really need to go." and I turned and left.
I was so stupid, I stopped because I didn't want to do something wrong and blow it between us but that's exactly what I did by leaving. We didn't see each other again for many years. I got married and we had two kids. My wife left me. I married again. We had three kids. So after number 5 for me I decided to get "the cable disconnected." I went and had a vasectomy. No need to go into that but a week later I went back to have it "checked", you know, get a count.
Anyway I walked into the doctors office with my "sample". I stood there waiting for someone to notice me. That's when I heard, "Hi, Tim."
I knew the voice! It was her! I was so startled and so embarrassed by the reason for my visit, that I made a fool out of myself. I said, "Hey, … Suzanne, right?" I knew perfectly well who she was. I had seen that face in my dreams at least once a week for the last 22 years. I couldn't bring myself to look at her ring finger. I wanted to jump the counter and just hold her again.
Instead, I handed her the sample and said I'd see her later and left, ... again. If life weren't cruel enough at this point, I am now going through another divorce and Suzanne is still in my mind. I have walked away from the most beautiful woman I've ever known twice. I cry, ... I cry in my heart. Oh, that she should read this and understand. I long for some mistletoe, now. I started writing to Suzanne a few months after I left her in front of the fireplace. I have written to her for 27 years and never mailed any of the 289 letters. I then put the letters into a book, I hope she would find to be … a love story. I sat on the book for a few weeks wondering if I should try to find Suzanne or just make up an ending. Jack, my eighteen year old talked me into getting the book to her. Now how do I find her? I knew where she worked five years ago. Maybe someone there knew where she was now. I printed out the book and the following letter:
Suzanne,
I have been needing to tell you I’m sorry for a long time. I am so bad at verbal encounters, (my brain goes blank), as you well know by now, that I have taken to writing things down, when they are important to me. I had a dream about you a few weeks ago and I was unable to tell you how sorry I was in the dream before fate cruelly woke me. I hurt so bad that I … well, I am sending you the result. I am taking a chance and sending this here in hopes that you still work here or at least someone knows where you are. This is the only printed copy. You may do with it as you see fit. I would understand if you didn’t even want to read it. There are twenty seven years in here and I now give them to you. The book is not finished, it lacks one letter, the one which I cannot write. If nothing else, I hope the book at least gives you some answers. In closing, I would like to let you know I am still married for a short time more, so even if you did want to talk, an occasional email is all I could do right now. I am again so sorry for that night, for twenty seven years of not knowing and for the frozen brain I get every time I see you.
Seeming to be eternally waiting,
Tim Wayne
Jack said he would take it up to the office. I had no idea if it was a good idea or not. So, on my first break the next day. I called the Dr.’s office. I dialed the phone, shaking like a leaf! Here was the plan. Ask who ever answered the phone if they knew Suzanne. Why do things never work out the way you plan? You got it, She answered the phone! I am not altogether sure I didn’t say’ “Oh, sh**!” out loud. The conversation was, to say the least, interesting. She was, I’m sure, taken aback by my call. My voice was auditable quivering. I don’t remember much of the falderal that came pouring out but I know I said, “My son is bringing you an envelope today. In it is my explanations, my apologies and my life. I know I have no right to ask you for anything but please, please read it.”
She paused and ask, (also in a shaky voice), “Are you alright?” I told her my son would explain and I had to get back to work. I called Jack and told him what I did. Still shaking I told him everything I forgot to tell her, Like, you might not want your husband to read this if you have one. I told him she probably thinks I am dying. Jack called me as he was leaving. “You were right, she thought you were dying, I explained everything. She is still very pretty and is married. She has two kids and one grand-daughter.” There is more of this later, but for now, … She has the book! If I accomplish nothing else out of this book Idea, Suzanne knows!!! I waited a week without any word. Then … an e-mail! Suzanne and I began e-mailing each other and have moved to phone calls. We even see each other once in a while. I have ask her if I may call her Annie since everyone else calls her Suzy. We are both going through a divorce. Annie and I talk all the time now, both on the phone and in person. I have ceased writing letters and opted for the notes and verbal communiqué However, Suzanne has taken up where I left off and is writing letters to me almost daily. She will never know all that she has done for me. We are talking almost everyday, now. She is so funny and so bright, I just hate to end our talks, but they do all end with a pair of “I love you’s. I never could have wished for as much. She has become a dream come true to me. She has held my heart for nearly my entire adult life and now not only knows that fact but apparently shares the same feelings.
My friends and co-workers tell me this is like a movie or fairy tail but it is a true and honest love story. My life, whether it has been before or not, is most definitely, without a doubt, thanks to her, … a heartfelt, never-ending Love Story. I look forward to many, many more chapters in our love story. We have endured the passage of time, apart, but it is my hope and desire that she chooses to spend the rest of my days as my co-author, my partner and my love. Annie and I have shared our love for each other almost 30 years. We have moved through time apart but seemingly in the same direction and toward the same goal. I have longed for this day. I went to see her at work, her best friend knew I was coming but Suzanne didn’t.
I walked in her eyes lit up. “Can I talk to you.”
“Sure, what’s up?’
“Can I get you to come out here? I’ll just take a minute.”
She walked around the corner and out into the lobby. “Okay, what’s wrong?”
“Please, sit down.” Her eyes now wide, worried about what I had to say.
“Suzanne, you and I have been together all of our lives. I know not physically, but you have been in my head and in my heart and in my soul every minute of every day for as long as I can remember. You are my inspiration, my adventure, my effervescence and my smile.” “Annie, my love, … will you marry me?” Tears ran down her face as she through her arms around me and whispered, “Yes, always and forever.”
May God bless all of you as I have been blessed. Love is like energy, it cannot be created nor destroyed, it only changes form. When God put Suzanne and I together it was to be forever, … I think He meant it. He is, after all, always right.
… And they lived happily ever after.
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
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