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| Defending Love |
| 06.26.04 (8:24 am) [edit] |
[i][b]Westley: Can you move at all?
Buttercup: [joyous] Move? You're alive! If you want I could fly.
Westley: [holding Buttercup] I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?
Buttercup: [sincerely] Well, you were dead.
Westley: But death cannot stop true love...All it can do is delay it for a while.
Buttercup: I will never doubt again.
Westley: There will never be a need.
[Buttercup and Westley kiss][/b][/i]
Is there such a thing as true love? Yes. Is it perfect fairy tale love? Absolutely not. Is there a happily ever after? I'll have to let you know. For now I am enjoying the ride.
I came across the following story about 15 years ago. Then saw the people in the story on t.v about 10 years ago.
[i]A little boy not more than 10 years old was captured by the nazis along with his family and put in a concentration camp. Once a day, the children were allowed to go outside for a half hour. While the other children stayed close together, this boy would walk to the fence to get as far away as he physically could. One day he met a girl a couple years younger than him. She gave him an apple. Every day this boy would walk to the fence, and every day the girl would be there waiting to give him an apple. This went on for two years. One night, the boy overheard the guards saying that they were moving all of the survivors to another camp. He knew then and there that he would most likely die soon. The next day he went to the fence, the girl was there with his apple. He told her never to come back. They said good bye. Now fast forward 30 years. The man lives in New York, owns his own auto body shop, but is alone. He has come to the conclusion that he is not meant to be loved by a woman. However, his friends think differently and keep setting him up with dates. They say he is getting older, he needs a woman in his life to take care of him, love him. He disagrees, but goes on the blind dates to keep his friends off his back. On one such occasion, he meets a woman about his age at a restaurant. She is everything he is not. She is warm, caring, happy. But there is something about her. He feels almost whole as he talks to her. They take a cab home on the way, the woman notices the numbers tattoed on his arm and asks what they are. For the first time in his life he tells the truth about the tattoo. Not that they are his lucky numbers, or the birth dates of his parents, but that they are the numbers that were tattooed on him his first day in a concentration camp in Germany. For some reason he feels the need to tell her about his life in the camps. He spares no details. He even tell her about the girl with the apples. How she gave him a reason to survive, she believed in his survival even when he did not. When he finishes his story, the woman is crying. He tells her not to be sad, that it is a part of his life that he is finally ready to accept. She shakes her head and says, that is not the reason I am crying. I am crying because there is not a day that has gone by that I did not wonder what happened to you. Confused, the man looks into her eyes. Impossible he says. You can't be her. That was a lifetime ago, in another time, another country. How can you be here, with me, now? She smiles and tells him, it is destiny. She says, before we are born, our souls are in heaven waiting for a body. Before God puts them in the right body, he splits the souls in half. One half in one body, one half in the other. Those two souls then wander the earth in search of eachother. If they are lucky, they meet and savor the time they have together. If they are even luckier, they meet again. And if they are truly blessed, they never become separated again. [/i]
I have been more than blessed. When we met, my love did not believe in fate, or destiny. After 18 years (we started young) he's coming around. How else do you explain us? We are nothing alike, exact opposites in fact. Right down to our signs. I was born under the moon, he under the sun. I am water, he is fire. I am silver, he is gold. I am yin, he is yang. But that is what makes us work. We are each one half of a whole.
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posted by: zHenzZ (reply)
post date: 06.27.04 (3:14 am)
lovely story. that's amazing how 2 people of totally 2 diff character, actually pairs up to fit so nic ely. maybe that is how one can compliment the other. =)
posted by: zHenzZ (reply)
post date: 06.27.04 (3:14 am)
lovely story. that's amazing how 2 people of totally 2 diff character, actually pairs up to fit so nic ely. maybe that is how one can compliment the other. =)
posted by: Cyberpal (reply)
post date: 06.27.04 (5:47 am)
Story was warm and fuzzy, but dont buy it one bit! I'm too much of a cynic to believe in this kinda stuff.... love is over-rated, over-hyped and definitely over-indulged... but hey that's just my opinion! :)
posted by: jennluna (reply)
post date: 06.27.04 (8:38 am)
Reply to: Cyberpal
somehow i knew you would comment like that:) in case you couldn't tell i was in a warm and fuzzy mood yesterday. :)
posted by: Cyberpal (reply)
post date: 06.28.04 (10:47 am)
Reply to: jennluna
My bad then.... just snap out of it pronto! :-P
posted by: jennluna (reply)
post date: 06.29.04 (7:50 am)
Reply to: Cyberpal
Oh I've snapped:)
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