Sabado, Nobyembre 19, 2011

my happy ending part 4

Grace! Hey, thank God I ran into you. I heard about what happened, are you okay?”
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I ran into Jake. I mean it was nice of him to care but really, why him?
“Hey Jake.”
“I know I’m not the person you really want to see right now but please let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
“No, Jake, I-I’m fine, really.” I lied.
I wasn’t fine, especially after seeing him. He smiled and leaned in to hug me. I just went along with it.
“I know you probably hate me but I don’t care. I’m here for you Grace, always. You never left my mind since that day we broke up and I was out in the rain all alone. That was the worst day of my entire life.”
“You did that to yourself.”
I turned around and started to make my way towards the grocery store.
“I know I did but I’ve changed.”
I turned back around.
“I love you. I told you I will always love you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.”
How did our conversation turn into this? Not this, not now. I just lost my husband for heaven’s sake. Why did he have to come along? As if he was any consolation.
“Jake what are you doing?” I asked as if I didn't already know.
“I want another chance.”
At this moment I knew what any sensible person would do; laugh in his face. However, despite what he did to me or how silly he sounded right now, he deserved my attention and so I gave it to him.
“Do you think you could do that? Do you think you could find it in you to forgive me? I know what you’re thinking but as soon as you left me I went to church. I got saved and I never wanted to leave. I don’t know why I didn't do it sooner; so much weight has been lifted from my shoulders.”
I smiled.
“That’s great and I'm happy for you. Nevertheless, I just lost someone very special to me and I'm not ready to get back out there yet. Not any time soon.”
Once again, I started walking towards the store.
“Please! Please Grace, please!” He yelled.
When I turned around I could have sworn I saw tears welling up in his eye but he didn’t let it fall.
“Just one more chance, I swear if I screw up this time I'll be out of your life forever. Please.”
“I can’t bear to be hurt again.”
“I won’t hurt you! I promise I'll never leave you or lie to you ever again if you just give it a try.”
The tear fell. He quickly wiped it away. It didn't matter because I had plenty of tears to match him; he had me crying by now.
“Come on, the man is begging. Just give him a chance or you might miss out on something great.” A passing-by customer said to me.
“Okay.” I told him and his face lit up.
He picked me up and swung me around holding me so close that I could barely breathe.
“I love you!”
He set me down and kissed me and it was then that I realized I never really stopped loving my first love.
- Ten Years Later -
“Jamie, Sarah, its time for dinner! Come sit down.”
I love dinner time. It’s so old fashioned but who doesn’t love the chance to talk to your family. I love my family, I love Jake and I love my baby girls. The girls are now three and a half years old and are extremely smart. They get that from Jake. He has always been a smart guy.
“Ok, who wants broccoli!” He said.
They all said, “Eww…”
They hated it but which kid doesn't.
That night Jake and I lay in bed talking. We talked about everything from our past. You would think after all the time we had been together we would have talked about everything already. However, it would take longer than a lifetime to explain all the feelings and emotions we had ever felt. Then we got onto a painful subject I was praying with all my might that we would stay away from; death. I hated the subject but I loved the fact that if it was ever on my mind I could talk to Jake about it. However, we never talked about Alex. Jake knew better than to bring him up. I missed Alex a lot. I still can't believe he's gone but I'm happy with Jake and I think Alex would be happy for me too. I thought my life was over when Alex died but that’s what I thought when I first left Jake too. It seems that every time something good in my life falls apart, it’s because something better can fall together. God really does work in mysterious ways.
By brittany-I've post it already . Brittny :)

my Happy ending part 3

“Yeah, I don’t think a date is a good idea, Alex. Don’t get me wrong! You seem like a really nice guy but I just got out of a long relationship and I just don’t know.”
“Oh, when?”
“Oh, um… Around two years ago.”
He raised his eyebrow.
“I know that’s a long time but…”
“Don’t stress, I get it. He must have been pretty special. I know how that is but if you spend your life wallowing about the past, you’ll miss out on some great things in your future.
“Like Philippians 3:13 says ‘…forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before.’”
He began to make his way to the cashier.
“Wait!” I yelled to him.
“That verse?”
“What about it?”
“It’s from the bible.”
“Nothing gets by you.”
Wow, so he’s a Christian. As soon as I heard that, I got a feeling inside me just like the feeling I got when I was on my first date with Jake, except this time it was stronger.
“That’s really cool. Now about that date…”
This could be good and the best part was, I wasn’t even thinking about the loser who broke my heart.
- Five Years Later -
“Please don’t do this to me, Alex. Please don’t go.”
The tears stung my eyes but I couldn’t even feel them. There was a darker, scarier feeling inside me that conquered every pain I had ever been through. As Alex was lying on the bed dying from the horrid disease, I couldn’t help thinking that God should take me too if he’s going to take Alex. I didn’t want to be in this world without him. We’ve been through so much together. We got married two years ago and we dated for three years before that. How could this happen? He is the greatest man I have ever met and he is so good to me and faithful to the Lord. The tears continued to roll down my eyes.
“I love you, Grace. You know how much I love you, right?”
I nodded my head. I moved my lips but the words just wouldn’t come out.
I never left that emergency room. The nurses brought my food with Alex’s even though he was unconscious most the time. I never took my eyes off him except when I slept. People came and went. They include family members, friends, friends of friends and friends of family. It seemed to hit them all pretty hard as they didn’t usually deal with this kind of pain. However, it’s different for me as I had lost many loved ones in my lifetime though it was not all necessarily to death. Sometimes I don’t understand why it happens but I know God has a purpose. He always has and he always will. Nevertheless, this is something you can never get used to and the pain never lessens. It’s always hard to let go especially when you don’t expect it. It’s been three months since we got the news about Alex. He will go anytime soon to a better place but I can’t bear to watch him go. I cried more than I have ever cried in my life. I knew it is all going to end in a matter of days, hours or maybe seconds. I held on to Alex with all I had left, refusing to let him go. I couldn’t let go even if he did. I planned on staying that way for as long as I could. I would have held on to him forever if I could.
Alex died the next day. There were more tears, more pain and more sleepless nights. I tried to tell myself not to worry and to be happy for him but it was never convincing. I used to think it was only hard when I was young and it would be easier when I grew older but here I am still stuck in the same painful endless cycle at aged twenty-five. I grieved for months and people thought I was in such a deep depression that I would never be the old me again. They were right. I was never the same after that but the weird thing was instead of losing hope like most people do, I gained more faith than ever before. I don’t know why but I realized that God is the only way out of this suffering. I thought about the verse Alex had said when we first met five years ago in the grocery store. I looked it up and read the whole thing.

“Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead.”
That verse was very special to me and it was actually the main reason why Alex and I started dating. I missed him so much. Tears streamed down my face. I didn't think I would have any left but I did. I was running out of food even though I barely ate anymore so I went to the grocery store. I decided I would go to a different grocery store from the one where it all began. I would go to the one close to home, the one where it all ended.

My happy Ending Part 2

“Grace! What in the world are you doing? It’s freezing cold and…”
Jake paused when he saw that I was crying.
“What’s wrong?”
“You can cut the act, I know now.”
I could tell he was about to ask another question again but I interrupted.
“You didn’t have to lie to me Jake. If you didn't like me, all you had to do was say so, but no! You had to put on this big act!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I love you. I’ve told you that. You know that. You know I love you, Grace.”
How could he lie straight in my face!?
“Yeah you also mentioned something about being a Christian but I guess we can’t all tell the truth.”
“What do you mean by that?”
He knew exactly what I meant. I wasn’t the kind of person to be mean or rude about this even if he did lie to me. I just wanted him to leave.
“You know, you’re a good guy Jake, and I’m sure there is a pretty girl out there just waiting for you. Why don’t you go find her?”
That was the nicest way I could put it.
“I don’t have to because you’re right here.”
“Please go now.”
I was crying again.
“Don’t do this to me.” He begged.
He was crying too.
“I’m only doing this to protect what I believe in. Jake, I love you and I always will. Please don’t forget what we talked about, don’t lose what faith you gained while we were together. You betrayed me and I can’t deal with that. Please leave.”
I pleaded once again. I didn’t care what Jake did for the rest of his life. I just didn't want our breakup to affect the trust in God he had gained while we were together.
He was speechless and tears streamed down our faces. I had never seen him cry previously. He usually wasn’t an emotional guy. I stood up and walked away. I couldn’t stand to see him like that. He didn’t come after me. I guess it was a good thing but it hurt too much to look back so I stared straight ahead and walked into a whole new beginning; a world of loneliness.
- Two Years Later -
I saw him today, I didn't really know what to say but I knew the mature thing to do.
“Hey.” I said to him, smiling.
“Hi.” He replied blandly.
“How are you? It’s been so long.”
I realized how dumb that sounded after I said it. Of course it’s been so long. We wanted it to be this way.
“I’m uh…”
Someone called his name. I guess that was a relief for him.
“I got to go.”
“Okay, bye.”
That was it and then he was gone.

I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe that we could just walk right past each other and not even acknowledge each other, or that we couldn't even look each other in the eye because we are scared that the memories of heartaches and lonesomeness will come flooding back. It’s unbelievable. I don’t know about him but for me, those memories never left. It has been two years and I’m still hurting. I’ve been on one date in the past two years and even then, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Sometimes I think it’s the stupidest thing I ever did; breaking up with him. Back then everything inside me was telling me he had to go but right now it’s as if I couldn’t tell how much longer I could go on without him. This went on for months.
“Excuse me Miss, I know that you don’t work here but do you happen to know where I can find some band-aids?” A man said with a smile.
I hardly knew where anything is in the grocery store but I knew where the band-aids are due to my clumsiness. The guy was extremely handsome and polite. He reminded me so much of him...
“Yeah, sure. Right down that aisle.” I said as I pointed out the band-aid aisle.
He gave me another one of those familiar smiles and went on his way. I smiled back. As soon as he grabbed the band-aids, he came back up to me.
“I just wanted to say thank you. So um… Would you like to go out sometime you know, like on a date? Dinner and a movie?”
“A date? I don’t know uh…”

My happy Ending Part 1

Today is my first day at school in Burbank, Illinois. I miss my friends back in Carolina, but the people at this school seem nice. Then again, a lot of people seem nice before you meet them. I met this boy today and his name is Jake. He’s really cute and kind. He walked me to all my classes, even the ones on the opposite end of the school from where he was supposed to be.
After that day, he missed a week of school.
When he got back, he walked me to my classes again. I told him how much I really appreciated it. He was the only one who even tried to befriend me. After a week of walking me to my classes, Jake finally asked me out. I am a Christian and only hang around fellow Christians who are people that will be saved by God. Hence, I asked him if he’s Christian and luckily, he said yes.
“How long have you been a Christian?”
“A few years…” He replied slowly.
That was when he changed the subject.

The date was amazing and everything went right.
He continued to walk me to my classes everyday for months. We went out together more than twice every week. We held hands but there was nothing more. He knew that, for me, even kissing a guy is a big step and I need to be really serious with a guy before we can take that step.
We were together for two years when he came up to me with his hands behind his back.
“Hey! Guess what I made it to the tennis team.” I told him.
“That’s great!” He gave me a huge hug.
“Let’s go celebrate!” He pulled out two tickets from behind him.
“For real? Oh my goodness! The basement! Are you serious?!”
The basement was a big Christian group that tours and performs at different places. They preach, dance and do all kind of cool stuff. Jake knew how much I love them and how much I had wanted to go to their concert together ever since we first met.

After the concert, Jake grabbed my hand and led me somewhere I’d never been before.
“What are we doing here?” I asked.
He had a weird look on his face and I got worried.
“I love you, Grace.”
“I-I… love you too, but why…”
“You mean it?”
There was a long pause while I tried to figure out what was he trying to ask. What was going on with him?
“Of course I mean it.” I replied.
“Then kiss me.”
I was hoping he would say that but I was still really confused. I kissed him anyway. It was my first kiss.
“I love you, Grace.” He said again
“You said that already.”
“I know, because I really… I love you, Grace.” He whispered slowly as if he didn’t know what else to say.
“Is there anything you want to tell me?”
I wanted to have some clue on what was happening. My head was still spinning from the kiss. He shook his head. I didn’t understand it at all. All I knew was that at that moment right there, I realized how much Jake truly loved me… Or so I thought.

Three weeks later, Jake and I were closer than ever and probably the most in love teenagers you would ever meet. I went to meet him during his last class. He was chatting with some friends so I decided to stand outside the door and wait for him.
“Tell us the truth dude.” I heard his friend say.
“Okay, I lied to Grace. Obviously, I’m not a Christian but…”
I couldn’t wait for him to finish his words when I heard what he said. I ran as hard as I could down the hallway and out the doors. I needed to get away. My heart cracked and I didn’t even remember where I left the pieces. How could he do this to me? He said he loves me and I believed him. He said he wanted to be with me forever and I believed that too.

I didn’t know where I was or how long I was there but I knew that I never want to go back to the classroom. I didn’t think I could stand it. How does someone deal with that? I began to question my faith. Why, God? Why? I knew God wasn’t to blame but that was the only way I could vent my frustrations. There was no one left anymore. I felt left alone out in the cold. Jake didn’t leave me here but he made it such a way that I could go anywhere but back home. It’s said that the will of God will never take you where the grace of God won’t protect you. Why would God bring him to me if he knew this would happen? I started to think about what I had heard again. I broke down into tears once more.

Sin .

AM I Sinner ?

A Sad Love Story that Began with a Lie

This is a sad love story about a young man and woman who once met at a party. The girl was quite beautiful, as every man wanted her. The man was an average guy that no one really paid much attention too. After the party was over he got up the courage to invite her for a cup of coffee. She accepted his invitation and together they went and sat down in a small coffee shop. He was very nervous and did not say much, which made her feel a little uncomfortable when the young man finally spoke and ask the waiter to bring him some salt. He then took the salt and poured some into his coffee.
Many people began to stare at what the young man had done. His face began to turn red, but he continued to pour the salt into his cup of coffee. The young woman then asked him why did you put salt in your coffee. He then went on to tell her that when he was a young boy he lived near the ocean and how he loved playing in the salty water. So each time he has coffee he puts salt in it and it reminds him of his childhood days of living near the ocean and how much he missed his home town and his late parents too.
After listening to his story her eyes began to fill with tears. She was so touched by his story that seemed to come deep from inside his heart. She though a man who can tell about his feelings of being home sick and his inner feelings about his late parents has the kind of compassion that she just admired very much.
As time went on they began to date and she discovered just how kind-hearted, warm, caring, and what a loving person he was. She loved his sweet love words and love phrases that he always said to her. She thought how she almost missed out on getting together with him if it was not for the salty coffee. This story then became like so many other stories. They would go on to marry and would live happily for many years to come. Every time she made him a cup of coffee she would put salt into it as she knew he would always want it that way.
Thirty years went on by and he passed away and he left her a letter that she would read. It said, My dearest wife, I hope you will forgive me as I once told you a lie. It was the only lie I ever told you. Do you recall the very first time we had met. I was quite nervous with you sitting with me at the coffee shop. I wanted some sugar but instead I said salt. It was a mistake and also it was hard for me to admit it, so I just went along with it and let you think I really wanted salt instead of sugar, I was too embarrassed to tell you that part. And now that I am dying I need to tell you about this sad romantic story. I really did not like salt in my coffee, but I had salt in my coffee ever since we had met and I always knew I would never have any regrets or feel sorry for what I had done. Having you as my wife gave me the greatest happiness I had ever experienced in my whole life.
If I was able to live even a little longer I would still use salt in my coffee a second time and I would continue to love you as my wife even if I had to live a life again with the lie of drinking coffee with salt added to it. Tears filled up in her eyes as she thought some day somewhere someone may ask her just what does coffee taste like with salt added into it. She knew just what she would say. She would simply reply, it is so sweet.
And that is the end of this heartrending love story.  I don’t know who wrote this story. Please let me know the name of the author, if you know. As of now this story will be by an unknown author. I cannot believe the man took salt is his coffee for so many years! I can’t believe he never fessed up about the lie. I guess that is love, but I think the salty coffee part is the saddest part of all. I think it is suppose to mean that love is when someone will do anything for you. What do you think? What are some of your favorite stories? Feel free to leave a comment or email me one of your own and I will post it! Do you have a sad love story to share?


Have you ever been In-Love ?

I am searching for love right now. I believe in true love still. I know some people don’t. Some people settle for second best. Not me. I am not going to settle and you shouldn’t either. In order to find my true love, I have to endure the stormy dating waters. I have had my share of bad dates and sad love stories, believe me. And I know we all have experienced some crazy ones. We have to keep fighting though. Fighting through all the bad to find the good. I know “the one” is out there somewhere and I will not rest until I find him.
Do you want to hear my sad love story that is going on right now in my love life? Well, it is really several stories all combined into one.
Let’s see where should I start? Should I start with my very first boyfriend that I had in first grade? (I went up to him) See I have been boy crazy for a long time. No, that is going too far back. I am not really that boy crazy though, I don’t have to have a boyfriend. I have gone around 2 years without even dating at all, I just focused on myself, my work, and family. However, I do want a boyfriend. With my work, I am never around anyone of the opposite sex, so there goes that avenue. I always try to keep my eyes open when I go out shopping. I find that I am usually the one that has to initiate the contact though, I don’t know why. I think some guys are a lot more shy nowadays, than in the past. Perhaps, it is all of that sexual harassment issues still haunting them, even when they are not at work. Or even all the feminism that is going around, where men hardly go up to women anymore. I don’t know, perhaps it is just me, I have been told I am very attractive though. What do you think? Do men just go up to women and try to sweep them off their feet like they did in the old days?
Anyway, back to the present. Back to my heartrending love story. So in order to find true love, I thought I would try an adventure with the online dating sites. I am on practically every dating site right now. I have tried the free ones, and the ones you pay for. Now, I have tried online dating in the past. I was definitely one of the first to try it out of my friends. Over the years that my profile has existed on dating sites, I have had some good dates, but most of them didn’t last past the first couple dates. But when I was in college, I ended up meeting men though friends of friends anyway, at one of their parties. Now that I am out of college I am finding it harder to meet guys. So I have recently been going on a ton of dates, from dating sites. It is a numbers game after all, just like anything else, isn’t it? I figure if I can go on X many dates, then I am bound to find true love. Well, I am not filling that X with a number. I must admit, that I thought I would have found him after this many dates by now, but I haven’t, so I am not putting a number on it. It takes how many dates to find true love? It doesn’t matter, as long as I keep trying, don’t settle, and find him one day!
Now, I am sure some of you may think that I am too picky and that is why I haven’t found a boyfriend yet. Well, I do admit I have my standards and so should you. It goes along with not settling. However, I have also just had some really bad luck, but I will not give up. All it takes is some determination and a little luck, again as with anything else. Well, this post is getting longer than I thought. Now, it is time for the juicy stuff too. This sad romantic story is finally going to get good. Except now, I am having second thoughts about how far I should go into the story. How many details do you want? Well, I will give you a few. Let’s just say that I have had men steal my cash and credit card right out of my wallet! Plus, I had one guy steal my camera, but he wasn’t from internet dating, he was from speed dating! Yes, I did speed dating, and it was really fun, it is not the company’s fault that I met a bad apple and it is not my fault either. I would totally go speed dating again and you should try it too. There are just a lot of bad guys out there. I know the economy is going through bad times, right now, but come on, stealing from your date? They didn’t steal very much from me, it is just the fact that they are thieves!
Of course, I have had the regular bad dating stories as well. Where, the guy says he will call and then never calls. It’s weird isn’t it? You can have the best date ever with a guy. You like everything about him and he seems to like you. He gives you lots of compliments and he talks about other things he wants to do with you in the future. He tells you, that he will call, but then never does! What the hell is that? Why say you are going to call and then never call?
Then of course there is the one night stand man. What is with some guys? A lot of them don’t even want to buy you a cup of coffee anymore. They just want you to come straight to their house to watch a movie! Yeah right! The first rule of internet dating is: always meet at a public place! The other night, the guy was offended that I didn’t want to just drive straight over to his place. His place too, not even my place, he didn’t even want to drive? Can we say lazy! He was like, “What you don’t want to come over, but I just cleaned up my place, I can’t believe you are serious.” Yeah, I am serious. Do not meet someone for the first time at their house. You never know if a guy will rape and kill you. Yes, they may sound like a great guy on the phone, but you never know! And please guys, get off your butts and meet the lady for some coffee or a drink. How hard is that? Yeah, I know you just want to cuddle of have sex on the first date, but at least buy her some coffee first! You may be able to tell, but I didn’t meet the guy the other night. I told him no, only public places. He said he understood, but then he never suggested a place. Oh well, his lost. And the weird thing is, he marked that he was looking for a long-term relationship. He even asked me on the phone if I was looking for the same thing as well, and I said yeah, and he said good. So I don’t know, but I think having sex on the first date, especially before even coffee, is a bit too fast. I like to go a little slower in my relationships. I have had several men ask me to just come over to their house or if they could just come over to my place as well. He is not the only one, it seems to be a trend. I think these ones may have been lying about the long-term thing and they just want to get laid. Weird that they don’t want to get laid for the long-term….hehe, but whatever…
Anyway, this post is now really a rant, not a sad romantic story. Sorry about that. I would love to hear your comments and rants as well. I will post a real heartbreaking love story in the future. I just have to find a man first. I need to find a boyfriend first, I need to be in a serious long-term relationship first right. That way I can give you a truly sad story. Wait, scratch that. Once I find my man, I will not have anymore heartbreaking love stories, because I will truly be in love. I will not give up the internet dating either. I hope all of you know this really was NOT a post to bash internet dating. I love internet dating! I believe there are jerks and fantastic guys everywhere you go. I will not give up and I will find “the one” for me. One day I will find the one who will be waiting for me at the end of the aisle. I will be enjoying a new journey full of love one day with my special someone, and then I will just enjoy reading other people’s stories and watching the sad love movies on the big screen. Good luck to you all in your search for love!


Have you ever heard the saying that says, “Friendship turns into relationship?” Well that saying is so true. That happened to me. My life change completely when I met my best friend. He is someone I love with all my heart and soul. Without him I would be lost. He is my other half. We have so many things in common. We met at James Madison High School almost 3 years ago. That is the place where our love began. We were like peas in a pot. We did everything together like shopping, movies, going out to eat, running at the park, walking the dog, and so much more. We were inseparable. Until one day, I realized that my heart felt something more than just friendship towards him, but I just kept that to myself. It was weird seeing him hug and flirt with other girls in front of me because I would get so, jealous, and mad but I did not want for what I felt to affect us so I just kept that to myself. The funny thing is that he always had a crush on me but he never said anything because he thought that would ruin our friendship. Months turn into years, and our friendship grew stronger and more valuable than ever. Little by little, I had fallen in love with my best friend and only God and I knew that. Is crazy how much time we spent together and I already knew him like the back of my palm. Everybody saw the chemistry we had but I guess you can say it was not the right time for us to happen yet. Senior year came and our feelings toward each other grew secretly without either one of us knowing that with time we had fallen in love with each other. I always said, “I rather have him as a best friend then not have him at all.” To be honest I always thought that I was not his type. However, God did not see it that way. The day I will never ever forget for the rest of my life is the day that we both confess to each other while eating boneless wings at Buffalo Wild Wings (BW3). I felt relieve, I felt free. After that, we both just wanted to spend more time with each other. Every minute we had free, we would be together. Finally, he asked me out. Our story does not end here. We have so much and more memories to make. Next week it will be a 1 month and I feel like I have been with him forever. He is everything to me and I am so glad that God put him in my life; I thank him every day for that. I have a poem that reminds me of him and me and it goes, “Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control.” Every time I look into his eyes I see the very first time we saw each other. I remember glancing into each other’s eyes for like 3 minutes and I felt like the whole world completely stopped, and it was just him and I together. Daniel is my first true love. Now I know that what they say is true. Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it, but mines and Daniel’s love is unique, I call it “CRAZY, STUPID, LOVE!” When people ask me who is your first love I say, “I fell in love with my best friend” and no matter what happens he will always be my best friend.

P.S I once in Hot Topic saw a bumper sticker that said “I married my best friend” and when I read it you should know who came to my mind.