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-=SuCKy niTEz=-

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fRENz =
A friend is someone who knows
the song in your heart
and can sing it back to you
when you have forgotten
the words.....

-=LovInG An ImPERFecT peRSon=-
>
>They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often
posts
>his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into
>photography and he handles their wedding photos. He loves her very
much.
>Likewise with her.
>
>She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and
always
>gives in to her. Today, she's being willful again.
>
>Her: "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's wedding? She
>promised she'd pay."
>Him: "I don't have time that day."
>Her: "Humph!"
>Him: "Huh?"
>Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have
all
>the time you need."
>Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize my work some day."
>Her: "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for her!"
>Him: "No."
>Her: "Just this once?"
>Him: "No."
>
>Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning: "Give me a Yes
within
>three days, or else..."
>
>First day, she "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom, computer,
refrigerator,
>television, hi-fi... Except the double bed, to show her "benevolence".
Of
>course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind, as he still has
some
>cash in his pockets.
>
>Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his
pockets
>and warned, "Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences."
He's
>nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that
she'll
>end this state. She doesn't give a damn. No way am I giving in,
whatever he
>says. Until he agrees.
>
>Third day, night. On the bed. He's lying on the bed, looking to one
side.
>She's lying on the bed, looking to the other side.
>
>Him: "We need to talk."
>Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."
>Him: "It's something very important."
>She remains silent.
>Him:"Let's get a divorce."
>She did not believe her ears.
>Him: "I got to know a girl."
>
>She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down,
wanting
>to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out
from
>his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that's the only place
she
>didn't go through yesterday. How careless.
>
>Him: "She's a nice girl."
>Her tears fell.
>Him: "She has a good personality too."
>She's heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to
his
>heart.
>Him: "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue for
literature
>after we got married."
>She's very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.
>Him: "She loves me truly."
>She wishes to sit up and scream at him "Don't I?"
>Him: "So, I think she won't force me to do something that I don't want
to
>do."
>She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.
>Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"
>Her: "...!"
>
>He brings the photo before her eyes. She's in a total rage, hits his
hand
>away and leaves a burning slap on his face. He sighs. She cries. He
puts
>the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the
blanket.
>
>He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits
up.
>He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she
treated
>him.
>
>She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake
him
>up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn't want to
push
>him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl
looks.
>
>She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.
It's a
>nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and
kissed him
>on his cheek. He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.
>
>
>"You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning
to see
>an imperfect person perfectly."
>
>
>
>
> ,,//,, There are two kinds of love.
> <:) . . (:> Our love. God's love.
> .(" o "). But God makes both kinds of them.
>-(,,,)---(,,,)-

tAT's A gD emAIl frOm My fRENz.. it's tRue To Love An impeRfecT peRsOn ya.. HOpe u ALl wiLl rEAd it..

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