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Salty Coffee

Salty Coffee
                 He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after
her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him.
                She was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.
              Suddenly he asked the waiter: “would you please give me some salt? I’d
like to put it in my coffee.”
Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, why you have this hobby?                    He replied “when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee.                         Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my home town, I miss my home town so much, I miss my parents who are still
living there”.
               While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart.
A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home,
cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her far away hometown, her childhood, her family.
              That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.
They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets
all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him!
Thanks to his salty coffee!
                 Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life…
                And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter, which said: “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you— ————–   the salty coffee.

                 Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt it was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything..                                                                                   Now I’m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again”.
                 Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her:
what’s the taste of salty coffee?            It’s sweet.
She replied. Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive
not 2 c but understand
not 2 hear but 2 listen
not 2 let go but HOLD ON!!!!
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.                                          A real friend expects to always be there for you!

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A touching love story 10th Grade

A touching love story 10th Grade

 

 

10th Grade:-

                As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called ‘best friend’. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.
                After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said ‘thanks’
and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy ,and I don’t know why.

 

11th grade: –
                 
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone, So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her
soft eyes, wishing she was mine.

                      After two hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go home. She looked at me, said ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
        
Senior year:-
         One fine day she walked to my locker. “My date is sick” she said, “he’s not going to go.  Well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as ‘best friends’. So we did.
        That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Graduation:-
       A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.
        Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, “You’re my best friend, thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Marriage:-
          
Now I sit in the pews of the church. The girl is getting married now and driving off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like that, and I knew it.
        But before she drove away, she came to me and said ‘you came!’ She said ‘thanks’ and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Death:-
       
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my ‘best friend’. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years.
        This is what it read:                                                                                                                          ‘I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know than I don’t want to be just friends,
        I love him but I’m just too shy,
        and I don’t know why.
        I wish he would tell me he loved me!
        ………’I wish I did too…’


        I thought to my self, and I cried.

 

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