True Love: Share your amazement.

[sophis^catrina]

Charle's second marriage to Camilla further proves the meaning of true love. How can true love go beyond looks, duty, people, the public, one hell of an amazing woman that the world loved and adored, and will be fixed on a woman that is no match to his former wife in the eyes of everyone else.

This is a public story that shows us how powerful true love is.

This is a thread to just share stories abt true love, that shook you when you heard them.

[Kazablanka]

This is a story I got by email, its my favorite story ever! its so ::faint::

I posted it in the members living room once.. I think. anyway, wont hurt to post it again :p


A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said...no.

She asked him if he would want to be with her forever....and he said no.

She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he
replied with a no.

She had heard enough.

As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and
said....

You're not pretty you're beautiful.

I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to be with you forever.

And I wouldnt cry if you walked away...I'd die...

::sigh::

[Enigma]

There was one I read in Marie Claire recently; a Palestinian girl (Christian) was working in the camps for children in Palestine, she met an Israeli guy (also Christian, also working there) and they went through a lot to be together. The media even made a fuss over it because they came from opposing sides in war. Their families too were dead against it and then they had to be apart for a couple years after they were engaged.. it went on until they at last got to get married.

[cat eyes]

Its quite long but worth reading! =)

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.

The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."

At 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat.. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.

And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.

I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."

[Pygmalion]

Ok I think I mentioned this before long long time ago…

One day long time ago I was in the interior and I saw an old man washing dishes and some other kitchenware at the falaj, I was told that he got married to a woman who turned out to be barren, his parents insisted on him to marry another and have children but he refused. At that age when I saw him, he was over 70, his wife was paralyzed due to old age and so he was serving her at that age!
Who said there are no angels on Earth?


I am also fascinated by King Edward VIII’s (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_VIII)abdication of the British throne to marry a divorcee which was a forbidden practice by the church.

[Superbia]

Kazablanks, lol for some reason yor story made me laugh :XD:

Pygmalion, that story or observation is very touchy ... Awww!

[amo_l_oman]

What true love
Charles and Camilla is a story of beds and horns

[-Alysa-]

The Notebook :p

[J'adore]

^ I'm with you.. I kidd u not.. I have this Fantasy im gonna live the notebook love life! - the heartache in the middle LOOOOOOOL... :p

[marianna]

I wrote a book about romance...hard to do...but hopefully I was able to capture some of the essence of romance and true love.....

[Rossonero]

True Love? How about 21+ years playing for the same team?

Paolo Maldini :super: :star: :heart:

[Jawhar^Jewels]

the sense of what true love is about a never ending story one which will never die ...

[Jeff]

From the Bible, Genesis 29. Jacob (called Israel), who is poor, meets the very beautiful Rachel, the daughter of Laban:


18 And Jacob loved Rachel; and said, I will serve you seven years for Rachel your younger daughter.
19 And Laban said, It is better that I give her to you, than that I should give her to another man: stay with me.
20 And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, because of the great love he bore her.

[Feja]

True love should have a happy ending.. @_@"

[lak47]

@ rossonero,

cant agree more about maldini man....legend, lover of the black and red.

[Charm]

Heidi Klum and Seal, their love story is touching :love: