Find someone who will kiss you just before the traffic light turns green. Who will close his eyes when he hugs you, who will patiently wait for you after class or after work. Who will smell your hair every chance he gets, who will wipe your sweat with his hanky. Who will sing your favorite song even if he can’t carry a tune. Who will let you rest over his shoulder. Who’ll let you sleep on his lap and will give you the first and last bite of his burger. Who’ll squeeze your hand tighter when you squeezed his… Find someone who occupies your dream every night. And when you find him never let him go.

Friends. A simple word isn’t it? It’s uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren’t that, they’re the people that touch your heart. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They’re the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don’t judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. You’re tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but sweetest thing in the world. I find my time with my friends, the best times of my life. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life.

I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we’re great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I’m sure that’s what you’ll call it. And it’s not because you’re unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You’re the epitome of every attribute and quality I’ve ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you’d ever consider. But I had to say it. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can’t look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can’t talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. I know this will probably queer our friendship -no pun intended- but I had to say it, because I’ve never felt this before, and I like who I am because of it. And if bringing it to light means we can’t hang out anymore, then that hurts me.But I couldn’t allow another day to go by without getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And I’ll accept that. But I know some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, that means you feel something too. All I ask is that you not dismiss that -at least for ten seconds- and try to dwell in it. There isn’t another soul on this planet who’s ever made me half the person I am when I’m with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it’s there between you and me. You can’t deny that. And even if we never speak again after tonight, please know that I’m forever changed because of who you are and what you’ve meant to me.

Quoted from the movie “Chasing Amy”

French philosopher Andre Gorz wrote his terminally ill wife a moving letter before their joint suicide last month. This love letter that he wrote to her has turned into a surprise bestseller. The following is an excerpt from the letter:

“You will soon be 82. You have shrunk six centimetres and you weigh just 45 kilos and you are still beautiful, gracious and desirable.

Your endometrial cancer hadn’t been picked up in your annual checkup. Once the diagnosis was made and the date of the operation set, we went to spend a week in the house you’d designed. I carved your name in the stone with a chisel. That house was magic. All the spaces had a trapezoidal shape. The bedroom windows looked out over the treetops.

The first night, we didn’t sleep. We were both listening to each other breathing. Then a nightingale started singing and a second one, further away, started answering. We said very little to each other. I spent the day digging and looked up from time to time at the bedroom window. You were standing there, motionless, staring into the distance. I am sure you were practising taming death in order to fight it without fear. You were so beautiful and so determined in your silence that I couldn’t imagine you giving up living.

During the months you were convalescing, I decided to take my retirement at 60. I started counting the weeks till I could pack up. I took pleasure in cooking, in tracking down organic produce that would help you get your strength back, in ordering the specially tailored medications that a homeopath had recommended you take.

I was amazed that my leaving the journal, after 20 years of collaboration, was neither painful to myself nor to others. I remember having written that, at the end of the day, only one thing was essential to me: to be with you. I can’t imagine continuing to write, if you no longer are. You are the essential without which all the rest, no matter how important it seems to me when you are there, loses its meaning and its importance.

I am as mindful of your presence now as in the early days and would like to make you feel that. You’ve given me all of your life and all of you; I’d like to be able to give you all of me in the time we have left.

You’ve just turned 82. You are still beautiful, graceful and desirable. We’ve lived together now for 58 years and I love you more than ever. Lately I’ve fallen in love with you all over again and I once more carry inside me a gnawing emptiness that can only be filled by your body snuggled up against mine.

At night I sometimes see the figure of a man, on an empty road in a deserted landscape, walking behind a hearse. I am that man. It’s you the hearse is carrying away. I don’t want to be there for your cremation; I don’t want to be given an urn with your ashes in it.

Each of us would like not to survive the other’s death. We’ve often said to ourselves that if, by some miracle, we were to have a second life, we’d like to spend it together.”

A good woman is proud. She respects herself and others. She is aware of who she is. She neither seeks definition from the person she is with, nor does she expect them to read her mind. She is quite capable of articulating her needs.

A good woman is hopeful. She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true. She knows love, therefore she gives love. She recognizes that her love has great value and must be reciprocated. If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears.

A good woman has a dash of inspiration and a dabble of endurance. She knows that she will at times have to inspire others to reach the potential God gave them.

A good woman knows her past, lets go of her fears, understands her present and forces toward the future.

A good woman knows God. She knows that with God the world is her playground, but without God she will just be played with.

A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past.

Instead, she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons meant to bring her closer to self-knowledge and unconditional self-love…

I’m thankful for the taxes I pay
because it means that I’m employed.

I’m thankful for the mess to clean after a party
because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

I’m thankful for the clothes that fit a little too snug
because it means I have enough to eat.

I’m thankful for my shadow who watches me work
because it means I am out in the sunshine.

I’m thankful for a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and gutters that need fixing
because it means I have a home.

I’m thankful for all the complaining I hear about our government
because it means we have freedom of speech.

I’m thankful for the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot
because it means I am capable of walking.

I’m thankful for my huge heating bill
because it means I am warm.

I’m thankful for the lady behind me in church who sings off key
because it means that I can hear.

I’m thankful for the piles of laundry and ironing
because it means I have clothes to wear.

I’m thankful for weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day
because it means I have been productive.

I’m thankful for the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours
because it means that I’m alive.

I’m thankful for getting too much email
because it lets me know I have friends who are thinking of me.

To “let go” does not mean to stop caring. It means I can’t do it for someone else.
To “let go” is not to cut myself off. It’s the realization that I can’t control another.
To “let go” is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To “let go” is not to try to change or blame another. It’s to make the most of myself.
To “let go” is not to care for, but to care about.
To “let go” is not to fix, but to be supportive.
To “let go” is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.
To “let go” is not to be in the middle, arranging all the outcomes, but to allow others to affect their own destinies.
To “let go” is not to deny, but to accept.
To “let go” is not to nag, scold, or argue, but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To “let go” is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
To “let go” is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.
To “let go” is to fear less and to love more.

I’ve never lost the love that I have given you
With all the things that we have all been through
I’ve never stayed in love before
As much as I have stayed in love with you

You, you never thought the feelings
Meant for you were true
‘Coz every time we’re all alone you wonder
If I’ll really never change
And if I’ll really stay in love with you

Love, it needs just you and me to stay together
Even if there’s nothing more
The best is there forever
Love, we have to stay this way in love forever
Even if you change your ways
I’ll always stay this way

‘Coz I, I will always stay this way in love with you
I will always stay this way in love with you
I will always stay in love this way

You, you never thought the feelings
Meant for you were true
‘Coz everytime we’re all alone you wonder
If I’ll really never change
And if I’ll really stay in love with you

I will always stay this way in love with you

Click here to listen to this song…

Have you ever fallen in love,
But knew they did not care?
Have you ever felt like crying,
But knew you’d get nowhere?
Have you ever watched them walk away…
Not wanting them to go?
And whispered ‘I love you’ softly…
Not wanting them to know?
You cried all night in misery,
And almost went insane.
There’s nothing in this world
That causes so much pain.
If I could choose between love and death,
I think I’d rather die.
Love is fun, but it hurts too much.
And the price you pay is high.
So I say, don’t fall in love,
You’ll be hurt before it’s through
You see my friend, I ought to know,
I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU.

A girl quickly punches a number into her phone and waits until she hears the other line pick up.

“Becky, I don’t know what to do, I really don’t. I love him so much and I don’t think he thinks of me that way. I mean, whenever I see him or think of him, I can’t help it, this smile comes across my face. Sometimes he sees me smiling and smiles back. That’s when my knees turn to jello and I get butterflies in my stomach. I know you think that he’s so totally adorable and cute, but if you look past that and actually listen to what he has to say, you find a totally different person. He’s so caring and considerate and he makes me feel like I don’t deserve him. Well, actually, I don’t deserve him. He’s too perfect, I mean, look at all the girls that fall for him. I could never be one of those. They’re all so pretty and bubbly and….. not me. I couldn’t even start to compare myself to them. But whenever I think of him or see him, I can’t help it, I smile. Now I didn’t tell you this but he called me the other day about homework. I tell you now, I made a complete fool of myself. I’m so embarrassed. I stuttered the whole time, but he was so sweet and just kept talking and making me feel better. He’s so perfect Becky, I don’t deserve him, so why do I keep wishing and praying that he will notice me, why?…………Becky? Becky are you there?”

“This isn’t Becky.”

Petrified the girl asks, “Then who is this?”

“This is the guy who’s smile turns your knees to jello and I just wanted to say one thing. Everything you just said now, I’ve been wanting to say since the day I met you.”

A man fell into a pit and couldn’t get himself out.

A subjective person came along and said, “I feel for you down there.”

An objective person came along and said, “It’s logical that someone would fall down there.”

A Christian Scientist came along and said, “You only think you’re in the pit.”

A Pharisee said, “Only bad people fall into a pit.”

Confucius said, “If you would have listened to me you wouldn’t be in that pit.”

Buddha said, “You’re pit is only a state of mind.”

A realist said, “That’s a pit.”

A scientist calculated the pressure necessary, pounds and square inches, to get him out of the pit.

A geologist told him to appreciate and study the rock strata.

An evolutionist said, “You are a rejected mutant destined to be removed from the evolutionary cycle, in other words he is going to die in the pit so he can’t produce any more pit falling offspring.”

The country inspector said, “Did you have a permit to dig that pit?”

A professor gave him a lecture on the elementary principles of the pit.

A self-pitying person said, “You haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen my pit.”

An optimist said, “Things could get worse.”

A pessimist said, “Things are going to get worse.”

Jesus saw the man in the pit, took him by the hand and lifted him out.