| Sunday, August 2, 2009,1:15 AM |
he said he'd love me forever, but forever didn't last.
it didn't take long to get over it and i picked the right choice to let it end.
he said he loves me for who i am, but he keeps telling me that i'm not good enough.
i got fed up but gave him a few more chances.
in the end, it still didn't work out so i ended it.
didn't take long to get over it too.
he said he'd always be there for me to make me happy, why?
because he said he loved me and he wanted to make me happy.
but after around 3 months, he complete crushed my soul.
tell me, why haven't i gotten over it?
here's a short story.
This is what True Love is all about:
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 a.m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him look at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.
I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer' s Disease. As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is." I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
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updates updates.
im doing a crossover with singyee :)
cant wait to do my part.
it's a fusion between cartoonish and realisticish stuff.
shall post when we are done.
4 undecorated envelopes left.
1 for twinnie. 1 for ling. 1 for ej. 1 for myself. :)
the 5 others will be given away too.
man, i need more envelopes --
sentence(s) of the day; The truth is, you can rip my heart out, throw it to the ground, then I'd pick it up and dust it off...and give it back to you.
and...
Never say goodbye if you still want to try. Never give up if you still want to go on. Never say you don't love a person if you can't let go.
credits: picture @ soompi stock thread & quotes @ soompi forums
story: funlock
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