A romantic story
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Something to inspire some hope for those tat are lost.
From the very start, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.
Due to family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love for me?"
As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies abroad. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to win them. Will you marry me?"
The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got engaged.
The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it was hard, both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum cry, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She had lost her voice.
The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During her stay in the hospital, besides silent cry, it's still weeping that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone which pierced into her heart every time it rings. She does not wish to let the guy know & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent lots of reply and countless phone calls. All the girl could do is to cry. The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learnt sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.
A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she opened the letter, she saw her name on it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what was going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.
He used sign language to tell her, "I've spent a year to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. -
Firm believer in the love that they shared. Well done!
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Yeah i read this story on the email before...very touching
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yeah..it's very touching
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T-T
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wow
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so touching
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Anybody felt that it's quite hard to read? I can edit it for better reading.
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Happily ever after. Only, if life was a bed of roses, w/o torns.
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Originally posted by Callan:
Anybody felt that it's quite hard to read? I can edit it for better reading.
sighs.
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I'm tempted to repost something that I've written long long time ago.
Let me consider if I should.
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Post post post. NPNT. No post, No talk.
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just melts ur heart doesnt it..
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hmmm..
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2nd part after marriage. I would love to read it.
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Originally posted by stellazio:
just melts ur heart doesnt it..
doesnt melt my heart leh
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good story.
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the last part really melted my heart.
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Beautiful and touching story.
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Originally posted by laurence82:
doesnt melt my heart leh
i think its only for straight people..
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Originally posted by pewpew:
i think its only for straight people..
if this is sarcasm, i dun appreciate it
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lols. relax! im just kidding.
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This is something I have written 5 years ago. Some of you might have read it.
Saying Goodbye
It was not easy saying goodbye to Keith, when I don’t even want to be away from him.
England the same year. I never forget him and visited his tomb every time I could. I’ve also kept in contact with his family and knew they were doing fine. “Kor kor is looking after us in heaven. He still shows his love.” Keith’s sister said, and that’s all I need to hear.
Lying on the hospital bed, Keith had numerous tubes attached to various parts of his body and a machine that beeped. His eyes were closed. Painful for the both of us, I can’t help but tear every time I visit him. In the ward, flowers could be seen everywhere, sent by friends, colleagues and family members. I brought his favorite car models and placed it on the bedside table, hoping that he can see it when he recovers.
He had lapsed into coma early this month. The tumor in his head is still spreading after numerous surgeries. Young at only 28, he first experienced the pain 2 years ago, but shook it off as a normal headache. He was a promising young man with a career that just took off.
I first got to know him at a beachside coffee club. I was enjoying the sun and reading a novel at the same time. He was a beach volleyball player and was enjoying a good game with his friends. We actually got acquainted after he accidentally splashed coke all over me. Apologizing for his clumsiness, he offered me napkins to clean up. Shaken, I told him to forget about it and made my way to the bathroom where I could change into my dry clothes. When I got out of the bathroom, he was waiting. “Hey I’m really sorry about ruining your day and your clothes. I apologize for my clumsiness.” He sincerely said. I nodded and walked away.
Maybe fate really brought us together; he was my new boss several weeks later. Love blossomed shortly after.
The headaches got worse and one day he just collapsed at home. He was admitted to the hospital and was told about the tumor. The doctors said that tumor is at the final stages and there was no way to get rid of it. I was taken back and found my world spinning into darkness. When I regained consciousness, I couldn’t accept the fact, yet I have to brave up a front to face Keith.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” I asked as I sat on the bed, holding his hand. “Terrible,” he sobbed, “I’m sorry, Kate, I’m not able to take care of you anymore.” I shook my head and told him that everything will turn out fine. Amazed by his calmness, Keith said, “You knew that everything will not be alright. I’ll be gone in another 3 months at most, what will happen to you?” I chose not to accept the fact and said, “No, I’ll create a miracle, we’ll send you overseas for treatment.” I was very stubborn. Keith grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the eyes. “Don’t. Face it.” I broke down.
Keith’s condition deteriorated day by day. On the day he lapsed into coma, he slipped a ring into my finger. “I love you.” He said weakly, and then closed his eyes. It was the ring that I had been eyeing on for weeks and I’ve only told him on one of the visits, showing him the picture in the magazine. Up till now, I don’t know how he managed to get the ring while he’s still in hospital, and I chose not to know.
Just a week ago, the doctor was making his rounds and found that Keith’s situation had turned worse. He could either make it through this weekend or leave all of his loved ones behind. I prayed hard for him. “He’s suffering from all the pain that he couldn’t voice out, he couldn’t express. He needs to escape.” Keith’s sister said, as she cried in my arms.
“His system is failing,” Dr. Fender said, “his willpower is slowly fading. I’m expecting the worst. I’m sorry.” We cried like never before that night. “Uncle Keith is not leaving us, is he?” Keith’s favorite nephew asked. I carried him in my arms and sobbed. “Auntie, don’t cry. Uncle won’t be happy seeing us cry.” He said. At the tender age of 4, his words struck me hard.
We spent most of the days left at the hospital. We ate at the cafeteria and slept in the visitor’s lounge. All of us wanted to be there, when Keith is spared from all the pain. Most of the time I didn’t sleep; thinking of the times we had together and how much happiness he had given to those around him.
Then the day came. His parents and I were in the lounge resting when the nurse came. “I think you all should see Keith now.” Her voice sounded like a warning. We rushed to his ward and the doctor was checking on him. “I’m sorry. You may want to spend the time left with him now. At most, a few hours.”
His mother collapsed on hearing the news and had to be helped to the couch. I left the ward, allowing the couple some private time with their beloved son. I cried hard when I got out of the ward. His sister then came running to me, hugging me and crying out together. It was difficult for us. The man we both love and look up to is soon leaving us. “Kor kor is leaving, right?” she asked, mumbling in the midst of crying. I hugged her tighter as if replying to her.
“Kate, maybe you should go in now,” Keith’s dad said, holding on to his crying wife and patted my shoulder. I looked at them and nodded, slowly walking into the ward.
He seems to be sleeping peacefully now. All the tubes and the machine are gone. I took his hand in mine and whispered into his ear, “I love you, Keith.” I told him about how much I loved the ring and talked about our happy times. “Don’t worry about your family ok? I’ll be there for them. I know how much it hurts and it hurts me too. Goodbye.” I cried and try to force a smile for him. He loved my smile. With a gentle peck on his lips, I left the ward.
My good bye to him was short but not my love for him. The pain that I felt was tremendous. Losing him, I felt handicapped, yet I’ve got to be strong. He wouldn’t want me to be sad. It will be a relief and escape for him, I thought to myself.
Within the same hour, he left us. He became my guardian angel and his family migrated to
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wow. beautiful story .. feel like falling in love again :)
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migrated to?
walao. . .
im feeling so sad reading all this. . . . . .