How To Install Love ?

A call comes through on the customer service line. Customer Service Rep: Yes, Ma'am, how can I help you today? Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install love. Can you guide me through the process? CS Rep: Yes, I can help you. Are you ready to proceed? Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready to install now. What do I do first? CS Rep: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your HEART ma'am? Customer: Yes I have, but there are several other programs running right now. Is it okay to install while they are running? CS Rep: What programs are running ma'am? Customer: Let's see, I have PAST-HURT.EXE, LOW-ESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE, and RESENTMENT.COM running right now. CS Rep: No problem. LOVE will gradually erase PAST-HURT.EXE from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually overwrite LOW-ESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own called HIGH- ESTEEM.EXE. However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ma'am? Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how? CS Rep: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE. Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM have been completely erased. Customer: Okay, done. LOVE has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal? CS Rep: Yes. You should receive a message that says it will reinstall for the life of your HEART. Do you see that message? Customer: Yes I do. Is it completely installed? CS Rep: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Heart's in order to get the upgrades. Customer: Oops. I have an error message already. What should I do? CS Rep: What does the message say? Customer: It says "ERROR 412 - PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL COMPONENTS." What does that mean? CS Rep: Don't worry ma'am, that's a common problem. It means that the LOVE program is set up to run on external HEARTS but has not yet been run on your HEART. It is one of those complicated programming things, but in non-technical terms it means you have to "LOVE" your own machine before it can "LOVE" others. Customer: So what should I do? CS Rep: Can you pull down the directory called "SELF-ACCEPTANCE"? Customer: Yes, I have it. CS Rep: Excellent. You're getting good at this. Customer: Thank you. CS Rep: You're welcome. Click on the following files and then copy them to the "MYHEART" directory: FORGIVE-SELF.DOC, REALIZE-WORTH.TXT, and ACKNOWLEDGE-LIMITATIONS.DOC. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching any programming. Also, you need to delete SELF-CRITIC.EXE from all directories, and to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back, you will need to empty your recycle bin. Customer: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with new files. SMILE.MPG is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all over my HEART. Is this normal? C Rep: Sometimes. For others it takes a while, but eventually everything gets downloaded at the proper time. So, LOVE is installed and running. You should be able to handle it from here. One more thing before I go. Customer: Yes? CS Rep: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you meet. They will in turn share it with other people and they will return some similarly cool modules back to you. Customer: I will. Thanks for your help. By the way, what's your name? CS Rep: You can call me the Divine Cardiologist, also known as The Great Physician. Most people feel all they need is an annual checkup to stay heart-healthy, but the manufacturer suggests a schedule of daily maintenance for maximum efficiency. Give a little love away ... keep in touch.

A Romantic Cruise

One particular thought is always coming to my mind.

I heard it is very romantic to go to deck and sit on the chair with long space in front for keeping the legs.

I would like to go to the deck with my partner with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. we will stretch ourselves on the chairs, with our legs stretched on the long space. we would feel the cold breeze from the sea passing through our bodies. We can enjoy the blue sky on the clouds. we will have a glass of wine and we would engage in romantic talk.

I will take and hold her hand and raise her hand to my face and slowly caress her palm and start biting romantically the fingers. Then she will take my hand and place it on her waist. I will slowly caress her waist. we both can feel the electricity passing through our bodies.

We will get up and go near the rails to watch the sea. My partner will put her lovely head on my shoulder. My hand will go behind her back and start stroking her back. We will share one more glasses of wine. slowly she will squeeze her body towards me. I could feel the warmth of her. I will raise her chin with my hand and we both will look deep into each others eyes. Now she will raise her head so that i can kiss her on her forehead, later on her closed eyes, on her cheeks and behind the ears. She willl run her hand through my hair behind the head. Slowly, i will put my lips on her warm lips and we both will start kissing. She will come forward and hug me. My hands will stroke her back, She will hold me tightly. We both could feel the warmth of each other's bodies. We will start breathing faster. Soon, the pleasure will become unbearable and we will go back to our room and lock the door

I Will Always Remember You

I Will Always Remember

I will always remember that day when we first met and when you were taken away from me. That dread full day. But today is that day that I must say what’s been hiding in me. I will tell my story to you, to your grave stone, to your soul that still lives on, to that look-a-like cloud that I saw that day.

It was that day, in January, when the principle told us that we had to sit with our homerooms. That was when I noticed you. It was like love at first sight, but I couldn’t, wouldn’t tell anyone until I knew your name. I asked tons of my friends, till I came to Cecily, she said that your name was Mike. Mike. I said your name over and over.

Then that day a few days later your were waiting to go into science, in front of my locker talking to Jay. I said” Could you please move.” And you did and it was my first words that I said to you. The next day, I think it was in second period, you were standing with Luke, Ethan, and Jay. I remember poor Ethan getting punched. I said “Hey guys can I get to my locker?”
Ryan said “Uh no.”

So all I did was move you guys and got to my locker. I opened it and you looked in and saw my locker and which was such a mess. But you didn’t care. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I still can’t, I guess it was your.... I have to stop thinking about this, I’m going to get tears on my paper.

Then the second to last day, you were sitting in back of Caitlin, I remember I had I love M. on my hand and, well you saw it, and me acting like I wanted to kill Billy. I was surprised you weren’t discussed. Seriously I was.

In 8th grade I never saw you. You were in the smart people team, and well you know I wasn’t that, well, smart only in the summer, and everybody knew that. I only saw you at lunch. I couldn’t wait till then. I thought about you 24/7, it was getting to much.

In 9th I got to really know you, because you were in all of my classes, and we hung out, and were going out.

I remember the night out to the movies, we snuck in and nobody found out. It was the best night ever. But I think the best time was just hanging out at the park on Becca’s birthday, you, me, and well everyone else but that was a special night, we really had fun.

That night we played like every game in the world to about 1:00. Your parents didn’t care they knew me very well. Then we watched The Others and Thirteen Ghosts. I was so scared but you held me, and I felt so much better. I felt safe, the first time I felt safe with a guy. I knew we would be together for a long time.

In the 10th grade, we were still going strong together, nobody could break us apart. Even if we had a few fights, but every good relationship has a little down side. I was learning how to drive (uh the hardest thing in my life.) I really didn’t get to see you, I was in Las Vegas for most of the summer, that was the hardest summer ever.

In the 11th it was hard, we were preparing for our last year of high school and then collage, we never thought we would get out of it alive. But we went through it perfectly, and guess what no detention, well maybe for our friends but that didn’t matter. We spent that summer together, in New Jersey, which was so much fun, even if it was with our families.

In the 12th we celebrating, it was fun, our last year, and we were all right, still strong with our heart and mind and for our time together, our parents thought that night that we were going to get married with out them knowing, but we wouldn’t go and do that. They gave us to much support, and plus I knew what I wanted, and I didn’t want to go that. You were ok with that. Our friends said that this was something special.

When we both were 21, we started going to clubs. We didn’t go alone just in case, well you know. Our friends always came and things like that.

But it was that night I will remember. That cold, snowy night. Tony was like, gggggrrrrrr.... because of what he had to drink. He said get in to me and you. I didn’t go because Mandee and I were waiting for Becca. I told you to wait to, but you said that you would be fine.

When Becca came, we followed you two. We were wondering were Tony was taking us, I told him to go to my house but instead was going to his. He swerved and hit a another car and we got out and well, you weren’t OK.

I called the ambulance, it took them 20 min. I took of my jacket and put it on you, rubbing your hand and told you it would be all right. When we got into your room, an hour later, the doctor said that it was to late that you had gone. I cried and cried. It had also, been to late for Tony too.

Mandee, dove Becca and I home, was crying my heart out, I couldn’t stop. I kept saying “ I told you, I told you. I told you not to go.”

I was thinking to myself that night that I should have gone with you, so I could be with you. I’m now writing in “the crying room.” And I am crying. Trying to calm myself down but it’s not going to work.

When I got out of Collage I started to work with this program, it teaches about the effects of people driving drunk, and I used you as an example. I don't cry as much anymore. But when I tell my story a lot of people do.

And I still miss you. I come by once in a while, not everyday again. I still sit and talk about the good and bad times.

I will always remember, your face, your smile. I will always remember You

Dreams Do Come True

"Close your eyes" Maryian said.. "And the first thing you think of is.. what you really desire..." I did and all I could see was Him... Yes, my dream crush, Brandon Marshall, that tall dark and handsome guy who I watched every Thursday mourning at my job.. He would deliver packages. I knew every girl practically loved Brandon, he was gorgeous, he looked as if he stepped out of a model ad for Tommy Hilfiger ad. I mean it wasn't just his looks the boy had a personality, he spoke Italian, his mom was part that and he can cook a mean Lasnaga .. so i heard.. well one day while dreamin' about my future "hubby" lol.. i drifted off to a dream of him and me kissing by the pond out there near the park.. i always wanted to just be with him doing something sweet.. but I was just average girl.. don't get me wrong i was cute.. not as cute as Arie` (Are-Ree) his ex-girl miss model- she was skinny- well any ways all I wanted to do was get lost in his hazel browns and kiss his soft lips till I couldn't kiss him anymore. So one day while talking to the customer at the coffee shop. Brandon came in just as he usually did every Thursday with a hand full of boxes delivering packages. There stood this fine 6' hazel eyes full lips curly hair guy. My heart danced as he came near- could it be he's finally going NOTICE me!!!.. so he looks at my way- i die!! he than smiles- i look to see if any girl was behind me. My Co-worker, Maryian was smiling tords me- she knew i liked him- hello! he's all i talk 'bout since i first saw him, well anyways here he comes closer- i feel sweaty and my hear pounds a mile a minute- sounds of love music plays in my mind- Well he comes near and says.. , So, i noticed you cutie what's your name? "I was shaking and i told him it's , "NaTasha" He than looked in my eyes i felt so happy... he than than took my hand and kissed it and said.. he been noticing me every time he was shy and he couldn't keep his feelings in any longer. I nearly fainted... He than asks me down near the pond by the park downtown my dream spot.. I agree.. So later we I meet him there he's looking even cuter under moonlight. He brings a CD Boombox and bottle of wine with two glasses. He lays out a blanket and bends over ( nice butt =) } anyways he turned on the Radio.. and 'butterflies'- By Michael Jackson flows through the air. He than pulls me near and looks in my dazed my eyes.. and i feel dizzy in his arms - i wonder am i dreaming? well he whispers.. to me "Il vostro così bello stasera"- Speaking Italian-I ask him what he just said he said "Your beautiful tonight" It sounds good in any language i thought. He than holds me tight and we dance slowly to the music.. his hands explore me and my heart beats to every touch. He slightly pulls away and looks me in my eyes and than he kisses my lips and i swear i felt my heart stop the world froze and than something took over my body. He than pulls away and kisses me again. I feel rain drops touch my skin as it lightly pours. we still dance and kiss in the rain. He than pulls away a he lays me out on the blanket and he lays besides me he pours the wine and we talk about everything and i feel im fallin' in love with him and i knew that my heart was his now. He took his hands and lightly touched my face and my heart jumped. He looked in my eyes and he smiled. We cuddled as it slightly rained- ROMANTIC!!! anyways he said he liked me the whole time and he was shy and now that he has me- he wouldn't let me go so easy/ I was very happy as we laid there most of the night just talking about life.. well about a year later.. we married and now we still come back to this spot to dance....and talk till the sunrise.. love happened to me and i say hey as much as you think he'll never be yours. think again Love will happen if it's suppose to happen ..Remember that. Hope you enjoyed my little story!!

A Different Kind Of Love Story

Clothing was strewn about her bedroom in disarray. The normally organized jewelry box was a tangle of earrings and necklaces, the wash-cloth which had taken her make-up off was tossed on the sink, smeared with red streaks of blush that had since been reapplied. Her foot slipped back and forth between the gas and the brake. It wouldn't do to be pulled over. She'd heard the cops in this area were anal for the law. Fifty-five… what was that? Sixty-five was acceptable, when she was in a bad mood. Her friends teased her about having a lead foot. Her car had battle-scars in it, which she'd made fun of in the many letters she'd written. Some were to friends, some were to family, but Drew was neither. She'd met him through a pen-pal service fluke, two Americans whose paths accidentally crossed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought to herself as she pulled into the parking lot. It wasn't raining, but the day was slightly overcast and smelled of springtime and newness. "This is something that I would yell at other people for doing. There's still time to get out of this." She stepped out of the car and headed toward the airport. Then she heard Michael's voice, from a long time ago. His lengthy courtship culminated with him down on one knee with an open ring box and sweet words of love. Finally the day came, and they were in the church ready to tell the world and God that they were husband and wife. It was like something dreams were made of. She'd fled that day, though, said she couldn't go through with it. She couldn't stop those ill-formed syllables from coming out of her mouth. "I can't be your wife," she said simply, and that was the end of it. That had eventually broken them up, his patience had finally run out. He wanted more out of life, more than an affair. She deserved better than that and he knew it. "You can't stand on the side of life and stick your toe in… either wade in waist-deep or don't go in at all- it's really your choice."

That seemed like years ago. Now, the mechanical voice came over the loudspeaker of the crowded terminal announcing the arrival of Flight 218, nonstop from New Orleans. Laurie sat up at the revelation, waiting for a gate number. She tossed her empty Styrofoam cup in the trash and wiped her moist palms on the legs of her jeans. "Relax, Laurie," she told herself, "There's nothing to be nervous about." But she was more than nervous. She was terrified.

Earlier that morning, she'd spent hours washing and brushing her long hair, the color and sheen of which made it her most prominent feature. She wanted to look put together, but not overdone. Her black glossy mane was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of her neck and held in place with a fluffy white bow. She couldn't seem to unwind… her sleek body was coiled up like a spring. One could have bounced a quarter off her nerves.

Drew had been her friend and confidante, there for her laughter and tears. Maybe it would have been better if she hadn't gotten so personal with him, but she was looking for a void to fill. It had been a long time since Michael. There was a bit of a tan line on her finger still, a light stripe from the sun tattooing her hand as he had left his own imprint on her heart. "Drew isn't Michael; he won't hurt me," she reminded herself. "I couldn't have prevented what happened. What if he doesn't like the way I look? I couldn't stand that. What if this changes things? If I'm too short? Too tall? Not his type?"

She tried to stroll nonchalantly but almost tripped over the strappy sandals she'd bought in an effort to look cute. "Shouldn't have worn these," she chided herself, the buckle cutting at her ankle. She didn't know how she was going to pick him out of a crowd. He'd told her to expect the unexpected. She wasn't sure what he meant.

Laurie was almost clutching the rail she was so nervous. She watched a Manson-type rocker with a non-biodegradable blond on his arm. Behind him was a heavyset lumberjack type, smelling faintly of whiskey and the mountains. She wondered what kind of business he had in New Orleans. He didn't seem the type to sit on a muggy porch drinking java as the city reluctantly came to wake. The flight attendant offered to wheel the next client off the plane, but he smiled pleasantly and declined. He was handsome, with a strong muscular jaw and twinkling eyes. It was too bad about the chair.

She walked over to the flight attendant and asked if she could point out Drew Jacobs to her. She nodded toward the man in the wheelchair and when she glanced back at him, he smiled. She wanted to run. He wasn't her Prince Charming. She didn't think the chair would fit on the back of a horse. "Umm… Drew?" Why hadn't he told her in all those letters?

"Hey baby, wanna wrestle?" he jested, his eyes laughing. He kissed her hand and told her he'd been looking forward to meeting her for the first time. And suddenly, she wasn't nervous about her looks anymore.