Friday, August 22, 2008

Im expecting that one day Im gonna find out this guy...

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after






her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the






party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but


due


to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was


too



nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please,


let





me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. 'would you please give me






some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee.'





Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he





put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why



you




have this hobby? He replied: 'when I was a little boy, I was living near






the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea,
just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty





coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my






hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there'. While






saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched..









That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can



tell




out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home,






has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about






her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice





talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.








They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets



all





her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was





such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty



coffee!






Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess





married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And,



every




time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she




knew that's the way he liked it.




After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: 'My



dearest,





please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I



said




to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so





nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It



was





hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be





the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times






in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to



lie







to you for anything..










Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like







the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty







coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for







anything I do for you.. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my







whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you



and







have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee







again'.











Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's







the taste of salty coffee?














It's sweet. She replied.












Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear







but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!





Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one







you like will leave you for the one they love.


Find one, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.


Who calls you back when you hang up on him.


Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.


Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.



Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.



Who holds your hand in front of his friends.

Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he


cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.


Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, '...that's


her.'

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