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<title>THIS IS HOW I DESCRIBE MY LOVE</title>
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<description>&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;font size=&#x22;4&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font size=&#x22;6&#x22; style=&#x22;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: garamond,new york,times,serif;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font size=&#x22;5&#x22; face=&#x22;georgia,times new roman,times,serif&#x22;&#x3E;Love, like a tree, sends it roots down deep so when the storms of life abound and the winds of adversity blows, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;it shakes and bends and goes with the flow but does&#x27;nt break or fall, and during times of drought, it drives it&#x27;s roots down deeper.... &#x3C;br /&#x3E;so whatever comes and goes----&#x3C;br /&#x3E;summer, winter, spring or fall,&#x3C;br /&#x3E;the good times and the bad--- it stands the test of all....&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;font size=&#x22;4&#x22; style=&#x22;font-weight: bold; font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif;&#x22;&#x3E;This is how i describe my love for you. I have always believe that our love is strong to stand the test of time... Our love endures everything... I
 believe in you... I believe in us...&#x3C;br /&#x3E;I believe in our LOVE....&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;
    
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<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 11:38 EST</pubDate>
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<title>THE SALTY COFFEE</title>
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&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;strong&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;font-family: Arial;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/strong&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;font-family: Arial;&#x22;&#x3E;He met her at a
party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he
was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;font-family: Arial;&#x22;&#x3E;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 and she
thought to herself, &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;Please, let me go home&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6;&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;


    &#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;font-family: Arial;&#x22;&#x3E;Suddenly he
asked the waiter, &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;Would you please give me some salt? I&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;d like to put
it in my coffee.&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D; Everybody, stared at him, so stranged! His face
turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She
asked him curiously, &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;Why you have this hobby?&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D; He replied, &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;When I was
a little boy, I lived near the sea. I liked playing in the sea, I could
feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee.
Now, everytime 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.&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D; While saying that, tears filled his eyes. She
was deeply touched. That&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s his true feelings 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&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6; Then she also
started to speak, spoke about his faraway hometown, her childhood, her
family.&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;font-family: Arial;&#x22;&#x3E;That
was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They
continue 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 the prince and then they were living the happy life&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6;.
And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the
coffee, as she knew that&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s the way he liked it.&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;font-family: Arial;&#x22;&#x3E;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said,&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22; style=&#x22;color: rgb(0, 0, 191); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;font-family: Arial;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;&#x22;&#x3E;&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;My dearest,
please forgive me, forgive my whole life&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s 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 so afraid to do that, as
I have promised not to lie to you for anything&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6; Now I&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;m dying, I&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6;
afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;t like the salty
coffee, what a strange bad taste&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6; But I have had the salty coffee for
my whole life! &#x3C;/span&#x3E;Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do
for you&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6; 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 if I had to drink the salty coffee again.&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;font-family: Arial;&#x22;&#x3E;Her tears made
the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;What&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s the taste
of the salty coffee?&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D; She replied, &#xE2;&#x80;&#x9C;It&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;s sweet&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6;&#xE2;&#x80;&#x9D;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;

&#x3C;p class=&#x22;MsoNormal&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;strong&#x3E;&#x3C;em&#x3E;&#x3C;span style=&#x22;font-size: 14pt;&#x22;&#x3E;&#x3C;font size=&#x22;4&#x22; color=&#x22;#ff2e2e&#x22;&#x3E;Love is
not to forget but to forgive, not to see but to understand, not to hear
but to listen, not to let go but to HOLD ON&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6;. The way I am holding on
to our love, The way I&#xE2;&#x80;&#x99;m holding on to you&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6;. To us&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6;.I love you more than words can ever explain&#xE2;&#x80;&#xA6; - TINA&#x3C;/font&#x3E;&#x3C;br /&#x3E;&#x3C;/span&#x3E;&#x3C;/em&#x3E;&#x3C;/strong&#x3E;&#x3C;/p&#x3E;
    
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<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 09:59 EST</pubDate>
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