Message From:    Melody
Age & Location:    Philippines
Message To:    DPS
Age & Location:    Dubai/Nepal

Your Message:

It was April 30, 2008 and i just came from a graduation party and then when i got home, i just got real bored. I tried to sleep but i really cannot sleep so i tried to go in a chat room.. I can’t remember which chat room i went.

Then i find myself typing message to anyone, saying “hi” and they would reply to me.. I admit that a lot of them were “NOT GOOD” and i cannot tolerate their actions so i just stop talking to them and i prefer talking to other “GOOD” people…

Then, got lucky, i had found someone who is really, really, really nice.. So we talked but there are other people pinging me.. So we didn’t got a chance to talk properly..

The next day, i saw him online, but i didn’t mind him cuz i didn’t recognize him.. After some time, I have asked him “Did we talked last night?” and he answered “yes, u already forgot?”

Then, we started the conversation there.. we got to to know each other… And after long weeks of conversation, we just fell inlove with each other and we were both so happy that day,,,

And he told me his religion is Hindu while I said that I am a Catholic.. He is taking it a big issue,, and i said, it is ok..

And he is saying too many differences between us.. And I am thinking that this was his excuse to avoid me.. But then, he said that, if we want to be together and happy, i must go with his religion and do as what their culture is saying… And again it is ok for me cuz i will lose nothing…

So, we continued to chit-chat and as days go by, we have strong love within us….

And, we reached a month… BUt he stated a problem again.

He said that, his relatives were putting him into an arranged wedding, which means they are forcing him to get married.. So i felt bad about it.. We both felt bad…
He said that, he can’t take me away from his heart till death and can’t forget me too,.. He said that, he can’t love another woman… But I was telling him to marry this girl but instead of being happy (bec. I understood his situation), he got angry at me and told me that he cannot tolerate my advise for him.. So i said “Ok, what are you going to do now?” and he said, “I wont go home (Nepal) this September, if so, they will push me to get married…”….

So everything was ok at that time… and he was asking me to get married with him after I meet his family,, and all.. And we were planning for the future.. and we liked talking about it.. Because, we don’t only talk with our mouth, we talk with our hearts.. Both of us don’t like pass time…

And still, we are happy at this moment.. And we are hoping to fulfill our dreams..

And we have promised to love each other forever…

Message From: Scarlet
Age & Location: 18 NY
Message To: Giovanny
Age & Location: 16 NY

Your Message:

I love you so much. I always was and I always will love you till the last beat of my heart.

I remember the day i first saw him. He transferred into our class about two weeks after the school started. I became friends with his friends who sat near me and then also became friends with him who came to talk to his friends before the class started everyday even though he sat on the other side of the class.

I thought I liked him. He was so tall and very cute. But I always thought it’s not going to work out because he’s younger than me. My feelings were not very strong at that time. But one day changed everything. That day, we got our exams back in the class. It was a very hard exam and we all did pretty bad. I passed but with a very low grade. I was upset and he came up to me and encouraged me. He also tried to get rid of people who were constantly asking me about my grade and stupid questions. When I felt better with his encouragement, I looked at his grade and found out he failed. At that moment, he stole my heart. I can’t believe he was encouraging me all this time when I should be encouraging him. Nobody had ever treated me that way. Yes, I fell in love with him. And this was not the only event. Every time I see him, my love for him grew more and more. Every little things he does was so meaningful and so lovely for me. Every time I don’t see him, my heart aches and I miss him so much.

It has been a year and for many reasons, we never got together. Even worse, I’m graduating and I’m leaving school in two weeks and he’ll still be in school for one more year. I might never see him again. But he’ll always be in my heart and I’ll be missing him everyday. I don’t think I can ever fall in love with anyone else again. Thank you, my darling, for everything. I love you.

From: Mom, 49, Fayetteville, NC
To: Jason Paul, 29, Seattle, WA

When I look back over the last 29 1/2 yrs, I am amazed & awestruck at how quickly the time has flown by….but, the heart/spirit doesn’t always recognize the passing of time in quite the same way that our “logical minds” do… It was only “yesterday”, when you were riding your tricycle in the back driveway, playing with your imaginary friends (”Dooney” and “Mayla”) and helping me in our garden, while your big sister was at school….fast forward a few yrs, and you are running into the chain-link fence, the first time the training wheels came off of your bicycle….then a few more years pass, and we are riding off in the early morning hours, each of us on our bicycles, heading off to school and work, riding thru the cool morning mists, with the feeling of “freedom” that comes of riding fast thru the shadows of light and dark, just as dawn was breaking thru….

and a few more years, there we are, driving around the empty parking lots of the middle school, where you are learning to drive a “stick shift” in our little VW pickup truck, at the age of 14. 29 years, gone by in an instant, in the blink of an eye. Isn’t life strange? And mysterious? And a beautiful and rare privelege? (Remember this one? “I love you - a bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck”?)

I want you to know that the greatest privelege of my entire life has been to be the vessel that God used to bring you into this world. My memory of holding you, the very first time, as a new-born infant, is crystal-clear…almost tangible… it’s amazing, but I can still remember your unique smell, and the feel of your tiny hand as it held onto my finger…and the intense joy that rose up within me, every time I would hold you to my breast. Your instinctive smile, caring/ giving nature and compassionate character have always been a source of genuine joy, gratitude and quiet pride for me. (”You are my sunshine.”) I know that I made so many mistakes, over the years, and that many of those mistakes caused you great pain and terrible grief. For that, my heart will always be sorrowful. My own selfishness and fear have caused you pain, and if I could go back and do it all over again, I would try to take those moments back, and would try harder to “shield you” from the hurt. But we both know that life doesn’t work this way. And so…every single day, when I pray for you, I pray that God will heal those deeply bruised places completely, and put them as far away from your spirit as the East is from the West. Did you know that the pain does not have to separate you from the Source of all Love, but can be a pathway to help draw you closer to Him. He is waiting for you to open your heart and mind to Him. My son, beware of cynicism, fear, mistrust, defensiveness, remorse, selfishness and ingratitude. They will steal your joy - your peace - and your connection to that Source. They will disconnect you from your very self and from others, and create pathways of dark confusion & fear.

Despite those times of turmoil, confusion, pain, regret and grief, the love that lives in my heart for you will never, ever die. I know that we have had our “differences”, and have not always seen “eye-to-eye”. But, the love has never dimished, but has always increased and deepened, year after year (such is the nature of the love of a parent for a child…..only a small reflection of the love of God for His creation and for all humankind).

More than words could ever express, I am grateful to you for the incredible & profound difference that you have made in my life….for the ways that you have given of yourself, and reached out for me at those times when noone else had the courage to do so, as the pain and grief was so great…..to the point of consuming life itself. I remember, like it was yesterday, dancing arm in arm, to the voice of Kermit the Frog, singing “The Rainbow Connection”. Thank you for caring, for sharing and for being so honest (brutal at times, but refreshing at others….both appreciated). Thank you for ALL that you have taught me, from that moment you first emerged into this world, up to this very day. Thank you for having such a fierce and loyal heart - the heart of a lion. With the spirit of a gentle lamb.

In this life - and in the next - I wish for you: peace… mercy… compassion… friendship… fulfillment… joy… hope… purpose/meaning… contentment… grace… forgiveness… honesty…
understanding… comfort… humility… gratitude… wisdom… genuine & supportive friendships…and love that is overflowing, more than your heart could ever contain. But, more than all of this, I hope that you are able to determine the meaning of your own existence, and the genuine awareness & gratitude that comes of knowing your purpose. When you were small, I tried to instill in you this simple, but powerful truth: that you were made BY God, FOR God…to know, love and serve Him - AND - to know, love and serve others. If you can ever realize this, deep within your soul, you WILL reach a new level of appreciation for all things,
including your own self. The healing will come in waves. The love will be overflowing. The peace will be permanent.

When I draw my last breath on this earth, “LOVE” will be the only thing that will have made real sense, and in LOVE the meaning of life remains… and continues on and on (like ripples in a pond..but a pond the size of the ocean). I will love you with my last breath, and in the mystery of the incredible power and strength found in love, I pray that I will love you into the next life as well. I pray that God will allow me to be there, to welcome you into Heaven, when that time comes. It is my belief that we will recognize each other in Heaven, the place of perfect peace. His grace is endless; His mercy is boundless. (It was the story of the Prodigal Son that helped me to remember that truth anew, in October of 2004.)

Life is a miracle. Love is a miracle. You are a miracle. Loved by me…and loved so much more by God.

With a heartful of gratitude,
and overflowing with love,
always and forever.

Me Too (aka: Mom

Thanks Kaushal Raj, Apollo Painter and… ( comments on the popular message A Kiss is.. )

A special thanks to all who have contributed to create this blog with love messages, love photos, love comments and…

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Love, in all its splendor and mess, found a fit expression on Rome’s oldest bridge last year. Inspired by a best-selling book, then the movie version, young couples wrote their names on a padlock. They chained their locks around lampposts on Ponte Milvio. Then they symbolically cut off escape by tossing the keys into the wine-dark Tiber below.

But reality quickly set in, as it often does after passion. Thousands of locks and chains piled up. The lamps atop two light posts crumbled under the weight. Neighbors complained of vandalism. Politicians who tried to solve the problem were accused — and this is bad in Italy — of being anti-love.

Late last month, a solution was put into place. City officials set up six sets of steel posts with chains on the bridge, so now lovers can declare themselves without damage to the infrastructure. And so this city of monuments has just created another one, if at a cost: tossing a key off Ponte Milvio, some Italians complain, may soon be as touristy as flipping a coin into the Trevi Fountain.

“It’s less romantic,” said Costantino Boccuni, 28, a soldier who had just affixed a lock to one of the new spots to declare his love for his wife of six years, Daniela, 26. “It was more beautiful before. It was more original.”

“Now, it’s more like a fashion,” he said.

But still, as Rome’s distinctly lovely light faded into evening, they did it. And in the few days since the new posts went up, dozens of new love locks have been sealed shut on Ponte Milvio, in a perfect world, forever. (Though in practice, the city will periodically prune the locks just as they sweep the coins from the Trevi Fountain.)

The story of how Ponte Milvio, north of Rome’s center, became the city’s symbol of love follows a particularly Italian script blending history, myth, truly ludicrous political posturing and the unexpected.

Built in 206 B.C., the bridge attracted lovers long ago. Tacitus, the first-century Roman historian and statesman, reported that even in his time it was “famous for its nocturnal attractions.” Emperor Nero, Tacitus said, visited the bridge “for his debaucheries.” (It is also the place where in 312, Constantine defeated his rival Maxentius. He became the first emperor to convert to Christianity, which to many Italians stands against the sort of love often found on Ponte Milvio.)

Last year, the writer Federico Moccia created the second installment of a story of young Romans called “I Want You.” Like many affairs, his hero’s starts with a lie: he convinces a potential girlfriend of an invented legend in which lovers wrap a lock and a chain around the third lamppost on the bridge’s northern side, lock it and throw the key into the Tiber.

“And then?” the girl asks.

“We’ll never leave each other,” he says, with no shame.

Mr. Moccia, 44, said he dreamed up the ritual. “I liked the idea of tying locks to love because it is more solid, tangible,” he said. The book sold 1.1 million copies, then the movie came out and soon life began imitating art.

Mr. Moccia said he was stunned when locks and chains appeared on the bridge, though he tied the craze to a lingering malaise in Italy, which is growing old, producing fewer babies and suffering from an economy that often keeps young people unemployed and living with their parents into their 30s.

“It is a precise sign of our times — there is a lack of dreaming,” he said. “We only hear bad news. There is no longer the smile of who we see from afar or near the dream. And that gesture of the lock on the bridge, of the feeling of the iron closing, it’s a promise. It’s beautiful.”

Soon beauty turned to menace. Lovers came from all over Italy, joined by some tourists. The ancient bridge, which also attracts not only lovers but drinkers and no small number of pot smokers, began to be covered in lovers’ graffiti, along with the overwhelming number of chains. This spring, the city cracked down.

Inevitably, politics intruded. In this nation’s long battle between left and right, right-wing parties accused the leftist mayor, Walter Veltroni, with a crime far worse than corruption.

“The left is against lovers,” one rightist city official, Marco Clarke, charged in February.

Fighting words. An artful compromise clearly needed finding. Thus the posts and chains.

Lovers can affix their locks directly to them (which seemed to be the case on two recent, very pleasant evenings on the bridge). Or if they insist on chaining them to the lampposts, the locks will periodically be moved to the posts and chains.

“We have used good sense, meaning we realize that it is about a primary and innocent feeling,” said Silvio Di Francia, a city official responsible for solving the problem. “However, if all the historic bridges had locks we would have a problem with the maintenance.”

So the tradition continues, if with some reservations about compromising on love. Some young Roman said that even before the new posts, the ritual had lost its appeal and gotten touristy.

“I would be embarrassed,” said Michael P., a 22-year-old who withheld his last name because he was smoking marijuana. “It’s a question of dignity. If I want to express love, I will express it in my way.”

But Gianluca and Federica recently declared their love with a lock, as did Ricky and Francy, Piti and Piti, and several Mirkoses with suspiciously similar handwriting. Anna and Philip Colletti, from Montreal, marked their 25th anniversary with a lock. Their children told them about it.

My name is Jaci Rae and this is my true love story. When I first began “serious” dating, everyone was supposed to be “the one.” At least that’s what everyone told me. ‘He’s the one for you.’ ‘When are you two going to get married?’ ‘Has he popped the question yet?’ What many people never saw was the inner turmoil of the relationship and the way the man treated me behind the scenes.

Society sees single people as sad and alone, yet whenever I was in a relationship, I was deeply lonely. However, the underlying current of feeling lonely when I was in a relationship was much less when I was single, only now I had the added value of feeling rejected, too. Why? How could I be lonely when I had “the one” sitting next to me and how, when I was single and alone, could I feel less lonely than when I was with “the one?”

Other questions constantly raced through my mind such as: Was I always the wrong person? Why wasn’t I ever Mrs. Right?

To give you more insight into me and how I ended up in a string of wash out relationships with men who broke my heart and my bank account many times you need a little understanding about my background.

I grew up poor with the added feeling of being very unwanted. I lived in a house that wasn’t a home, filled with drug addicts and sexual predators and I was the child with a key around my neck. My Mom wasn’t home much because she had to work to support two children as a single mother without child support so I grew up feeling very rejected and alone. Do you see the pattern?

Don’t blame my Mom for what happened to me. If it hadn’t been that way, I wouldn’t have grown up to be who I am today. My brother succumbed to the drug life by the age of seven and I said no. There but the Grace of God go I, really. I grew up with my older brother seeking me out for help and guidance, and calling me Mom most of the time.

His escape at a very young age was drugs and alcohol and mine was food. Either I didn’t eat at all, acting out my anorexia or I ate ravenously, something I still struggle with today. Food was the only thing I could control in my own life and the way I learned to punish myself for being so “bad.” Why did I think I was bad? My reasoning as a child was; if I were a good girl, no one would harm me. Therefore, I must be very bad and I was being punished for being so.

By the age of eight, I started on a journey to discover why these men sought to harm me and why I was so ugly, stupid, fat and horrible. I ravenously read every book I could find at the school library during lunch, and magazines at home. Once I was older and had a job (age 12) I bought books and music, even though I needed clothing and food more. It started me on a journey that hasn’t stopped; my love of what makes people tick and how relationships work or don’t.

Let’s move to events that are more recent. With all my education and studying, I still ended up in the “wrong” relationship. Why? I had changed my pattern, or so I thought. I picked people with different backgrounds, different careers, different education levels, different socio-economic backgrounds and different looks. What was wrong? I always seemed to pick the man who would treat me the worst. The “good” ones only wanted to be my friends.

During that time, I was sought after by friends and family, and people who were referred to me to help them understand themselves and their relationships. Why was I able to help them and not myself? I knew the basic rule that I must love myself before anyone else would love me, but I knew that I could never love myself. I was too ugly. Too fat. Too stupid. In addition to any other horrible adjectives I could throw at myself. So I hid myself even further.

The laws of attraction that most of us have heard, but practically no one adheres too, ruled over me. I only attracted those that would hurt me the most because I spent most of my spare time hurting myself mentally with words and physically with food. I hadn’t changed the way I felt about myself, so how could I expect the men in my life to change the way they treated me?

One day, while I was sitting with my then-boyfriend a revelation came over me. The words I had read about, studied and preached to others hit me full in the face. I deserve better and I am not junk. This man, who had been a dear friend for years, was my boyfriend now and he was horrible to me! He was a great friend but sucked at the boyfriend gig.

As I sat in the room with a bunch of NFL people, I realized many of these men and women needed to score points with themselves and their “loved” ones and not just put a show on so others thought they did. That’s when the title, “Winning Points With The Woman In Your Life One Touchdown at a Time – How to Score For Men and Women” came to my mind.

At first, I fought writing this book. How could I possibly mix football and love? I wasn’t even a huge football fan! However, once I sat down to do so it came out quickly (I learned a lot about football along the way!).

The next step I took to write the book was to interview men and women on the street to find out what their thoughts were about relationships and what made them crazy in them. A year and a half of research later I started the real journey of self-discovery. I wasn’t the horrible, awful, ugly person I believed deep in my soul I was. I was a kind person who struggled with her weight, but that didn’t mean I didn’t deserve the best.

It was also at that point that I realized I was much happier being single than being in a relationship and I started to practice the self-love I always spoke and wrote about. For two years, I wrote and I was happy - elated actually. People would stop me on the street just to say how much I glowed. It was amazing.

They say love comes when you least expect it, and that’s what happened to me. It was during my time of happy singleness, that I met the man who would turn out to be my soul mate. We talked for hours and I mean truly talked. I had never really had such in-depth conversation with anyone!

Nevertheless, I ran scared. A month later, I was in a relationship with a man who was fun but a player. After a month with him, I realized what I was doing and headed as fast as I could in the other direction. I called up the other man and we went on our first date. He was kind and sensitive (gorgeous to boot) and he even sidestepped me from doggy poop on our hike.

We spent the entire afternoon and well into the wee hours of the next morning just talking and laughing. However, when I left him for my car I knew I wasn’t going to date him. My mom called me the next day and asked me how the date had gone. I told her what a wonderful time I had and how wonderful he was. I then stated firmly, “…but I am not going to date him.” She said, “oh…how sad.”

Something clicked inside me at that moment and I turned around and said, “No way! I am going to date him.” And that’s just what I did. In that instance I made a choice (and you can too) to change my dating pattern. I was going to go for the man I wasn’t attracted too. The man who didn’t have the element of “danger,” which is what seemed to be underlying in all the other men I had dated.

That was nearly two years ago and I am still totally in love as he is with me. We literally spend almost all of our time together (we work side by side as well) and while we have occasional disagreements, we always apologize. We are a normal couple after all! He really is the most incredible man I have ever known.

So what changed and how can you change your life so you can attract the one person that will treat you like gold? I go over that a lot in Winning Points With The Woman In Your Life One Touchdown at a Time (Simon and Schuster – Fireside). Despite the title, this book is for both sexes and is not all about Football. While I do use football language in the book, it’s not a football book per se.

But the crux of it is this, first your must make a decision to love yourself and treat yourself with respect and second you must make a decision to change your life, which includes your love life. It’s that basic. No one can give you a magic pill or potion and no words can change anything in your life until you make a decision and commitment to yourself to change.

A final word…is my life perfect? Nothing is perfect, but I am perfectly in love. Do I still struggle with my self-esteem? Yes. It’s like any addictive behavior. When you are addicted to self-abusive behavior, it’s something you must keep in check. However, I do love myself and I don’t talk to myself as I used to. I also believe I deserve love and respect.
Do I still struggle with my weight? Yes. That disease will be a life-long struggle. Just like an alcoholic, I have to take it one day at a time.

I encourage you to work towards the best relationship that you deserve. Read, study, but most of all learn about you and affirm yourself. I wish you a great journey in life, love and happiness.

Thank you for reading about me and my life. I hope it helped you in some way gain a better understanding of yourself and perhaps take a step to start changing your life and the way you are loved and love. Blessings, Jaci Rae

From: Candy Apple aka Joan & Stickbird aka Steven

Well I like to say Stickbird aka Steven and Candy Apple aka Joan Have met in person after a whole year of chatting on the Internet. Here’s our story:

Our Meeting

It was the first snow day in the year when I departed to visit Joan. All the way down to Battleboro, Vermont, over 700km, was covered with black ice. There were a lot of cars went to ditch beside the road. I know it is a dangerous day to drive such a long distance. My hands held wheel firmly, my eyes were watching on the road cautiously, my brand new Caliber running smoothly, my thought could not stop imaging how will be when we meet the first time.

Road marks were fading away, one and another. 700, 600, …. 300, it’s getting dark. Winter is not pleasure at all in Canada and north of USA. I crossed New York, it’s Vermont , approaching. Caliber is running happily, it’s strong on the road. What could be? I thought.
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From: Jack
To: Rose
Jack,
I still think of that night…lying on that door in frigid Northern Atlantic waters. I hope you can forgive me for not scooting over and letting you have the other half of the door. I just needed to stretch out.
Love,
Rose

From: Poofy
To: Foxy

Fox of my heart, I know you’ve had a rough day. You went to work, slaved to install someone else’s computers for pay that doesn’t really seem worth it, and then got sick from the dust that was someone else’s job to clean up.

I know that I’m… not that happy with myself right now, and I can only imagine that you’re just as unhappy with me, if not more so.

I also know that today’s your birthday, and I know it shouldn’t be a crappy day. Today, of all days, you should be glad to be alive. Instead, you’re sick, tired, and frustrated.

… But … _I’m_ glad you’re alive. I’m glad that I had the chance to meet you. You’re my support, and I can only pray to whichever gods will listen that I can be the same for you.

I hope today turns into a wonderful day, foxy. I hope the entire world stops for just a moment at some point for you, because you deserve it. You are beautiful, inside and out, and I can think of no greater person on this earth, nor can I think of anyone I’d rather be with, no matter what (even if I epic fail. *winks*).

Happy Birthday, mi amor.

From: Poofy
To: Foxy

Fox of my heart, I know you’ve had a rough day. You went to work, slaved to install someone else’s computers for pay that doesn’t really seem worth it, and then got sick from the dust that was someone else’s job to clean up.

I know that I’m… not that happy with myself right now, and I can only imagine that you’re just as unhappy with me, if not more so.

I also know that today’s your birthday, and I know it shouldn’t be a crappy day. Today, of all days, you should be glad to be alive. Instead, you’re sick, tired, and frustrated.

… But … I’m glad you’re alive. I’m glad that I had the chance to meet you. You’re my support, and I can only pray to whichever gods will listen that I can be the same for you.

I hope today turns into a wonderful day, foxy. I hope the entire world stops for just a moment at some point for you, because you deserve it. You are beautiful, inside and out, and I can think of no greater person on this earth, nor can I think of anyone I’d rather be with, no matter what (even if I epic fail. *winks*).

~ Poofy