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THANK YOU……………..

here is a letter I read on a site called

sothere.com

well..i would like to dedicate this letter to all my friends and family…….( if you can relate to it)

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(Image taken from :  blog.doostang.com)

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I don’t really know how to open this, so I’ll just say it. I love you. You make me feel so much better about my life, and how I live it… you have no idea how much you do for me by just being there… and simply listening to what I have to say when I need someone to. You never judge me. You never get frustrated [more than we both know about…]. And you always say the right things. You make me feel so much better about myself and being around you makes me happy. When we talk my head goes clear and I just love listening to you in those rare moments when you just let go and talk… you put up with me with all of my insecurities, all of my faults, and all of my oddities… and that’s not easy.

I’m not an easy person to be around, I never claimed to be. But you’re one of the few people that repeatedly amazes me… you have endless patience with me, and you never cease to amaze me with how unique a person you are. I don’t deserve the friendship I have with you, much less what I have right now. I don’t think you know how wonderful you really are. You’re kind, you’re sweet. You listen. You’re ADORABLE. You’re smart. You have real opinions and thoughts and values and so many other things about you make you unique. And that separates you from 98% of the population.

You have no idea how many people I have just shut out because of their ignorance or close-mindedness, but you’ll definitely never be one of them. I guess the real reason I’m writing this is to say thank you. Thank you for doing everything you do. Thank you for putting up with me, my insanity, and my constant quest to drive you absolutely crazy. Thank you for being you, for being sweet and non-judgmental, and absolutely everything I could ever hope for. In my entire life all I’ve wanted was to be loved. And you love me… and you complete me. I’m not perfect… I’m far from it… but the fact that I am loved makes me whole. You have no idea how much you mean to me. I love you so much. I don’t know if I could ever say it enough.

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU

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“Like a Rose” – by Switchblade

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Your beauty is like that of a rose,
such delicacy and fragrance that everyone knows,
the loveliness satisfies even the most obscured,
and beauty such as this can’t be described in one word,

The aroma of a rose is so fragrant,
and just like it,you have that same lovable scent,
a scent that can be smelt from miles away,
and must be followed at any time of any day,

Your skin is so soft and gentle,
it has the tenderness of a newly picked rose petal,
a feeling that soothes the very edge of your fingers,
and when not being felt,that soft feeling still lingers,

The thorns contribute to it’s protection,
but this kind of pain gives greater affection,
and just like the thorns,you can also harm,
not only a guys heart,but also his love and his charm,
it all depends on the way you are retrieved,
tenderness and delicacy are what should be achieved,

Your beauty is like that of a rose,
such delicacy and fragrance that everyone knows,
the loveliness satisfies even the most obscured,
and beauty such as this can’t be described in one word

“My Beautiful Friend”- by Emma

You made me laugh when I cried so hard
You gave me bracelets to cover my scars
You held me close when I was so cold
You offered a comforting hand to hold

You picked me up whenever I fell
You showed me heaven when I was blinded by hell
You answered my calls in the darkened night
You gave me the reasons to hold on and fight

You rescued me when I was drowning in pain
You placed me back on the right path again
You loved me forever and stayed by my side
You entered my heart as an angel to guide

You may not be with me so much anymore
But I know you will leave open a beckoning door
I miss you so much but I’ll fight till the end
I love you so much my Bestest friend

“My definition of love”… by Torran Compala

My definition of love…
is different from the book
my definition of love
is more than just a look
love is more than a word
more than a song, more than a note
love is more than a poem
more than anything i’ve wrote
love is reaching out to touch someone
to be sure that they’re there
love is leaning in to kiss someone
to remind them that you care
love is looking her in the eyes
and whispering in her ears
love is cuddling when she cries
and catching all her tears
love is the warmth shared between hugs
when everything else is cold
love is knowing they’ll still be there
when everything else is old
love is hearts beating faster and faster
while everything else is slowed down
love is singing sweet songs to her
even if hundreds are around
love is driving through the rain
to help someone through tough times
love is me wishing that you’ll love me too
wishing you’d be mine
love isn’t just holding hands
love is holding hearts
love isn’t where it ends….
love is where it starts…

Being Yourself Quotes

Worry about your character,
not your reputation because
your character is who you `
are & your reputation is
what people think you are

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have you ever realized that when ..
people say you’ve changed
it’s just because you’ve stopped
living your life … their way

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I’m nowhere near perfect
I eat when I’m bored
I fall for boys too easily
I’m vulnerable to their lies
I’m hoping that one day
someone can get to know me
without me getting into a long story
I live by quotes that explain exactly what I’m going through
I make excuses for everything in my life
I’m not perfect
and I’m glad
because I think that would make me extremely boring

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Most people don’t know who they are.
That’s why they lie. They’re afraid someone
else will figure it out before they do

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I’m not always as confident as I seem … there are many nights and many days when all I want is to be held. I love being held. Always. Sometimes I don’t want to talk about what is bothering me … sometimes I just want a hug … someone who will let me cry. I like when boys cry in front of me — when people aren’t afraid to show what they’re really feeling. I don’t like when people run from their true feelings because it doesn’t do anyone any good. I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I am not naive. I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I am all too familiar with what it means to be hurt. I know what it’s like to see something funny and not laugh. I’ve been taken advantage of, used, and abused. My feelings have been blatantly disregarded. But I still believe that all people are good at heart … and my trust in people has not diminished. To be completely honest, I hope it never does. Ever.

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“It hurts to look at yourself in the mirror and hate yourself, look into the mirror and wonder what ever happened to that smile that used to shine so bright. When you look at yourself, you see this version of “you” that your mind has created, someone that has become so distant and cold that nobody wants to be around her. Empty eyes. Fragile bones. The only thing you have left are the lies you tell yourself everyday to survive, lies that have become your painful reality, lies that will swallow you whole and crush your insides, lies that have turned you into someone you never wanted to be..”

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What I say and what I feel are 2 entirely different things. That’s just the way I am

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“This is who I am. Nobody said you had to like it.”

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You can love me, hate me, resent me, respect me, but you have to accept me for me, because that’s all ill ever be

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Cling to your imperfections… They’re what makes you unique

Tiny Love Stories

I have taken some of my fav tiny love stories out of the 60 stories….from site

http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/11/20/60-tiny-love-stories-to-make-you-smile/

While all of them were amazing these are my favourites 🙂

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Today, my 75-year-old grandpa who has been blind from cataracts for almost 15 years said to me, “Your grandma is just the most beautiful thing, isn’t she?” I paused for a second and said, “Yes she is. I bet you miss seeing that beauty on a daily basis.” “Sweety,” my grandpa said, “I still see her beauty every day. In fact, I see it more now than I used to when we were young.”

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Today, I walked my daughter down the aisle. Ten years ago I pulled a 14 year old boy out of his mom’s fire-engulfed SUV after a serious accident. Doctors initially said he would never walk again. My daughter came with me several times to visit him at the hospital. Then she started going on her own. Today, seeing him defy the odds and smile widely, standing on his own two feet at the altar as he placed a ring on my daughter’s finger

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Today, I told my 18 year old grandson that nobody asked me to prom when I was in high school, so I didn’t attend. He showed up at my house this evening dressed in a tuxedo and took me as his date to his prom.

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Today, when she woke up from an eleven month coma, she kissed me and said, “Thank you for being here, and telling me those beautiful stories, and never giving up on me… And yes, I will marry you.” MMT

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Today, I operated on a little girl. She needed O- blood. We didn’t have any, but her twin brother has O- blood. I explained to him that it was a matter of life and death. He sat quietly for a moment, and then said goodbye to his parents. I didn’t think anything of it until after we took his blood and he asked, “So when will I die?” He thought he was giving his life for hers. Thankfully, they’ll both be fine.

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Today, my dad is the best dad I could ask for. He’s a loving husband to my mom (always making her laugh), he’s been to every one of my soccer games since I was 5 (I’m 17 now), and he provides for our family as a construction foreman. This morning when I was searching through my dad’s toolbox for a pliers, I found a dirty folded up paper at the bottom. It was an old journal entry in my dad’s handwriting dated exactly one month before the day I was born. It reads, “I am eighteen years old, an alcoholic who is failing out of college, a past cutter, and a child abuse victim with a criminal record of auto theft. And next month, ‘teen father’ will be added to the list. But I swear I will make things right for my little girl. I will be the dad I never had.” And I don’t know how he did it, but he did it.

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Today, I re-read the suicide letter I wrote on the afternoon of September 2nd 1996 about two minutes before my girlfriend showed up at my door and told me, “I’m pregnant.” Suddenly I felt I had a reason to live. Today she’s my wife. We’ve been happily married for 14 years. And my daughter, who is almost 15 now, has two younger brothers. I re-read my suicide letter from time to time as a reminder to be thankful – I am thankful I got a second chance at life and love.

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Today, a woman who must have her voicebox removed due to cancer is enrolled in my sign language class. Her husband, four children, two sisters, brother, mother, father, and twelve close friends are also enrolled in the same class so they can communicate with her after she loses her ability to speak aloud.

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Today, due to Alzheimer’s and dementia, my grandfather usually can’t remember who my grandmother is when he wakes up in the morning. It bothered my grandmother a year ago when it first happened, but now she’s fully supportive of his condition. In fact, she plays a game every day in which she tries to get my grandfather to ask her to re-marry him before dinnertime. She hasn’t failed yet.

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Today, I sat down with my two daughters, ages 4 and 6, to explain to them that we have to move out of our 4 bedroom house and into a 2 bedroom apartment for awhile until I can find another job that pays well. My daughters looked at each other for a moment and then my youngest daughter turned to me and asked, “Are we all moving into the apartment together?” “Yes,” I replied. “Oh, so no big deal then,” she said

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Today, I’m only 17, but I’ve been with my boyfriend, Jake, for 3 years, and last night was the first time we spent the night together. We’ve never ‘done it,’ and we didn’t last night either. Instead, we baked cookies, watched two comedies, laughed, played Xbox and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Despite the warnings from my parents, he’s been nothing but a gentleman and a best friend.

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Today, my mother passed away after a long battle with cancer.  My best friend lives 2000 miles away and called to comfort me.  While on the phone, he asked, “What would you do if I showed up at your house and gave you the biggest hug in the world?”  “I would surely smile,” I replied.  And then he rang my doorbell.

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