What does it mean to you?

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after
her, while he was 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 liked 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, 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 to forget
but to forgive
not to see
but understand
not to hear
but to listen
not to let go
but to HOLD ON !!!!

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.

The Power of Holding Hands

I was sitting on a beach one summer day, watching two children, a boy and a girl, playing in the sand.
They were hard at work building an elaborate sandcastle by the water's edge, with gates and towers and moats and internal passages.
Just when they had nearly finished their project, a big wave came along and knocked it down, reducing it to a heap of wet sand.

I expected the children to burst into tears, devastated by what had happened to all their hard work. But they surprised me.
Instead, they ran up the shore away from the water, laughing and holding hands, and sat down to build another castle.
I realized that they had taught me an important lesson.
All the things in our lives, all the complicated structures we spend so much time and energy creating, are built on sand.
Only our relationships to other people endure.
Sooner or later, the wave will come along and knock down what we have worked so hard to build up.
When that happens, only the person who has somebody's hand to hold will be able to laugh.

Life...

How's life.....
10 th Grade
As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called 'best friend'.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it. After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.
She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don t want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end,
it was her. She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how her
love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come over because
she didn't want to be alone, So I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa,
I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss
on the cheek..
I want to tell her, I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don t know why.

Senior year
One fine day she walked to my locker.
"My date is sick" she said, "he's not gonna go" well,
I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'.
So we did. That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as She smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- "I had the best time,
thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don t want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

Graduation.
A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and
gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don t want to be just friend! s,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

Marriage.
Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
and drive off to her new life,
married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't see me like that,
and I knew it.
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said 'you came !'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

Death.
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine;
but he doesn't no! tice me like that,
and I know it. I want to tell him,
I want him to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me !
.........'I wish I did too...'
I thought to my self, and I cried.

Do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them.
They won't be there...................Forever.