the best kind of love

I have a friend who is falling in love. She honestly claims the sky is bluer. Mozart moves her to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl.

“I’m young again!” she shouts exuberantly.

As my friend raves on about her new love, I’ve taken a good look at my old one. My husband of almost 20 years, Scott, has gained 15 pounds. Once a marathon runner, he now runs only down hospital halls. His hairline is receding and his body shows the signs of long working hours and too many candy bars. Yet he can still give me a certain look across a restaurant table and I want to ask for the check and head home.

When my friend asked me “What will make this love last?” I ran through all the obvious reasons: commitment, shared interests, unselfishness, physical attraction, communication. Yet there’s more. We still have fun. Spontaneous good times. Yesterday, after slipping the rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, Scott flipped it playfully at me: this led to an all-out war. Last Saturday at the grocery, we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkout first. Even washing dishes can be a blast. We enjoy simply being together.

And there are surprises. One time I came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note, then another, until I reached the walk-in closet. I opened the door to find Scott holding a “pot of gold” (my cooking kettle) and the “treasure” of a gift package. Sometimes I leave him notes on the mirror and little presents under his pillow.

There is understanding. I understand why he must play basketball with the guys. And he understands why, once a year, I must get away from the house, the kids -and even him -to meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop talking and laughing.

There is sharing. Not only do we share household worries and parental burdens - we also share ideas. Scott came home from a convention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel. Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction, he had read the novel on the plane. He touched my heart when he explained it was because he wanted to be able to exchange ideas about the book after I’d read it.

There is forgiveness. When I’m embarrasssingly loud and crazy at parties, Scott forgives me. When he confessed losing some of our savings in the stock market, I gave him a hug and said, “It’s okay. It’s only money.”

There is sensitivity. Last week he walked through the door with that look that tells me it’s been a tough day. After he spent some time with the kids, I asked him what happened. He told me about a 60-year-old woman who’d had a stroke. He wept as he recalled the woman’s husband standing beside her bed, caressing her hand. How was he going to tell this husband of 40 years that his wife would probably never recover? I shed a few tears myself. Because of the medical crisis. Because there were still people who have been married 40 years. Because my husband is still moved and concerned after years of hospital rooms and dying patients.

There is faith. Last Tuesday a friend came over and confessed her fear that her husband is losing his courageous battle with cancer. On Wednesday I went to lunch with a friend who is struggling to reshape her life after divorce. On Thursday a neighbor called to talk about the frightening effects of Alzheimer’s disease on her father-in-law’s personality. On Friday a childhood friend called long-distance to tell me her father had died. I hung up the phone and thought, this is too much heartache for one week. Through my tears, as I went out to run some errands, I noticed the boisterous orange blossoms of the gladiolus outside my window. I heard the delighted laughter of my son and his friend as they played. I caught sight of a wedding party emerging from a neighbor’s house. The bride, dressed in satin and lace, tossed her bouquet to her cheering friends. That night, I told my husband about these events. We helped each other acknowledge the cycles of life and that the joys counter the sorrows. It was enough to keep us going.

Finally, there is knowing. I know Scott will throw his laundry just shy of the hamper every night; he’ll be late to most appointments and eat the last chocolate in the box. He knows that I sleep with a pillow over my head; I’ll lock us out of the house at a regular basis, and I will also eat the last chocolate.

I guess our love lasts because it is comfortable. No, the sky is not bluer: it’s just a familiar hue. We don’t feel particularly young: we’ve experienced too much that has contributed to our growth and wisdom, taking its toll on our bodies, and created our memories.

I hope we’ve got what it takes to make our love last. As a bride, I had Scott’s wedding band engraved with Robert Browning’s line “Grow old along with me!” We’re following those instructions.

“If anything is real, the heart will make it plain.”

I really want to tell you I really miss you

Know why life how busy or forget you
Whenever a rest when the brain is always appear your shadow
I think they got delusions
The dream can always find your shadow
If you have never leave
Like always accompany in my side
In reality we have already become the stranger
Be a dream
I want to keep this dream has been forever more
Always accompanied me so
Dream of you is a kind of happiness
Leaving you is a kind of said not to come out of pain
No one know I such pain
Nor did I understand why such pain

All this only my good interpretation
Pain is not others but yourself
Everything is only oneself can bear
Cruelty of reality in the dream happiness
There are only endless thoughts
There are only tears secretly at night
There are only very obviously want to cry but also pretending to be very strong
And pretend to be happy at
It’s nothing but give oneself to find a reason to escape
Just give psychological a little comfort
You know I never forget
Just put him buried in the bottom of my heart
When no one take out again
Remember that dream
Recall that the man
Remember once dribs and drabs
Then tell yourself, oneself can’t cry
Then tell yourself, you have to forget
Which one left just cry
Leaving only moist eye
I shouldn’t have this kind of dream
I really can not let go
You have already is my heart the most soft place
Is also one of my dreams
I really want to tell you I really miss you
I really want to tell you I really love you
I want to tell you I don’t want you not happy

the girl became the mistress

I’m Miss Li Fu servant girl, I’m a peach, I served lady named Li Zhixiang, and she and I grew up together, feeling with sisters, she fell in love with a poor scholar Liu Zhe, but master has been betrothed to the general’s office, miss Lu Ming. Although master Lu Ming is the capital of the talented and romantic scholar, but miss thinking of poor scholar unwilling to marry other people! Now the LORD was angry to miss locked in the room, two days later to marry in the past! Miss crying red eyes. “Peaches, I don’t marry Shogun master, I want to escape, you help me!" Look at the lady crying red eyes, I don’t have the heart to refuse. The lady and I changed clothes, while dinner lady left. Thus miss out Li Fu. Master in two days morning found Miss not see, so furious anxious like ants on a hot pan! Have a look my master said: “the peach, from now on you miss, you a lifetime to do Li Zhixiang. The spring son, Liu Fu Miss back room locker!" I was shocked: “master, peach don’t marry, sir." Be of no avail
So I married into a general mansion inexplicable into Mrs. lu! Wedding day Lu Ming drunk. “Oh, my head off ah, Li Zhixiang, you look good. Don’t want to marry you, and now you feel good, I like!" “Hey, you don’t come." Lu Ming: “Hey what Hello, my name is Lu Ming, now is your husband, why can’t I come, today is our wedding festivities night ah." “You don’t come!" In an instant, I was Lu Mingya in the body. Let not me any resistance Lu Ming has taken possession of me?
So I began to Renqi married life. The indifferent to me Lu Ming on weekdays. Only at night. He is passionate! Finally unbearable: “Hello, Lu home gentleman, why are you always a passerby look like? I don’t owe you what, what are you doing this to me?" Lu Ming: “Li Zhixiang, don’t think you marry into our general house I want your people you can control me, don’t let I hate you!" “You……" It pissed me off
Lu Mingya was again in the body, I didn’t resist this time, but the tears. He stopped and looked at me and said: “Li Zhixiang, you mean? What do you cry!" I couldn’t help it said: “the day you have been cold to me at night can also like this, you don’t love me, don’t mess with me!" Lu Ming: “I’m a shock, I regard you as her." I a surprised: “who is she?" “He is my most loving woman, her name is Tian Zhenyu, I love her more than anything, but she doesn’t come back married that night I see you like to see the same enrollment language. I think her a night, so……" “So you have been to me as she is?" Lu Ming sorry. Lu Ming put on his coat and went out of the room
Lu Ming after that never came to my room, courtyard met is not to avoid. The sum Niang see the relationship between us let me take her handmade sweet scented osmanthus cake to his study. I carried the sweet scented osmanthus cake knocked on his door no answer. I thought he didn’t come back, just waiting for him at the door, perhaps this is the summer I was sweating, standing for a long time a bit dizzy, just want to go back to rest. But see Lu Ming back, ready to go but didn’t want to stand for too long, the foot is faint, sweet scented osmanthus cake also fell to the ground. Then what all don’t know
Wake up in bed, sitting next to a group of people, just remember. Mother said: “the children, to lay down all blame mother let you send sweet scented osmanthus cake almost got you lost a child." “What, me?" Mother: “is, you want to be mother, already two months. Ming, you even can’t go, take good care of the children." Lu Ming. The sum Niang Xiang son: “you rest, sum Niang out first. "
Lu Ming, I know you doesn’t love me, so I don’t want this child. Lu Ming: “why?" “I don’t want my child was born without a father." Lu Ming: “Zhi Xiang, you listen to me, okay?" “I’m tired you out of here."
Lu Ming: “Zhi Xiang, you believe me, I’m in love with you. I am far away from you is afraid he can not give you happiness, now we have a baby, I think the three of us together forever! Zhi Xiang, I can not do without you!" Two people cry on each other’s shoulder regret the past do not know how to cherish and love
A year after Li Zhixiang and Lu Ming’s son was born a bright, a family of three living a happy life! At the beginning of the pretty girl single gorgeous into women.

say thanks to the good times

South of April, sweet spring rain, the sun scattered, petty sunlight between the green trees in the park. The air was filled with the aromatic resuscitation, spending over a hundred herbs, scattered around the stems are communication before pass by. Although the inevitable dip Qingming Festival with thread, even the grief into the tomb. In our years continued grave people leave life, when beauty still bloom, we should put the good life, don’t take their legacy of hope.

Good April, for me, spring is the best time. The world in April day, I said my April day at the moment is the immediate landscape, flowers, a boat, a lake, a pavilion • • • a person’s mood, seven people together, I just take a pass by the scenery. The lost won’t lost, meet the king met. The scene here will not change, and our good times will pass. I’m ashamed, I can’t draw, nor poetry, only to take it, to become a permanent memory storage.
The warm sunshine, full of nature’s decoration, find a shadow of themselves in here. Want to go for a walk, see, see the sea, see the temple • • I think that I will go to achieve, just not now, our life will be a lot of adhering to, will also have a lot of problems. But this time, I only wish to do and cherish, I will cherish the present scene, cherish friendship. Go find those tenacious of life on the road, to show their wonderful. Lush forest, find good things between you inadvertently, so we must learn to cherish, cherish these casual beauty, there are the rare meeting, this valuable friendship.
Go to a friendly Ting place slowly, is facing the broad lake, an island opposite, I heard the sound of a ship and occasionally, stay here more people. I climbed over the fence, walked a long ladder sat Hale slate, bathed in the rays of the gentle breeze, listen to the sound. The lake became emotional, I was listening to the lake, hear it scream. In the time flies, I inadvertently in the heart to a little relief, like this season April day. When I can think of a person, I today inadvertently think of you day back to you. I don’t want to let the tears stained moisten my face, please forgive me for not saying good-bye, because any time, I do not want to go to touch your distance. Hello, goodbye.
With time, with beauty, facing the sun, on the road ahead. We age still singing, bright sun shines, the a April day to thank the good time.

Standing opposite of happiness

March , though it is cloudy weather , the sun and the warm sun on the body , still very comfortable, warm very intimate , like the warmth of home, peace of mind happy . I understand that this day is not much , in the spring , and here is always so short, a few days , a few days only, you can use an hourly basis , which can withstand breakdown undisciplined .
This place , wind, Tian An , dust filled , empty , lonely, deserted rare . However , it is a place I had dreamed . In order , the dream of a stable , to a steadily happiness.
After extreme effort, I finally stood up here. Although only one person , isolated and helpless , but I’m still in my heart with gratitude , I can stand here and do what you like to work , enjoy the life you want . I believe that in the near future, I ‘ll be glad I’m choice. The place for people like me , yearning for freedom , but also afraid of freedom. A lonely heart , a restless soul , must find a suitable place to put down roots , on the contrary , can only be beyond redemption. Why bother , why make things difficult for yourself ?
Due to the heavy industry base, spring, where the sand is large, mouth to drink of the sand , the rise will make your eyes blurred Pushuo . The weight of the body on cold inflammation , but here insisted insisted , one day, ten days. . . Because of this , I am determined, I do not want another brief stop here, I want to take root , based on this , a year , ten years . . . So, what of these sand . Another bumpy winding road , as long as I want to go , they can be very far away , very practical to finish , even if , along the way there is no scenery to speak of, there is no final end , wear walking shoes , feet frayed , but also to go on. You look to you ? The road before me is so difficult, full of thorns , I still survived , though already is black and blue , you can at least I’m still alive , so count very strong ?
These days, particularly trying situation truthfully tell Mom and Dad, and now her daughter work and life is good , do not want to miss Auntie . However , it is such a word, perhaps forever unspeakable . In the eyes of their parents , I had no more fuel-efficient lights . A woman , a marriage is a lifetime change . Or is stable I, or is wandering life , either you explain again how vain , blame yourself, independent of others. If the marriage fails, the woman must pay a heavy price. Lost not just marriage , but all trust and hope. I must admit that the people were confused layers of marriage , hard struggle, perhaps, can never get rid of, failures bring me pain and remorse . All through my past who are now happy , only my life miserable , but not in person and premise . Like being isolated as I can see their every move through the window , and whom touches or sentimental , but they never do not want to see more of me here , they will not know that I was in the distance so seriously with them .
Today, I am a man standing on this piece of empty land , watching the grass grow , birds are flying , wind blowing through the flowers , green branches . I will look forward to , would expect , the opposite of everything seen as a happy scene. At this moment, I’m still paranoid to believe that I was standing opposite of happiness , as long as I stretched hand , you can hit . Some time ago , I really do not have any hope , not to expect anything, even if it is just a very ordinary desire , I will retreat three feet . I think that the good does not belong to me , maybe , I do not deserve . Low self-esteem really is not self-pity , but , again, fear of disappointment , losing again. The kind of painful experience , no one can understand , no one can substitute . Then why now go near ? Really want to sing out loud , as if to jump up and tell myself, no matter how difficult life , but also a good place to go on. Some ascetic , calm and frankly some of the .
Time , not because of the good and slow down , it will not be for the suffering of faltering . No earlier than late, fast nor slow , everything is just right.