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Girl meets boy. The girl and the boy went on dates. From first, second and so on, then steady dating. The girl fall in love with his green eyes and everything. Vice versa. The boy did not know any reason why he loved the girl. He said, it just came. No butterflies but there was a feeling of love inside. Few months after, the boy went to the jewelry store and bought a ring, 24 carats diamond. He knelled down in front of the girl surrounded by many friends and he asked her to marry him. The girl said, "yes..." with her widest smile that reached the road to Monte Carlo. She was stunned, surprised and marked her calendar as the happiest moment in her life. She was very happy everyday,  wearing her content smiles. She planned for her wedding.  She contacted the best wedding coordinator in town. Expensive, you say? Yes, posh. She chose her perfect wedding gown. White shoes. And, everything. The boy did handle the budget. If the girl asked for anything, he was responsible enough to gave without a question. The day of the wedding came. She wore her so called perfect white-laced wedding dress with her beautiful smile in front of her groom. The groom himself was quite handsome like a lad from a Royal blood. In front of the pastor and many other witnesses, they shared the litany of the marriage ceremony or the wedding vows... 

"Entreat me not to leave you, or to return from following after you, For where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God. And where you die, I will die and there I will be buried. May the Lord do with me and more if anything but death parts you from me"

Ceremony ended. Foods and beverages were tasteful. And, everyone was very happy for the couple. The wedding had ended. So, the real life began. Few months after, the girl was contented and so happy with her husband until she stumbled upon her high-school sweetheart way back then. The girl's feeling towards her husband was clouded with the thoughts, "Did I marry my soul mate?" or she meant to be for someone from her past? Confusion and doubts colored her heart. Her high-school sweetheart pursued her to leave her husband and lived with him. Her husband was angry at first to know her plan. He was betrayed and dishonored but forgave her because of the reason that he loved her so much. Her husband fought and begged her to saved their marriage. But, the girl was too vulnerable for the other. So, she left him and lived with her high-school sweetheart. The husband's heart was crying for pain and hurt. The wreckage of pain was undeniably painful. He thought somebody brought a ship of large needles to pricked his heart. However, he recovered and went for another turn. Several months after, he went out again. He found someone, somebody with an awesome heart who help him healed the pain. The new girl's way of loving was explicit but sweet. Thoughtful and made him feel that love is lovelier the second person around. He was back to life again. Four months after, he received a call from his former wife. She confessed and asked for forgiveness. While crying on phone, she asked him if they could met somewhere. They met. She told him that she was wrong of leaving him and her high-school sweetheart was not really meant for her. If he could give her another chance to start again. He just looked at her and said, "I found someone else, already".

The girl wept. He told her about the divorce paper. The girl ran away and hid to a lonely place.

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  1. about marriage---we really have to be careful. It's a major event and as such, it;s life changing--could lead you to heaven or hell. so take caution.....

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  2. The pattern sounds like all my bad decisions, which seem to be all of my decisions :-) (only that I never took a marriage decision).
    It's hard for the heart to live without the filter of the mind, and it's harder for the heart to actually live WITH the filter of the mind ... The map of our decisions seem to be the map of the things we must go through.

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  3. How sad. If she had honored her commitment she would not have broken her husband's heart and then found herself brokenhearted also.

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  4. oh sad for the girl. it shows that marriage is commitment, love and trust.

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  5. [*sigh*]--how sad!

    on a lighter note, It's so nice to see you back online again MLM!

    Have a safe and fun Halloween! Take care. =)

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  6. I finally found your blog, Mys! It's good to see you back in blogland..

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