When You Fall In Love

November 8, 2006 at 2:30 pm (Articles, Love)

When You FALL IN LOVE
(Debunking the Myths That Are Driving You Crazy)
By: Bo Sanchez

This article isn’t for teenagers only. Falling in love happens to the young and the not-so-young. (Did you see 42-year-old Tom Cruise jump up and down Oprah’s couch because of Katie?) It happens to everyone. Fat, thin, tall, short, intelligent, uneducated, holy, not so holy, dark, white, yellow, green… it doesn’t really matter. All of us fall in love. And we get stuck in myths that drive us absolutely crazy.

My goal is to debunk these myths and convince you not to believe in them. Let’s begin…

Myth 1: Love will conquer all.

Let me qualify.

This is such a tricky myth. Because love, as defined by the Bible, will conquer all. But love, as defined by glazed-eyed lovers, will not. If you believe in this myth, you might do the following:

You overlook major obstacles in your relationship. Everyone you know is wondering why you chose that creature from outer space as your boyfriend. Your bestfriends are telling you to get rid of him. Your family is telling you to throw him out of a running vehicle.

Aling Rosa of the sari-sari store across the street is telling you to lace his drink with poison. But you won’t, because you’re in love. That’s why there are songs entitled, “you and me against the world.”

Your bestbuds comment, “but he’s been jobless for the past three years!”And you say, “He’s free-spirited. He feels boxed in when he’s in the office.” (in other words, he’s undisciplined, lazy bum.)

Your officemates say, “He flirts with other women constantly!” and you say, “No, he’s just friendly.” (in other words, he’s a pervert)

Your cousins say, ‘He’s taking drugs, He’s got needle marks all over his arm. And you say, “No, he’s into cross stitching.”

You overstay in toxic relationships, believing that your love will change him. The wedding doesn’t transform anyone. Even if three Popes officiate the wedding. The person you’ll march with into the church will be the same person you’ll march with out of the church. He doesn’t change one bit.
In fact, the marriage makes the hidden more obvious. If he was selfish before he got married, he will be even more selfish after the wedding. If he was hypercritical before he got married, he’ll even be more vile and prolific with his criticisms after wedding.

Here’s the truth: you need more than feelings of love to make a relationship work. You need mature character, total commitment and minimum level of compatibility. Especially compatibility in the area of values and mission in life. I hear people say, “We’re compatible. Our names begin with the same letter J. My name is Julie and his name is Julio. We’re both born in July.” Wow. That’s so deep, I want to cry.

Myth 2: When it’s true love, you will know the moment you meet the other person.

I’m sure you’ve had this experience before.

You are in a crowded room. You’re surrounded by boring, noisy chatter when, suddenly, this gorgeous guy enters the door. Your eyes meet. Instantly, time stands still. The universe grinds to a halt. Except for this attractive man in front of you, everything in your vision becomes a giant blur. The hubbub of the crowd becomes a soft muffle and, from out of nowhere, you here gentle violin music from the background.

One week later, he’s your boyfriend. A few weeks later, you discover that your boyfriend’s a pathological liar, buried in credit card debt, borrows money from all his girlfriends (you’re his eight in six months).

Your mind says, “Dump him.” Your heart says, “But it was love at first sight!”

Here are the consequences:

You become so focused on the magical first moment, you become blind to the dark side of the relationship.

Six out of seven days, you’re fighting with your boyfriend.

But you can’t give him up because you met each other in such a magical moment. Your car keys fell and he picked it up, and then your eyes met, you smelled his deodorant, and you dropped your keys again. How can you not be meant for each other?

You become a love-at-first-sight junkie that you could miss out on the ‘real thing’.

One intelligent woman told me, “Bo, there’s this guy who’s courting me. He’s okay. He’s kind, he’s responsible, he has a good job…”

“I could hear a ‘but’ coming ,” I said.

“But there are no sparks!” she bit her lip.

“No violin music playing in the background huh”

“None. When I see him, the background music I hear is lululalu-lalulalulalei…”

“Listen. You don’t need a magical first moment to meet our potential husband. The important things are mature character, financial responsibility, ability for commitment, compatible mission and values…”

I actually met this girl again on her wedding, and before she marched down the aisle, she whispered to me, “Do you hear the violin music, Bo? It’s loud and clear.”

It doesn’t have to be love at first sight. In fact, marriages with the least adjustments are those between friends who’ve known each other for years before they realize that they’re good marriage material.

What is love at first sight? Many times, it’s lust at first sight. Or infatuation at first sight. Don’t give it too much weight.

Here’s the truth: it takes a moment to experience infatuation but true love takes a lifetime.

Myth 3: If it is true love, you will feel this way for each other forever.

No, you won’t. Here are the consequences for believing this myth:

You panic when the feelings wane, and wonder whether the marriage is over and whether you really loved one another in the first place.

Imagine the night of your honeymoon. Your new bride is sleeping. The cotton curtains are gently swaying in the cool breeze. You gaze at her lovely face. You study her soft cheeks. Her long eyelashes. Her beautiful nose, her parted red lips.

And all of a sudden, she snores. “Ngggggggooork…”

How do you react? Because it’s your honeymoon, you say, “How cute.”

Six months down the road, the same scene transpires. Your wife is sleeping. And the same cotton curtains are gently swaying in the cool breeze.

And you hear her snore. “Ngggggoork…”

What do you say? “Ssssssheeeesh, Honey! You sound like a boat!”

What has happened? The feelings have gone. Let me say this: “That’s normal. It happens to everyone. But it doesn’t mean your love is gone so don’t panic!”

You can make a decision to love the snoring boat.

You start blaming your partner for the loss of love This is nutty.

But many people do it: when we don’t feel in love, we think it’s the fault of the other person. And so we fight him.

Again, we fall out of love because we’re human beings. It’s nobody’s fault. The moment you fall out of love, the real work begins .

Let me explain.

This is the most important point I’m going to make. (I got this from Scott Peck in his bestseller book, The Road Less traveled) Falling in love isn’t love.

Here’s why. When you fall in love…

  • No decision is required. Falling in love just happens.
  • No effort is required. Falling in love is like… well, falling.
  • No hard work is required. Falling in love is being bitten by the love bug.

On the other hand, true love requires all three: decision, effort and lots of hard work.

In the Bible, love is a command. You make it happen.

Sure true love can only happen after you’ve fallen out of love.

When you begin choosing to love, even if you don’t feel like doing it, that’s true love. And that’s the foundation of a lasting marriage.

Myth 4: Your partner will fulfill you completely.

Again because falling in love satisfied you completely, you want the same satisfaction to last. No it won’t.

Consequence? You might fail to recognize a good relationship because your partner isn’t fulfilling the needs you should be fulfilling yourself.

Here’s the truth: the right partner will fulfill many of your needs but not all of them.

There are just some things your husband can’t give you: you’re self-worth. Your spirituality. Your inner happiness. These are things you have to work on your own.

I’ve met lots of people who think they’re dissatisfied with their marriage. In reality, they’re dissatisfied with themselves.

I’ve met lots of people who think they’re bored with their marriages. And they complain to the high heavens how boring their husband or wife is — when in truth, they’re really bored with life.

Meet your own needs. Find your happiness in God. Find your niche, your calling, your destiny. And then share your joy with your spouse.

Myth 5: If it’s true love, you won’t be attracted to anyone else.

If you believe in this myth, you panic when you get attracted to someone else, questioning the authenticity of your love for your spouse.

One man told me, “Bo, I love my wife. Or I thought I did. But then I met this woman at work. She has nice hair. She smells nice. She wears a pencil-cut skirt. When I go home, my wife is wearing a drab rag. Her hair is undone. She smells of vinegar. Gosh I am attracted to this girl at work.”

Being attracted to someone is normal — even if you have a happy marriage. But being attracted doesn’t mean falling into adultery.

Every time you think of the other woman, discipline your heart and say, “Home, boy, Home!” and escort your heart back to your wife. Because if you feed your attraction with fantasies and constantly think about the other woman, it grows. But if you starve your attraction, it dies a natural death.

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Life and Coffee

July 21, 2006 at 2:31 pm (Life)

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university lecturer. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the lecturer went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said: “If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.”

“What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other’s cups.”

“Now, if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life, but the quality of life doesn’t change.”

“Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it.”

Don’t let the cups drive you… enjoy the coffee.

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July 21, 2006 at 10:15 am (Life, Love)

Bo Sanchez is always worth reading and listening to. We were going to Hong Kong that day. I was going to preach for three days but had two extra days to be with my family. Picture us at the airport: My wife carrying our baby in her arms, my eldest son bouncing about like a rabbit and announcing to the whole world, “I’m going to Hong Kong Disneyland!” And the poor skinny father? Straining to push eight massive bags on a wobbly cart with a stubborn right wheel. (I’ve noticed that these deranged carts supernaturally end up with me wherever I go.) That was when we heard the crying. Correction. Not crying. But spine-chilling, lung-busting screaming. Two kids were holding onto their mother. They were separated by four-foot tall steel bars. But to those distraught children, those steel bars represented two years of being without their mother – the contract of a domestic helper in Hong Kong. Four small arms clutching, grabbing, not letting go. The whole world heard their pleading scream, “Mommy, please don’t go! Please don’t go!” I’ll never forget the mother’s pained, tortured face – as though a knife was ripping through her body. My wife cried openly. I wept inside and held onto my kids more closely. That was two days ago. Yesterday, the story continued… Those Small Arms Continue to Reach Out Yesterday was Sunday. And I walked around Central. If you don’t know Hong Kong, Central is where thousands upon thousands of Filipina Domestic Helpers congregate. They sit on sidewalks. They sit on overpasses. They sit by storefronts. I walked passed one woman who was reading a handwritten letter. The handwriting was obviously a child’s penmanship. I walked passed another listening to a little cassette player – not to listen to music – but to a voice of a kid telling stories. But what broke my heart was the news given to me by Shirley, the head of one organization that tries to help them get financial education. I was shocked by what she said. “Brother Bo, out of our 700 members who are married, 80% are already separated from their husbands.” Families aren’t designed for prolonged separation. They’re not just made for that. We’re supposed to spend time together. 6 Steps to Spending More Time with Your Family No Matter How Busy You Are “Bo, why are you telling me this? I’m not in Hong Kong. I’m living with my family under one roof.” Listen. Yes, you’re not in Hong Kong. But if you don’t have time for your family – and your heart is not focused on them – you might as well be in another country. You could be physically present – but are you emotionally present as well? Let me share with you five important steps you could take to become more emotionally present with them… Step #1: Be Close. I’m still in Hong Kong as I write this piece. It’s five in the morning as I type this article in bed. And my little family is literally around me because we’re all sleeping on one bed. Yes, we’ve become one mass jumble of intertwined humanity – our limbs, legs and arms crisscrossing each other. And that’s when I realize – gosh, I don’t know how blessed I am. Why? Here I am with my family. I feel their skin. I smell their scents. We’re so close, I feel their breath. And yet I’m surrounded by 148,000 domestic helpers here in Hong Kong that have been away from their families for months, for years, for decades. And for those who’ve separated – forever. Let me say it again: We don’t know how blessed we are. We complain that our families are nutty. But we don’t understanding how blessed we are to have them close enough to experience their nuttiness. We complain about our petty quarrels, our cold wars, our dysfunctionality. But whose family isn’t dysfunctional? I’ve talked to some people here in Hong Kong who would give anything to be with their families again – even for just one day of nuttiness. The first step is to be more emotionally present to your family is to actually be physically present to them. Be close! You need to know how precious your family is – and treat them that way. You need to see them as your true wealth – that nothing is more precious than your relationships. Step #2: Be Deliberate. Because you need to protect this treasure or they get stolen from you. No matter how busy I am, I schedule a weekly romantic date with my spouse. Yes, I actually write it down in my appointment book and treat it like a meeting with the President of the Philippines. These weekly nights are blocked off for the entire year. Nothing can touch it, except some dire emergency. Why? Because if my marriage fails, everything else stands to fail as well: My ministry, my businesses, my soul… So it is an emergency that I bring her out every week. I also schedule a weekly date with my kids. I believe parents need to do these one-on-one dates with each of their kids. Unless of course you’ve got 18 children and may need to bring them out by two’s or three’s. Sometimes my son and I just walk around the village and talk. It doesn’t have to be big. But swapping stories and opening our hearts to one another on a consistent basis is already very big to them. It means they matter to you – that you value them – and you’ll see their self-esteem grow. Step #3: Be Expressive. I tell my wife “I love you” seven times a day. I hug my kids countless of times a day. At night, I tell my kids, “I’m so proud you’re my son. I’m so proud I’m your Daddy. You’re a genius. You’re a loving boy. You’re an incredibly gifted young man…” This is true. I have met 40-year olds who long to hear these words from their parents – “I’m proud of you,” and feel an empty space – like a gaping wound in their souls because their parents have never told them this. Don’t do that to your kids. And before I forget: Praise your kids seven times a day. And praise your spouse seven times a day. I’m not kidding. It will revolutionize your marriage. If I say, “Criticize your spouse seven times a day,” I bet you’d say, “Kaunti naman. I do that already.” But that’s the problem. We don’t realize that when we criticize our spouses, we actually destroy our marriage bit by bit – not just our spouses. But when you praise and honor your spouse – you build up your marriage. It can be very simple stuff: Ang sarap ng luto mo ngayon, Hon. I thank God He gave you to me. You’re so hardworking. I love it when I see you play with the kids. You know how to make me happy. Ganda mo ngayon. Keep on doing this and you’ll see changes in your life and your marriage you thought were not possible. Let me say it again: Praise your spouse – and your children – seven times a day. Step #4: Be Deep. Your weekly dates shouldn’t just be watching movies, eating out and going home. Talk deep. Talk about your feelings. Enter into each other’s worlds. Dive into each other’s dreams, hurts, desires, worries, hopes and burdens. When you open yourself up to your spouse or your child, there are more chances for the other person to open up to you. Step #5: Be Simple Yesterday afternoon, I preached to 700 people in Hong Kong. I usually give my talks for 45 minutes. That’s been my trademark. But yesterday, I gave a solid two-hour talk. Vein-popping, heart-pounding, passion-driven talk – because I had a burden in my heart. Because I preached on Financial Literacy. I challenged them, “Raise your financial I.Q.!” I scolded them, “When you left the Philippines, you told your kids, ‘Anak, two years of separation lang ‘to. After two years, Mommy will have saved enough and will go home and we’ll be together again.’ But after two years, you go home and you haven’t saved. Because you repainted the house. Because there’s a new TV set in the living room and a new gas range in the kitchen. Because the kids have new designer rubber shoes. I taught them how to live simply and ruthlessly save 20% of their income. Because unless they do this, they will be forever trapped in Hong Kong. Look at your life. Are you living simply? Are you saving 20% of your income? Step #6: Be Financially Intelligent I also taught them where to invest. I told them, “It’s not enough to just save. You need to know where to put your money. Because savings accounts at 1% and time deposits at 5% won’t do. Inflation – which is at 7% – will simply eat them up.” So I taught them about mutual funds and other investment vehicles, including the ability to sell something and get into business. Here’s the truth: The more you know about money, the less time you need to make money. So the more time you have for your family. Actually, a time should come when you don’t need to make money. Instead, you let money make money. And that requires financial intelligence. Read. Attend seminars. Look for mentors. Go Home. After giving my talk, I took a deep breath and told my audience in Hong Kong, “When you follow these principles and have saved enough – please go home. Please go home to your children.” I made a lot of people cry that day. I’m telling you the same thing. Oh yes, you may be living with your family in one house, but it’s possible that your heart is so far away from your spouse and kids – and they are far away from you as well. You need to let your heart go home. Go home my friend. Your heart belongs there.

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Hugsssss

June 15, 2006 at 2:23 pm (Hunney & Bee)

Hugging Is
By Joie Lake

Hugging is healthy. It helps the immune system, cures depression, reduces stress and induces sleep. It’s invigorating, rejuvenating, and has no unpleasant side effects. Hugging is nothing less than a miracle drug.

Hugging is all natural. It is organic, naturally sweet, no artificial ingredients, nonpolluting, environmentally friendly and 100 percent wholesome.

Hugging is the ideal gift. Great for any occasion, fun to give and receive, shows you care, comes with its own wrapping and, of course, fully returnable.

Hugging is practically perfect. No batteries to wear out, inflation-proof, nonfattening, no monthly payments, theft-proof and nontaxable.  

Hugging is an underutilized resource with magical powers. When we open our hearts and arms, we encourage others to do the same.

So c’mon give me a hug hunn.. hihihi I love you! mwaaaaaaah!

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Mayonnaise Jar and Two Cups of Coffee

May 29, 2006 at 11:43 am (Life)

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle… when 24 hours in a day are not enough… remember the mayonnaise jar… and the two cups of coffee here.

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A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.The professor then picked up a box of peebles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar is full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes". The professor then introduced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filing the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now" said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life."

"The GOLF BALLS are the important things – your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your passions – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full."

"The PEBBLES are other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car."

"The SAND is everything else – the small stuff."

"If you put the sand into the jar first", he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or golf balls. The same goes with life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will have no room for the things that are important to you."

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal."

"Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "Im glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

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The State of Philippine Criminal Affairs

May 18, 2006 at 11:16 am (Jokes)

The NBI (National Bureau of Investigation), the AFP (Armed Forces of the Philippines), and the PNP (Philippine National Police) get into an argument over who is the best at apprehending criminals.

The President decides to test them. She releases a rabbit into a forest and each of them has to catch it.

The NBI goes first. They place animal informants throughout the forest. They question all plant and mineral witnesses. After three months of extensive investigation, they conclude that rabbits do not exist.

The AFP goes in. After two weeks with no leads, they burn the forest, killing everything in it. They make no apologies: “The rabbit deserved it.”

The PNP goes in. They come out two hours later with a badly beaten bear. The bear is yelling, “Okay, okay, I’m a rabbit, I’m a rabbit.”

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Moms’ Day

May 14, 2006 at 9:44 am (Life)

For all the moms' out there, so this wouldn't happen to you…

Happy Mothers' Day!

TO MY GROWN-UP SON

My hands were busy through the day,
I didn’t have much time to play
The little games you asked me to,
I didn’t have much time for you.

I’d wash your clothes; I’d sew and cook,
But when you’d bring your picture book
And ask me, please, to share your fun,
I’d say, “ A little later, son.”

I’d tuck you in all safe at night,
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door,
I wish I’d stayed a minute more.

For life is short, and years rush past,
A little boy grows up so fast,
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.

The picture books are put away,
There are no children’s games to play,
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear,
That all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands once busy, now lie still,
The days are long and hard to fill,
I wish I might go back and do,
The little things you asked me to.

Alice E. Chase

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Punishing a CS student…

May 12, 2006 at 3:09 pm (Jokes)

The teacher asked the student to write "I will not throw paper airplanes in class" 500 times on the blackboard as punishment for thowing paper planes during classes. After about five minutes, the teacher was surprised when the student approached her saying he is done with the task.

Click here to see what the student did.

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I love you in spite of…

May 12, 2006 at 9:12 am (Articles, Love)

A letter of Joe d' Mango to his wife Bing…

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In our 11 years of marriage it was just the two of us. I never had a close circle of friends and she never had one either. Life for us was just "you and me," day in and day out. We were literally sleeping beside each other for 11 years. It came to a point that there was nothing more interesting to talk about. I was aware I was doing that but I never did anything about it. We were so close yet it seemed like we were so distant.

Then came her new circle of friends. They recently had an elementary and high school reunion. Remember her persistent suitor since elementary days? He was there. We already had four daughters and the guy had four kids of his own. They exchanged phone numbers. They started to text each other and this bothered me. A big part of it was insecurity and other part was that she once denied that she was texting (SMS) the guy. I felt bad because she started hiding things from me. Then the guy asked her if they could meet for lunch.

It became a source of tension between us. I finally agreed, but before that, I told her that I felt that I was going through the same pain again. I have seen so many stories like this. If you told me the first part of the story I would already know where it would lead to.

Bing accused me of being a "know-it-all" person. But deep in my heart I knew where she was heading. Why would a married guy see a married girl unless it was for business or professional reasons? Finally, even if it was against my will, I drove her to the meeting place. While I was waiting at the radio station, I wanted to call her but I knew it wasn't proper. So I just waited for her to tell me how their meeting went.

When she related to me what happened I felt that she was keeping the other details. I was afraid to ask because I wasn't prepared to accept her answers. I told her that it would be best if that were their last meeting. She got mad and told me that I was starting to control her life.

The following day, I saw a small, torn piece of paper that had the words, "lose you" in the trashcan at home. I started picking up the pieces of paper and putting them together. She had written: "Felt sad because I felt that this will be our last meeting." "Wanted to hug you…" Before I could figure out what the third one was, Bing was already at my back. She wanted to get the torn pieces of paper back. She said it was private property. We decided to talk. By then, I was able to figure out the third line: "Not sure if afraid to lose you." She had crossed it out and beside it, she had written, "Wanted to cry." That was what hit me. How could you lose something that's not even with you yet? That was a confirmation that she was getting emotionally attached to the guy. We fought because she didn't want to admit it. She said that what she had written was all about friendship and not about love. For the first time in our marriage she asked for freedom from me.

For 11 years we were always together, and now this. She had discovered her own little world and wanted to explore it. I didn't want to give it to her but finally I gave in. I told her that she could do anything she wanted and not worry about how I would feel. In fact, I told her that I was planning to leave her and kids for a while so we could give each other the chance to be alone.

We decided to give the new arrangement a try. The following day, Thursday, I went to work early and she texted me. I never answered back. When I didn't respond, she called me. She said, "I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you." For the first time in our marriage I said, "I love you and I miss you too" with tears in my eyes. I realized how much I loved her but I also knew how much she wanted her freedom.

When I arrived at the station I asked for a leave. My boss advised me to think it over, but he said that he would allow me to go on leave. After letting it all out I felt relieved. It was the first time in my life that I asked for advice about our relationship.

While I was talking with my boss, a messenger arrived with 12 white roses arranged in a basket. It came from Bing. Then a text message on my cellphone came, "I know that no material things can ease the pain that you're feeling right now, but these flowers signify my pure and sincere intentions. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me." Still, a question continued to bug me: "I'm giving you the freedom. Will you choose to stay or go on?" I read the card, and it had the answer to my question: "Dear Dad, I finally realized that I made a very big mistake in choosing a newfound friendship at the expense of our long-time friendship. Please forgive me. I will always love you."

Bing called the guy and told him that she wanted to end the friendship. He said that they could just text or call each other. Bing said that there was no need. We had dinner and talked up to 1am. It was like getting married all over again. We lost each other and found our way back. I do not want to go through the same pain again.

Friday came and it was the first time in the history of Love Notes that I couldn't do Love Notes. I scheduled a replay. When I was at the station at 9am, I composed a letter to Bing. I was asking myself, should I read this or do a replay? I chose to read the letter.

It is not unusual to hear people say "I love you because…" but this story has shown us that the deeper and greater love is having to say "I LOVE YOU IN SPITE OF…"

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