Broken Glass

Stay strong 

and remember that relationships are like broken glass, 

sometimes it’s better to leave it alone, 

rather than try to put the pieces back together, 

and get hurt all over again. 

One day, you’ll find someone who’s worth all the tears, 

They won’t make you cry. 

 It’s gonna hurt like hell, 

and it’s going to need time to heal, 

but the point is, 

It will heal

Just because..

Just because i don't scream my feelings, 

Doesn't mean i have none. 

Just because i seem indestructible, 

Doesn't mean I'm not weak. 

Just because i don't cry in front of you, 

Doesn't mean I'm heartless. 

Just because you think you know me, 

Doesn't mean you actually do.

Always love you

There was once a guy who was very much in love with a girl. He folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to her. Although at that time he was just a small fry in his company and his

future didn't seem too bright he was contented with what he had.. for he was in love.. and they were both happy together..

Until one day, this girl told him she was going to leave the country for Paris and try to live a new life there with no intention of returning back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for both of them because he was poor and he had no dreams. He couldn't believe what he just heard and couldn't help but cry. She was his dream, his love, his friend.. she was his everything..

Just when he thought he had it all he gets to experience the true side of the world.. with all it's misery in it..

But love is being able to accept the truth no matter how it hurts.. She broke his heart and yet he still loves her..

Days have passed, months have gone by and yet his feelings for her has always stayed the same..

He worked hard night and day to put his mind off the past..

He wanted to prove her wrong about the fact that he has no dreams.. he can be somebody someday..

Finally with all the hard work and help from his friends, he was able to build his own company..

One rainy day, while he was driving along the highway, he saw an old couple sharing an umbrella in the rain while heading to some destination. It didn't take him a while to recognise them for they seemed familiar to him.. they were his girl's parents..

He drove back to them.. slowly.. to show them how his life has changed. how successful he has become.. he's got his own car, house, company.. he's got it all..

But what he saw next confused him. The couple were heading to a cemetery  Out of impulse he went out of the car and followed them.

She was there.. his heart pounded so fast for he couldn't believe what he was seeing.. He felt the warmth of his tears trickling down his cheeks.. He was crying in the rain..

He saw his girl's photograph smiling sweetly at him.. from her tombstone.. next to the paper cranes he once gave her.

Her parents felt his presence and looked back at him. Out of confusion he asked them why.. and how did all this happened.

She did not leave for Paris for she was ill with cancer, it was her cliché. She believed that he will make it someday and she didn't want to be his obstacle. All she ever wanted was to be with him.. but she chose to leave him to spare him from her suffering and frustrations..

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,

doesn't mean they don't love you at all.

She wanted her parents to put his paper

cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him near to her again... 

he will remember how much she loved him and how much he meant to her...

Once you have loved someone, you will always love her.. forever. For what's in your mind and heart will remain forever.

He cried in silence and whispered... 

"I thought I almost had it all.. now I know what was missing.. you.."



It’s Your Turn
What do you think?

I'm tired

I'm not even upset, hurt or angry anymore. 

I'm just tired. 

Tired of putting in more effort than I receive. 

I'm tired of holding on for nothing. 

I'm tired of believing all your lies. 

I'm tired of you proving me wrong all the time. 

I'm tired of getting my hopes up and being disappointed again.

Sad Story

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.


Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?


I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!


With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.


The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.


In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.


This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.


I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.


My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.


On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.


On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.


She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.


Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.


Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.


But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.


She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.


That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….


The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.


So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!


If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.


If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

Waiting For Someone

How many other doors have to open and close 

before you realize the one door you've been wasting all your time on, 

Will never open.

With A Memory

Whoever said, “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone” is wrong, 

because you know exactly what you have when you have it. 

You just don’t know how much you need it until you can’t have it anymore.

That's what we call LIFE.

After a while you learn the difference between holding a hand 

& falling in love. 

You begin to learn that kisses don't always mean something, 

promises can be broken just as quickly as they are made 

......and sometimes goodbyes really are forever

Dear someone whose name I dare not speak,

I decide to let everything buried deep inside my tormented soul

Not because I'm enjoying the pain that you tore

I just want to keep this wound as a remembrance to remind me that I once had you in my life

Must let you go

When people ask me why I let you go, 

I just smile and give a distant reply, 

They dont realise that I still love you, 

That I still need to get over you, 

That you left your mark right on my heart, 

They don't know the pain that I feel, of trying to let you go,

Because I realised a long time ago, 

You would never love me, the way I still love you!

The Stranger of My Heart

It's sad when people you know become people you knew, 

When you can walk right past 

someone like they were

never a big part of your life,

How you used to be able to talk for hours

And how now, you can barely even look at them

Are we not meant to be?

Good guy gets Wrong Girl

Good girl gets Wrong Guy

They fall in love & good ones get cheated...

Now the good guys thinks, all girls are BAD.

And good girls thinks, all guys are players.

When good guy meets good girl, they avoid falling in love & 

become JUST FRIENDS

Deep inside my heart

Dear Mom And Dad

Dear dad, where did you go?

I tried to run after you but mommy said no.

I sat at the window and waited for you.

Mom said you were gone but I knew it wasn’t true.

I remember when you and mom use to shout.

I would hide in my room and refuse to come out.

The bangs and booms that filled the night.

Cover my ears with my hands to block out the fight.

Dear dad, why did you hurt mommy like that?

Why did you call her a slut and say she was fat?

Guess what? I actually made the soccer team.

But some of the kids don’t like me, they’re so mean.

I wanted you to watch me play my first game.

But because of you I was never the same.

Dear dad, why did you leave?

You left mom alone to cry and grieve.

Dad, you couldn’t see the tears that she cried.

Dad! You weren’t even there when Jacob died!

Dear mom, it’s your son, the one you gave away.

I still think about you almost every single day.

I still miss you calling me your baby angel and your hugs.

Too bad you had to get caught up in those drugs.

Dear mom, I know that you thought giving me up was for the best.

I could tell by your face that you were always depressed.

I’m really sorry that I couldn’t help you.

At the age of eight, what could I really do?

Mom, I could see that you were struggling to live.

As for dad, I knew you would never forgive.

Guess what? I got all A’s on my report card.

And you’re part of the reason I am scarred.

I missed it when you were never around.

You were too busy whoring around town.

I made the high school tennis team, aren’t you proud?

I wanted to talk to you but they said it wasn’t allowed.

Dear mom, I tried something today.

It actually took all my pain away.

Now I know why you did what you did.

Just like mother, just like kid.

I painted a picture and it was for you.

It was for you but nobody knew.

I sit up late at night wondering where you are.

Wondering if you’re in a house or at some bar.

Dear mom, I’m laying here thinking about you.

Are you thinking about me too?

Dear mom and dad, I miss you a lot.

Look at this creation that you have wrought.

Can you feel that I’m dying inside?

Why weren’t you there when I almost died?

I guess I just don’t matter to you any more.

Why do you hate the thing you use to adore?

I screamed your names as loud as I could.

I want to end my life, do you think I should?

Do you even care that I feel so alone?

If I gave you a call, would you answer the phone?

Dear mom and dad, today I sat and cried.

I told people I was fine but I actually lied.

See, all I want is to feel your love and know that you care.

I’ve wished for you and everything, sent up prayer after prayer.

I just don’t understand what I did wrong.

I just want to find out where I belong.

Dear mom and dad, things are crazy over here.

I have an awful feeling that my end is getting near.

But I don’t think that this really matters to you.

You’re busy and don’t care about what I’ve been through.

So I guess this letter is over and done.

Sincerely always,

your son.

- © 2009 Michael Dean Dumeir

Love hurts and the price you pay is high.

Did you ever love someone and know they didn't care?

Did you ever feel like crying knowing it would get you no where?

Did you ever look into someone's eyes and say a lil prayer? 

Did you ever look into someone's heart wishing you were there? 

Did you ever watch someone walk away, not wanting them to go? 

Did you whisper, "God I love you" but never letting them know? 

You cry at night in misery and almost go insane. 

Nothing in this world causes so much pain. 

If I could choose between love and death, 

I think I'd rather die. 

Love hurts and the price you pay is high. 

So I say, "Don't fall in love with wrong one" It'll hurt before its through,