<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338102549957059246</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:05:27.360-08:00</updated><category term='soulmates'/><category term='married'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='affair'/><category term='love letter'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='love'/><category term='mskm'/><category term='jb'/><category term='celine'/><title type='text'>Red Heart Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>... affairs of the heart</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086454035383128462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u225/piscesheart/Butterfly.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338102549957059246.post-7633830146975775566</id><published>2007-05-23T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:12:37.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mskm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jb'/><title type='text'>JB to Celine part2...</title><content type='html'>"JB: You never really loved me Celine. You were with me in my journey, kept me company on all those lonely nights.You shared every sunrise with me. You were always beside me, held my hand. I was close to letting go. You saved my life. Mahal kita Celine.. mahal na mahal kita and... you don't even need to love me back. Just...please let me love you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338102549957059246-7633830146975775566?l=heart2heart104.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/feeds/7633830146975775566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338102549957059246&amp;postID=7633830146975775566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/7633830146975775566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/7633830146975775566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/2007/05/jb-to-celine-part2.html' title='JB to Celine part2...'/><author><name>Mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086454035383128462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u225/piscesheart/Butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338102549957059246.post-4815851623640689638</id><published>2007-05-23T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:04:23.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love letter'/><title type='text'>A sweet &amp; touching letter...</title><content type='html'>this is JB's letter to Celine (from Maging sino ka man)...&lt;br /&gt;i just think this is one of the best love letter i have ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dearest Celine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will disappear completely. The letters will&lt;br /&gt;mean nothing. The world will get tired of me...&lt;br /&gt;You will get tired of me, I will get tired of myself and I...&lt;br /&gt;I will never get tired of you. For you there will be&lt;br /&gt;no endings. I will say your name over and over like&lt;br /&gt;a refrain, my prayer to no one. Then I'll be a flower,&lt;br /&gt;the one you'll never pick. I will endure the breathless&lt;br /&gt;waiting till boundaries disappear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, I'll make new constellations.&lt;br /&gt;Images of you as I remember.  Dancing, sitting, walking.&lt;br /&gt;There are stars from a different view but still I see&lt;br /&gt;nothing but you. Unfurling like a flower, swiveling&lt;br /&gt;like a leaf... I once watched you sleep beside me.&lt;br /&gt;It was dark then... but the darkness is deeper now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight in my dreams, I will see you. My lady,&lt;br /&gt;clothed only in light... Like a kite, I've given myself&lt;br /&gt;up to the wind,I made friends with the sun, confused&lt;br /&gt;the birds with strange and distant voyages... but it is&lt;br /&gt;you that ties the thread and holds me down. Like a kite,&lt;br /&gt;I will forever hold your hand and with the burning&lt;br /&gt;human longing in your hands, we surrender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only travelers leave but I've never been a  traveler&lt;br /&gt;for I have never left. I'm lost,simply. Wanting to be in&lt;br /&gt;a place I've never been and will never be...  Of all&lt;br /&gt;destinations, I long to be lost in the fields of your hair,&lt;br /&gt;lost among your thoughts as you are already in mine.&lt;br /&gt;My life started when I loved you and that is how&lt;br /&gt;I want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours forever,&lt;br /&gt;JB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338102549957059246-4815851623640689638?l=heart2heart104.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/feeds/4815851623640689638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338102549957059246&amp;postID=4815851623640689638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/4815851623640689638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/4815851623640689638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-touching-letter.html' title='A sweet &amp; touching letter...'/><author><name>Mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086454035383128462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u225/piscesheart/Butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338102549957059246.post-1774420474024581632</id><published>2007-05-18T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T07:47:49.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am a strong woman.&lt;br /&gt;I can conquer the greatest fears.&lt;br /&gt;I can handle the toughest moments.&lt;br /&gt;I can ignore any pain.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why i want someone&lt;br /&gt;to make me feel weak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the way you do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;**********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Losing someone you love is hard;&lt;br /&gt;but, holding on to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who doesn't love you back is much harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giving up doesn't necessarily mean you're weak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes, it just means you're strong enough to let go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  ********************&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If there is anything better than being loved, it's loving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...Love doesn't have to be reciprocated (though it must hurt a lot!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;just wish the person you love all the happiness the world can bring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;never mind if the person doesn't love you in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The very essence of loving, is that you give and not just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the sake of giving but you give freely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not expecting some returns. Not whatsoever…&lt;br /&gt;Loving somebody whom you think you can never have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever the situation or circumstances maybe, is not bad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can even love married people. but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it'll become bad when you start demanding that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your loving should be reciprocated and even to the extent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of exclusivity of the relationship which is the general case...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love as many as you can and what the heck, it is not bad at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loving "per se" is very good but then again, as human as we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we demand something in return which not everybody can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;either because of the individuals situation she/he is in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or the circumstances or simply the other end doesn't feel the same.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for Love's sake &lt;span&gt;LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;***********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"…Love has its own time, its own seasons,&lt;br /&gt;and its own reason for coming and going.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot bribe it or coerce it,&lt;br /&gt;or reason it into staying.&lt;br /&gt;You can only embrace it when it arrives&lt;br /&gt;and give it away when it comes to you.&lt;br /&gt;But if it chooses to leave from your heart&lt;br /&gt;or from the heart of your lover,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there is nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing you should do.&lt;br /&gt;Love always has been and&lt;br /&gt;always will be a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Be glad that it came to live&lt;br /&gt;for a moment in your life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF YOU KEEP YOUR HEART OPEN --&lt;br /&gt;IT WILL COME AGAIN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;***********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i face="times new roman" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;In the end only three things matters most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; how fully u lived,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; how deeply u loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; and how well u learned 2 let go of things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; not meant 4 u…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338102549957059246-1774420474024581632?l=heart2heart104.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/1774420474024581632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/1774420474024581632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-quotes.html' title='Love Quotes...'/><author><name>Mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086454035383128462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u225/piscesheart/Butterfly.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338102549957059246.post-2823676322206308242</id><published>2007-05-17T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:15:49.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated for me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Walang kapalit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag magtaka&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako ay di na naghihintay&lt;br /&gt;Sa anumang kapalit ng inalay kong pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Kulang man ang ‘yong pagtingin&lt;br /&gt;Ang lahat sa’yo’y ibibigay&lt;br /&gt;Kahit di mo man pinapansin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mangamba&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita paghahanapan pa&lt;br /&gt;Ng anumang kapalit ng inalay kong pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang ganito ang nagmamahal&lt;br /&gt;Di ka dapat mabahala&lt;br /&gt;Hinanakit sa ki’y walang wala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kung hindi man dumating sa’kin ang panahon&lt;br /&gt;Na ako ay mahalin mo rin&lt;br /&gt;Asahan mong di ako magdaramdam&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ako ay nasasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo lang ipagkait&lt;br /&gt;Na ikaw ay aking mahalin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mangamba&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita paghahanapan pa&lt;br /&gt;Ng anumang kapalit ng inalay kong pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang ganito ang nagmamahal&lt;br /&gt;Di ka dapat mabahala&lt;br /&gt;Hinanakit sa ki’y walang wala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338102549957059246-2823676322206308242?l=heart2heart104.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/feeds/2823676322206308242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338102549957059246&amp;postID=2823676322206308242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/2823676322206308242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/2823676322206308242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/2007/05/dedicated-for-me.html' title='Dedicated for me???'/><author><name>Mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086454035383128462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u225/piscesheart/Butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338102549957059246.post-8129160489661797931</id><published>2007-05-16T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T06:59:47.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10 reasons not to date a married man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Mark Goulston, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no positive reasons for dating a married man. Even the good reasons don't stand the test of time and turn out to be bad ideas in good ideas' clothing. If you find yourself on the brink of temptation, look at these 10 truths before you leap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He won't commit to a future with you. A man who is in a very unhappy or unsatisfying marriage can feel swept away by how wonderful you make him feel. He may even blurt out, "I've never felt this way before and I can see spending the rest of my life with you." This may sound like a commitment to a future with you. It's not. Don't confuse his loving the way you make him feel with his loving you and making a commitment to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheating on his wife tells you how he deals with any situation he doesn't like. You are evidence of his avoiding dealing with unpleasant situations head on. This means that he's likely to resort to some devious behavior with you if the two of you encounter relationship problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hiding is exhausting. Having to keep your relationship a secret can attack your self-esteem and cause you to miss out on one of the wonderful aspects of a relationship. Walking together freely and radiantly through the world can fill you with the glow of being with someone who is proud to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He's got his cake and is eating it, too. He has a legitimate married relationship that helps his public persona and he has an illegitimate one with you to make up for what heâs missing in his marriage. As appreciative as he sounds, many women who are involved with married men come to resent his having the best of both worlds, when she has the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you love someone who is so disrespectful of his wife? The existence of your relationship with a married man tells you how little he respects his wife by lying to her instead of being a man and telling her he wants out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lose his respect and it's over. Even though he's the one who pursued you. Even though he's the one that made it difficult to say "No." And even though he tells you how wonderful you are. At some level, he's going to have trouble respecting you for settling for such a flawed relationship. Like the Groucho Marx joke, "He may not want to be of a relationship that would have him as a partner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're not a home wrecker, just an accomplice. Like it or not, you are a willing participant in a man violating his vows and betraying the trust of his wife -- not to mention grossly disappointing his children and making it difficult for them to see him as a role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You're kidding yourself. Despite his reassuring you how much you mean to him, his not ending his relationship with his wife in an above-board and respectful way -- and not beginning a legitimate relationship with you -- are actions that speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Beware the guilt boomerang. Many men (and women) have difficulty accepting full responsibility for their deceitful actions. Human nature finds it easier to blame than to accept shame. If he is caught by his wife or conscience, don't be surprised if he tries to blame you and get you to take the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Time is too precious to waste. Ever notice how quickly the years go as you get older? Because it's convenient and comfortable, a relationship with a married man can go on for a long time -- and before you know it, eat up the precious time you might have had in a healthy relationship with a chance of flourishing. When people who have been involved with married men finally move on, they often regret having wasted the time in a dead-end affair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338102549957059246-8129160489661797931?l=heart2heart104.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/feeds/8129160489661797931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338102549957059246&amp;postID=8129160489661797931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/8129160489661797931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/8129160489661797931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-reasons.html' title='10 Reasons'/><author><name>Mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086454035383128462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u225/piscesheart/Butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338102549957059246.post-1231713864526357115</id><published>2007-04-27T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:11:43.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmates'/><title type='text'>Chance... or choice?</title><content type='html'>When we meet the right person to love when we're&lt;br /&gt;at the right place at the right time. That's CHANCE.&lt;br /&gt;When you meet someone you're attracted to,&lt;br /&gt;that's not a choice. That's CHANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being caught up in a moment (and there's a lot of&lt;br /&gt;couples who get together because of this)&lt;br /&gt;is not a choice. That's also a CHANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is what happens afterward. When&lt;br /&gt;will you take that infatuation, that crush,&lt;br /&gt;that mind-blowing attraction to the next level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when all sanity goes back, you sit down&lt;br /&gt;and contemplate whether you want to make this&lt;br /&gt;into a concrete relationship or just a fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to love a person, even with his faults,&lt;br /&gt;that's not a chance. That's CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;When you choose to be with a person,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, that's CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you know there are many people out there&lt;br /&gt;who are more attractive, smarter, and richer than&lt;br /&gt;your mate, and yet, you decide to love your mate,&lt;br /&gt;just the same, that's CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation, crushes, attraction comes&lt;br /&gt;to us by CHANCE. But true love that lasts is&lt;br /&gt;truly a CHOICE. A choice that we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding soulmates, there's a beautiful movie&lt;br /&gt;quote that I believe is so true about this:&lt;br /&gt;"Fate brings you together, but it's still&lt;br /&gt;up to you to make it happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that soulmates do exist. That there&lt;br /&gt;is truly someone made for you. But it's still up&lt;br /&gt;to you to make the choice if you're going to do&lt;br /&gt;something about it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MAY MEET OUR SOULMATES BY CHANCE,&lt;br /&gt;BUT . . . LOVING AND STAYING WITH&lt;br /&gt;OUR SOULMATES IS STILL A CHOICE&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE TO MAKE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338102549957059246-1231713864526357115?l=heart2heart104.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/feeds/1231713864526357115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338102549957059246&amp;postID=1231713864526357115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/1231713864526357115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/1231713864526357115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/2007/04/chance-or-choice.html' title='Chance... or choice?'/><author><name>Mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086454035383128462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u225/piscesheart/Butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338102549957059246.post-5226385523700819649</id><published>2007-03-31T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T07:49:34.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How did you know</title><content type='html'>I remember so well&lt;br /&gt;The day that you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;You asked for my name&lt;br /&gt;You had the most beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life started to change&lt;br /&gt;I'd wake up each day feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;With you right by my side&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel things will work out just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you know&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone like you in my life&lt;br /&gt;That there's an empty space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You came at the right time in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;How you brought the sun to shine in my life&lt;br /&gt;And took all the worries and fears that I had&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm really trying to say&lt;br /&gt;It's not everyday that someone like you comes my way&lt;br /&gt;No words can express how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you know&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone like you in my life&lt;br /&gt;That there's an empty space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You came at the right time in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;How you brought the sun to shine in my life&lt;br /&gt;And took all the worries and fears that I had&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm really trying to say&lt;br /&gt;It's not everyday that someone like you comes my way&lt;br /&gt;No words can express how much I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338102549957059246-5226385523700819649?l=heart2heart104.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/feeds/5226385523700819649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338102549957059246&amp;postID=5226385523700819649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/5226385523700819649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/5226385523700819649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-did-you-know.html' title='How did you know'/><author><name>Mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086454035383128462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u225/piscesheart/Butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338102549957059246.post-6270779148827709013</id><published>2007-03-28T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T18:53:21.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><title type='text'>Our love affair...</title><content type='html'>it all started with a nite-out in a bar.  i was tempted to go with you because i was  feeling lonely during that time as i'm missing "him." that night, i really enjoyed your company &amp; it somehow diverted my thoughts away from him. but it was a night that made our story and leave us to what we are to each other until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't recall what happened after that. things just happened so fast. i just knew you became my other source of happiness every time he was away from me. it made me weak as i gave in to my emotions and let you feel the need in me to be wanted, to be loved &amp;amp; to be cared for by another man who is so willing to do it for me.  although it was hard for me to succumb to temptations, yet i feel drawn to your ways and means. my resistance was overcame by my weakness every time you were near me. you had shown me passion and love that i never expected from a guy like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, reality checks in that's why i would always break off with you hoping that after so many times of doing it, you will finally come to realize that ours is only a thing out of passion and maybe lust. i never said that i truly love you as you knew that my heart belongs only to him. i just wanted us to be there for each other when we need comfort or company, a friend for convenience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why is it until now, you are so determined to win me back and still hope that i will also love you the way you loved me... you always say it's because of destiny. but destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice. and we have this choice to forget each other, to break free from what we have done and to let go of our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is only in our minds that we cling to what we wanted to feel. it dictates us to do things that we should not do. that's why we are bound to be tempted beyond our self-control. but if we should stay away from each other and try very hard to think straight, then maybe we could overcome all of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and again, our paths may cross but ours is still an affair not intended to last coz it never meant to be... both of us  are already committed and that's a fact that we cannot just change.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338102549957059246-6270779148827709013?l=heart2heart104.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/feeds/6270779148827709013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338102549957059246&amp;postID=6270779148827709013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/6270779148827709013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/6270779148827709013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-love-affair_28.html' title='Our love affair...'/><author><name>Mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086454035383128462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u225/piscesheart/Butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338102549957059246.post-9172302779775409943</id><published>2007-03-24T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T08:53:37.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Thoughts about LOVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel, and then regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, and the romance in a relationship and find out that you still care for that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. A sad thing in life is, you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be, and you just have to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. When the door of happiness closes, another opens. But often at times we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. The best kind of friend is the kind whom you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you have ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. It is true that we do not know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we do not know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Do not expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart. But if it does not, be content that it grew in yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. There are things you would love to hear that you would never hear from the person whom you would like to hear them from; but do not be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Never say goodbye if you still want to try. Never give up if you still feel you can go on. Never say you do not love a person anymore if you cannot let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Love comes to those who still hope although they have been disappointed, to those who still believe although they have been betrayed, to those who still love although they have been hurt before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone. But it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Do not go for looks; they can deceive. Do not go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Hope you find the one that makes you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! Hope you dream of that special someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Dream what you want to dream. Go where you want to go. Be what you want to be. Because you have only one life and only one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Always put yourself in other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the person, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. A careless word may kindle strife. A cruel word may wreck a life. A timely word may level stress. A loving word may heal and bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. The beginning of love is to let those we love just be themselves and not twist them with our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. The happiest of people do not necessarily have the best of everything. They just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried; for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                        22. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past. You can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. When you were born, you were crying, and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling, and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338102549957059246-9172302779775409943?l=heart2heart104.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/feeds/9172302779775409943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338102549957059246&amp;postID=9172302779775409943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/9172302779775409943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338102549957059246/posts/default/9172302779775409943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heart2heart104.blogspot.com/2007/03/thoughts-about-love_24.html' title='Thoughts about LOVE...'/><author><name>Mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086454035383128462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u225/piscesheart/Butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
