Goodbye My Lover

NET of LOVE..

The boy returned home with his heart happily beating. He was tired, since he covered half of Budapest. He’s been anticipating this moment for more than 6 months when his savings will pay for his internet connection and the world will open before him. The often heard, almost slogan came into his mind: “The information superhighway will become the most heavily traveled road of the next century.” What he felt was not quite happiness, but an emotion far more unique and noble played around his throat. He was proud to have broken out of the gray circle of dusty commonality. With the help of his computer he can even soar to places that have never before appeared on his mind’s horizon. Ten p.m. The adventure is about to begin. He typed in his nick and passwords and in that instant it felt as though the sparks of his soul had just landed on the stage of night. He was ecstatic when he typed in the first address and the www page actually crackled onto his monitor. “This is fantastic. From now on I can be on the net as long as I want and never be bored. There are millions of pages waiting to be discovered!” That is exactly how it was, at least for the first month or two. Then he felt that he needed something else. The holes he felt in his soul were not patched by the adventures. He was about to lay aside the magic net when he discovered something. Someone, from among those who were up to now, in the background shadows for our hero simply said: chat. The fabric that had meant the world had once again became fully charged with excitement. It was true, he never experienced this before. He could talk with people ‘live’, who as himself, sat hunched over a plastic box filled with microchips and typed their questions and answers into tiny windows. Time, once again, as a heartless thief had taken the fire from his eyes….that is, until suddenly a small blue square flashed. It was a girl who asked for help, and kindness over-flown from her words. It did not take much for the boy’s soul to comprehend perfect harmony. In this impersonal, yet in some ways far more personal world, two souls have touched. The mirage of unlimited freedom had buckled his heart, into which an unexpected thought moved in: LOVE. He felt love toward someone he met only a few days before, and with whom he was able to exchange merely a few words, even those over a monitor. Someone he’s never seen. The keyboard revealed virtually nothing, yet the girl, that sweet butterfly, gave away part of her unblemished soul with every stroke of a key to that other heart who, with increasingly concentrated purpose whispered between bit-per-second that word which for humanity became overused, schematic, yet at the same time still represents the paradise of dreams. Why should we always organize through the cool etiquette of reality? Why does the power appear silly that combined beauty with beast, and the soul with the soulful? Could it be that two people, two such individuals who perhaps never would have met had they not been caught in the elements of modern life, could it be that they are in love with each other? A mere few hours of in-depth conversation, but the human emotion does not recognize the lifeless combination of time and distance. Emotions refuse to allow themselves to be pressed into the mold of the everyday routine, they don’t give in to the flooding emptiness and forceful attack of lifelessness. Treatherous waters for sure, never knowing who and when will show their real face or when they will hide behind a pleasant mask. But the girl was herself. The boy felt, he knew that his net-shine can not be false, can’t be fake. They met every night spending all possible time together. This feeling was not present elsewhere: the boy was surrounded by his internet friends, and there was the Girl but still, his soul was afraid. The echo of emptiness, the cold buzz of evil always woke him from his sweetest dreams, fragmenting peaceful moments. These two souls still found each other. Found each other in the fabric of a world-wide net and in such a fashion that would never have been possible in the real world. The same monitor that used to be seen as the surface for boring characters of a text, at this moment came to represent Life. Real Life. The few currents of electricity, the micrometer’s worth of magic that was constructed by thoughtful, expert hands and the hundreds of ilometers of telephone cable, like some kind of a vein as a warm life supplying vein in the body, tied to each other the boy and the girl, on that stormy, and netted night.

Cru$hEd . . .

It was last year when I met him during a school carnival. I was walking with my friend into the school of business when she bumped into her classmates. I didn't know what actually happened but I remembered I was staring at this particular guy in the group. From that day onwards, he never left my mind. After months of consideration, I finally took the first step. I wrote a letter to him confessing I actually was attracted by him and if we could be friends. I got my friend to pass him the letter and we started being friends. At first, he didn't know what I looked like as he didn't remember seeing me. One day, my friend tricked me into going to her computer lab. He was there. It was then we first met and spoke. He shook my hand and introduced himself. Ever since then, I started seeing more of him. I started sending him messages to his cell phone daily. It could be a daily good-night message or just to tell him to take care. He would usually reply to my messages. One day, after the exams, I finally asked him out. We went to eat dinner and after that, we went back to school at night and sat at the exit staircase staring at the stars, drinking and chatting. It was then I felt that I was really in love with this guy. He sent me home later. From that day on, I could not get him out of my mind. Somehow, I started seeing him quite often. He works at Starbucks so I would go there to study and hang out. Hanging out was just an excuse for me to see him. We would bump into each other in school daily and smile and say Hi. Sometimes, we would joke around and just chat. During Christmas, I bought a gift for him. It took me some time to actually pass it to him. He was appreciative. In return, he gave me a wallet. At first, I was joyful. Then, I found out he gave my friend a Christmas present too when she hadn't bought him anything. But that didn't mean anything to me. Receiving a gift from him was all I could think of. Months later, after our second trip to the movies we started seeing each other less and the messages became less. After 4 months, I finally got my friend to ask whether he liked me or he knew my feelings for him. All the while, she wanted to ask him that but I wasn't ready to face the truth. Deep down in my heart, I actually knew the answer but I couldn't face up to reality. After 4 months, I felt I was ready. I got my answer. He rejected me. He didn't like me. However, my friend didn't tell me that. Instead, she got another friend to tell me the answer over the phone. I kept silent and tears started falling from my eyes. The tears just kept falling. It didn't stop. My heart was shattered. It left a scar behind. I no longer can love. I no longer can face him. To me, love was a mistake. But I would never regret ever loving him.

My Story (Found Love After 11 Years)

Found love after 11 years. It’s about 1999, when I was in 9th standard. In my class there was a cute guy, who has the cutest deep dimple on his cheek. In Those days, for me he was only my cute class mate and friend. He used to like me. For him I was not only a class mate or not only friend, but more than a friend. He got admission in 7th standard. But from 7th to 8th standard, I never know that he likes me a lot or may be loves me. When we came in 9th standard, most of my class mates were aware about his sweet feelings for me. We both started to treat each other as a good friend, we teased each other, fight with each other & also talked with each other. But we had never spent any single moment after school hours. One day he gave me a sweet teddy as a gift, but I threw it outside of my class window. I had never taken him seriously. One day I heard that he is going from school because his father got transfer. I really felt bad. Because on that day I realize that I have some feelings for him but I was not aware of my own feeling. Finally his last day in school, he came to meet all friends for last time, or also to meet me, he was in formal dress, not in school uniform. He was looked like a sweet boy. I saw him I was jus waiting, that at least he will say last bye 2 me. But I really don’t know when he was vanished. After school time one of his friend gave me a gift (music cassette) on behalf of my cute dimpled boy, but I returned it because my lovely boy had already gone. On that day after reached home I really felt bad, & in night time I cried a lot. After that day we were never in contact. He was my first crush & for him I was also his first crush. In March 2011, suddenly I started to search my dimpled cheek boy. Before start to search him there was lots of question going in my mind, can I search him? Or not? If yes than how will he react; he is engaged or still single? He will reply me or not?? And so many questions were there. Finally my lovely day come in May month. I found him on Face book; it was bit difficult for me, to search him on net, especially on FB because I was not used to of Face book & I knew his name only, not a place nor a Surname of his. But when I searched the Dimpled cheek boy, that day I was too much happy, there was no boundary of my happiness. But I was bit tensed also, whether he will accept my friend request or what, and he accepted it. He was also too much happy; he called me on same day. We were in contact after a long gap of 11-12 years. We talked almost 1 hour & both were in unexpected situation. For me it was just like a fairy tale. But things are not in favor, today he in U.K. & he wants to build up his career. I really don’t wants to create any problem for his career. I just want that one day he will reached to success. I am too much happy because I found my dimpled cheek boy. So what if we can’t be together. His happiness and success is enough for me. His birthday is coming on 24th June, & I want to dedicate this lovely true story to him. God bless him.

lOvE biRds...

Two lonely cranes sail through the crimson light, In silhuoette And landed, More graceful than a ballerina's grace. He nudged her head affectionately, She kissed him. He slowly caresses her arm, She began exploring the gentle curve of his neck... trailing kisses... here... and there... He whispered a sweet melody into her ear, She bubbled with joyous laughter. Two bodies entwine before the glowing sunset. Driven by passions they began to call each other's name. Faster and faster, Sweating with rapid, heavy breathing, Both trying to match the desires for each other. And then a whirring object slice through the blood red sky. Silence. Dead silence. Seems like eternity. He fell to the ground with a heartbreaking thud. Looked into her dark lovely eyes now swimming in tears, So beautiful... With the last of his effort He gave her a sweet caw: I love you my love, You were the reason of my very existence. Until death do us apart. Fly my love, fly into the heavenly sky. One day, we shall meet again. And this time, not even death can do us apart. He smiled serenely, Fighting to keep his increasingly heavy eyelids open. And then a wail... Deep... Long... And scorching... As if something was dying of a heart wound. The sun is sinking in the horizon, Silently weeping as her life-giving arms retreats. She turned to the sky, And flew as her lover commanded. Oh my brave one... Flew higher And higher And higher And higher Her graceful arms never a moment faltering. Oh how peaceful it is up here... The stars are slowly twinkling away from their daylight shyness. And she swooped down. Flew lower And lower And lower And lower Suddenly into the rock beside her beloved. She gave him a sweet caw: Do not leave yet, my love I am coming too. She kissed him. The hunter slowly emerged from the forest, Bow in one hand and a rope in another. He kneel down in front of the lovers. Looks up into the bittersweet sky, and see Just as the sun's final rays descends into complete darkness. Just as the two lovers hurry to catch the chariot into perpetual happiness. He shook his head sadly As he tied both cranes. Tonight, his family won't starve