RE: Emotional Stories He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so average, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he finally found courage to invite her to have coffee with him. She was surprised, but out of politeness, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, waiting for coffee She kept on thinking, Please, let it get over soon...let me go home.... It arrived and suddenly, he asked the waiter. Would you please get me some salt? Id like to put it in my coffee! Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, Why this habit? He took a couple of sips and replied, When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea! I can still remember the taste of the sea.. This salty coffee...every time I drink it, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown... I miss my hometown so much... I miss my parents who are still out there. While saying this, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. A man who can tell out his homesickness, must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really great date, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually, he was a man who met all her expectations: he was tolerant, kind hearted, warm, caring. He was such a good man and hadnt been for the salt in the coffee, shed never have really known him! The rest of the story was just like any other beautiful love story: the princess married to the prince, and they lived a very happy married life. And yes! every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, just the way he liked it! After 40 years of marital bliss, he died after a short illness. One day, she found a letter he had left for her: My dearest, Please forgive me, but I lied to you.. Only once.. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous, I asked for salt instead of sugar! I was too embarrassesd to admit it, so I just went ahead. I never thought that could bring about such a frank and intimate conversation between the two of us! Later, I tried to tell you the truth so many times but was afraid youd think I was a liar and never again believe me ... Now Im dying, and am afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I dont like the salty coffee, as a matter of fact I hate it! What a strange bad taste.. But since you made it for me with so much love, I drank it all my life! Please forgive me, darling.. for lying to you first in that Coffee Shop and then not telling you the truth everytime you made coffee for me! I am not lying now when I say, I couldnt have that coffee any other way! - still madly in love with you If anybody ask her: How did that salted coffee taste? Its sweet. She always replied.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 08:23:57 +0000
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