A story copy as i like .π
He met her on a partyπ―. She was so outstanding,
beautiful and cool, many guys chasing after her,
while he so normal, nobody paid attention to
himπ. At the end of the party, he invited her to
have coffee with him, she was surprised, but
due to being polite, she promisedπΆ. They sat in a
nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say
anything,π· she felt uncomfortable, she thought,
please, let me go homeπ.... suddenly he asked the
waiter. 'would you please give me some salt? I'd
like to put it in my coffee.'π
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 you have this hobby? He replied: 'when I was a little
boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the
taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood,
think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living
there'. While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he 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 nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.
They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he
had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then
they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: 'My dearest, please forgive me,
forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the
first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again'. .....
Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet. She replied...
Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2 listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!
Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.
Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.
Who calls you back when you hang up on him.
Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.
Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.
Who holds your hand in front of his friends.
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, '...that's her.
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