today...
is the day, i actually cried reading a story
i have never cried after reading any story
or during it
it was nothing like before
even right now, my eyes are still rather sore...
its was just too touching you know
i'm sure others who read this,
would have also cried to it...
ths story was truly excellent
and the piano piece at the end was very nice too
it truly deserves to be the best
how ever, what the net can offer
was just till the 17th chapter..
leaving the 18th to the 20th chapter away
i'm havin the urge to buy it...
so as to find out the ending of the story
http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htmI Believe You, by Low Kay Hwa...
reprinted for the third time
back by popular demand
i'm really gonna buy it...
maybe..
just maybe, its gonna be the one book
that would break my record
that i woul only cease to read any book
for once, and unless REALLY nessecary
like for literature test
i would scan thru it again...
kinda regret not knowing about this book earlier
than i could have requested this book
instead of the book Cheeryl senior bought
sry to say but i have not touched it
=X but i'm sure you'll be touched to,
by the story line
and the words it uses...
it touched my heart... hopefully, it touched yours...
“There was once a matchstick who scratched its head. Then it died.”
“You’re like the North Pole of a magnet bar, and Jacky is also like the North Pole of a magnet bar. There’s no way for both of you to be close together. There’s a force that’ll always push you both apart. This force is called the obstacle, like interest differences, communication problems and etc.
“However, if you put a metal bar in between, both you magnets will stick to it. And you’ll be close to each other. That metal bar dissolves the force that pushes both of you away. And that metal bar is what we called love.”
“I’ll be back. So don’t you run off! I’m still the sun, shining on you, the flower. I’ll be back once the cloud moves away. Wait, just wait, okay?””
“Hello, you’d better come back. Even if you’re in hell or heaven, or any other place, you’d better come back here. Because I’ll…” I could not continue. I paused, gave myself a breather, and said, “I’ll be here, waiting for you.”
Someone once told me the longest wait is not created by the amount of time passed, but by your mind.
