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I met him when I was in my college. He was a nice guy. I knew he was what I wanted the first time I saw him. But things turned out that he loved my friend Melody, who was quite beautiful. I left without telling anybody anything. But later I regreted. I thought I should have told him I loved him.

I cannot think of a single person I know, who does not have a painful memory of love lost. I personally have a few, but seem to be lacking the intestinal fortitude to post them

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He tried to explain. "His name is Shane," he said, "he now lives with his mother. I don't mean any harm, I just do not know how to tell you about my past. I was so terrible. But Shane has no fault. He is too young to know about it..." I was just a normal friend to him when Shane came to New Hampshire. They seemed so happy a family when they three went to the beach or park together. Life was cruel to me, but I didn't want to be such a cruel normal friend, who would destroy Shane's family. I chose leaving.

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Like every boring love story, we fell in love very soon. We would ride out every weekend, to the beach, to Wood Predestination, to his house and mine. We were getting along well with each other. I thought I would spend my whole life with him, and I was looking forward to it. A call from California destroyed all my dream. It was from his son. I didn't know he had a son. He never told me. I would forgive him if he had told me about it. But he never did and was not planning to tell me.

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I didn't remember I had given my phone number, so I was a little surprised when he called and asked for a date at Wood Predestination Cafe. He said he would be wearing leather and riding a Suzuki. Then there I saw him again, John, then handsome man I saw last time at Wood Predestination. I saw him step forward, "John", he introduced himself, smiling.

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It was late at 10 pm when I got home. Cherry was talking with her boyfriend on the phone. She is a nice girl. She still shares the flat with me. And she will soon be married. I turned on my PC, logged in bikerkiss.com, and saw I was viewed by 119 new users and winked by 69 of them. "Hi, I've viewed your profile, you are so cute!" from John8516. :-) "Thanks." I replied. He was online so we chatted some and found much interests in common.

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There were few people in the cafe. I chose a seat near the window. Outside it was snowing. I just watched passerby passing by in the snow, waiting for my coffee. Then there came in him, John, a handsome man in his 30s. He was also a biker, coz I saw his Suzuki. At that moment, he drew all my attention. What a good breeding man, I thought. :-)

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I rode on my Harley, down on the road to Wood Predestination Cafe. It was a windy and snowy day, but I felt no cold in my leather and helmet. I was thinking how good it would be if the road had no end, then I could spend my whole life on my Harley. But what if I got hungry and tired and dirty and smelly? :) Then I began to admit that people did need a warm house, and maybe more than just a house~ :-)

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I was confused. What's the definition of love? I asked Cherry what was love. She said after looking up in the dictionary: "A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness." :) I smiled. It was not the answer I wanted. "I guess I'll have to figure it out by myself." But one thing was sure, that I must let go of the past.

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The next day I called and wanted to tell him that I loved him. It took me so much courage to pick up the phone. He seemed very glad. "Where on earth did ya go?" I lied and said I was on a trip to Europe. "cool...", he said, and then he could not help telling me that he had just proposed to Melody, and he said she smiled and agreed. The wedding ceremony was due to be held in May. "well... congratulations!", I said. I was smiling on the phone, but tears falling down and into my mouth, a little bitter~

Dexter....you don't have to say a word....;)....i can tell by the way you type!!!

i think everybody has one of those stories. i know i had mine.