Your Questions About Gardening

How do you know when you’ve found your soul mate?

I ask because I think I’ve found mine.

It’s hard being a fat woman. All of my life, I have been relegated to playing the role of a clown, to always being the one good for a laugh, and to be laughed at. I haven’t had anyone that I think I could consider as ever having really loved me, and I pretty much assumed it would always be this way.

Until now.

My friend and co-worker broke up with her boyfriend and kicked him out; for a year now she has related what their life together has been, and the way she has talked about him, you would think the guy was a monster. Whenever he would stop by work to see her he seemed pleasant, but she told us he is really a low-life. I accepted that what she said was the truth—she would know, after all—and left it at that.

Well, at the coffee shop one day, there he was, sitting alone at a table. I noticed him as I got my coffee and pastry, but didn’t imagine he’d remember me, so I just sat down at my own table and started in on my pastry. Well, he glanced up, seemed to recognize me, and came over. “Hey, you’re the lady who works with ________”, he said. “Yes; I’m surprised you remembered me”, I laughed in reply.

Well, we got to talking, and he poured his heart out to me. I never had a man open up to me like that. He told me how he was hurt over the breakup with my friend, and knew she had been dragging his name through the mud, but that he understood she was going through her own hurt, and that he allowed her to do whatever she needed to in order to grow. He wouldn’t respond to any of that, just give her understanding, and hoped that she healed her heart. I was just incredibly moved by this. Here was someone totally different from the man I had heard my friend talk about. I was impressed with his character. He noticed the time, and apologized for talking my ear off, but he told me how much I had helped him. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said, “You know, I really appreciate you listening. I’m sleeping on a friend’s couch until I can get on my feet, and have been pretty depressed about it, and over the breakup. You’ve helped me more than you can know.” I was so shocked that here was a handsome, charming, and sensitive man, and one who wasn’t laughing at me, or making a joke at my expense. Here was a man who saw something good in me. I don’t think I ever had that before.

I told him to please call on me whenever he needed someone, that I would be glad to help. After that, we met and talked, and I got him a cell phone so that he could call me whenever he liked. He didn’t want to take it, but I told him to please take it, that I wanted to be a real friend to him. It wasn’t long after that that I got the biggest surprise of all.

He told me he was developing feelings for me! I asked him how he could love a fat pig like me. That was the only time I saw a shadow of anger cross his handsome face. He said, “Don’t ever call yourself that. You don’t realize it, but you are beautiful. Your beauty starts in your heart, and works its way to the surface.” I never thought I would hear someone speaking to me like that. I was just amazed.

We started dating clandestinely, usually just meeting at my place for dinner. I saw him once downtown with his arm around a lady, and I was sure he had seen me and then gone the other way, which confused me; he came by that evening and explained that yes he had seen me, had been out with his sister, and couldn’t yet be public about me, since it was still too soon after his breakup. You see, if anything got back to my friend and co-worker, it would cause me nothing but problems, and he didn’t want to do that to me. Can you imagine? A man who is so thoughtful and considerate of me, that he even cares not to make things hard for me at work. I can honestly say, I have given my heart to him. Yes, I am in love.

Last night, he made love to me for the first time, and I was so nervous about it. He was so gentle and caring, though, and kept telling me over and over how beautiful I was. He could tell I was nervous, and told me he knew I had been hurt so much in the past, but if there was one thing I could trust, it was that he would never hurt me. He held me gently for the longest time when we were through, and was quiet. After a while, he said, “You know, this is the best part of any day that I have had in my entire life. I didn’t think I would fall in love again; now I realize that I am truly falling in love….for the first time.”

I was just crying tears, hearing someone say that about *me*. Fat girl me. The girl who got her head shoved in the toilet in school, the girl who got asked to the Prom by a good looking jock, only to realize it was a vicious joke, the girl whose co-workers tease the UPS delivery man that I have the hots for him, and laugh while he cringes in horror…..me. This man loves ME!

He told me that if he were rich, he would buy me this diamond ring he could get for $6,400.00; he has a friend with connections.
He told me that if he were rich, he would buy me this diamond ring he could get for $6,400.00; he has a friend with connections. He said that for right now he would give me his heart to hold in lieu of the ring. Well, I offered the $4,300.00 I have in savings, if he thought he could get his friend to work something out. He refused to let me clear out my savings, but I insisted he take it. I have to admit, there is just something magical about a handsome man giving a beautiful diamond ring to me, the proverbial ugly duckling. He reluctantly accepted, and this morning I ran by my bank before work and got the cash for him.
I am waiting now for him to come by my work; he said that he thought the time was right to go public with our love, and that he would come by on my lunch hour to give me the ring in front of everyone. I admit it: I want those mean girls to see that I have someone who loves me. It will be a little payback for them!

Well, I know I have written a lot here, but I am so nervous waiting for him to show up. My lunch hour was over a couple of hours ago, but I am sure he is just running late. Maybe he is getting himself all spruced up to come by.

Well, thank you for letting me share my happiness with you. There ARE such things as happy endings!

I really can’t wait for him to get here.

How do you know when you’ve found your soulmate?

I ask because I think I’ve found mine.

It’s hard being a fat woman. All of my life, I have been relegated to playing the role of a clown, to always being the one good for a laugh, and to be laughed at. I haven’t had anyone that I think I could consider as ever having really loved me, and I pretty much assumed it would always be this way.

Until now.

My friend and co-worker broke up with her boyfriend and kicked him out; for a year now she has related what their life together has been, and the way she has talked about him, you would think the guy was a monster. Whenever he would stop by work to see her he seemed pleasant, but she told us he is really a low-life. I accepted that what she said was the truth—she would know, after all—and left it at that.

Well, at the coffee shop one day, there he was, sitting alone at a table. I noticed him as I got my coffee and pastry, but didn’t imagine he’d remember me, so I just sat down at my own table and started in on my pastry. Well, he glanced up, seemed to recognize me, and came over. “Hey, you’re the lady who works with ________”, he said. “Yes; I’m surprised you remembered me”, I laughed in reply.

Well, we got to talking, and he poured his heart out to me. I never had a man open up to me like that. He told me how he was hurt over the breakup with my friend, and knew she had been dragging his name through the mud, but that he understood she was going through her own hurt, and that he allowed her to do whatever she needed to in order to grow. He wouldn’t respond to any of that, just give her understanding, and hoped that she healed her heart. I was just incredibly moved by this. Here was someone totally different from the man I had heard my friend talk about. I was impressed with his character. He noticed the time, and apologized for talking my ear off, but he told me how much I had helped him. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said, “You know, I really appreciate you listening. I’m sleeping on a friend’s couch until I can get on my feet, and have been pretty depressed about it, and over the breakup. You’ve helped me more than you can know.” I was so shocked that here was a handsome, charming, and sensitive man, and one who wasn’t laughing at me, or making a joke at my expense. Here was a man who saw something good in me. I don’t think I ever had that before.

I told him to please call on me whenever he needed someone, that I would be glad to help. After that, we met and talked, and I got him a cell phone so that he could call me whenever he liked. He didn’t want to take it, but I told him to please take it, that I wanted to be a real friend to him. It wasn’t long after that that I got the biggest surprise of all.

He told me he was developing feelings for me! I asked him how he could love a fat pig like me. That was the only time I saw a shadow of anger cross his handsome face. He said, “Don’t ever call yourself that. You don’t realize it, but you are beautiful. Your beauty starts in your heart, and works its way to the surface.” I never thought I would hear someone speaking to me like that. I was just amazed.

We started dating clandestinely, usually just meeting at my place for dinner. I saw him once downtown with his arm around a lady, and I was sure he had seen me and then gone the other way, which confused me; he came by that evening and explained that yes he had seen me, had been out with his sister, and couldn’t yet be public about me, since it was still too soon after his breakup. You see, if anything got back to my friend and co-worker, it would cause me nothing but problems, and he didn’t want to do that to me. Can you imagine? A man who is so thoughtful and considerate of me, that he even cares not to make things hard for me at work. I can honestly say, I have given my heart to him. Yes, I am in love.

Last night, he made love to me for the first time, and I was so nervous about it. He was so gentle and caring, though, and kept telling me over and over how beautiful I was. He could tell I was nervous, and told me he knew I had been hurt so much in the past, but if there was one thing I could trust, it was that he would never hurt me. He held me gently for the longest time when we were through, and was quiet. After a while, he said, “You know, this is the best part of any day that I have had in my entire life. I didn’t think I would fall in love again; now I realize that I am truly falling in love….for the first time.”

I was just crying tears, hearing someone say that about *me*. Fat girl me. The girl who got her head shoved in the toilet in school, the girl who got asked to the Prom by a good looking jock, only to realize it was a vicious joke, the girl whose co-workers tease the UPS delivery man that I have the hots for him, and laugh while he cringes in horror…..me. This man loves ME!

He told me that if he were rich, he would buy me this diamond ring he could get for
He told me that if he were rich, he would buy me this diamond ring he could get for $6,400.00; he has a friend with connections. He said that for right now he would give me his heart to hold in lieu of the ring. Well, I offered the $4,300.00 I have in savings, if he thought he could get his friend to work something out. He refused to let me clear out my savings, but I insisted he take it. I have to admit, there is just something magical about a handsome man giving a beautiful diamond ring to me, the proverbial ugly duckling. He reluctantly accepted, and this morning I ran by my bank before work and got the cash for him.

I am waiting now for him to come by my work; he said that he thought the time was right to go public with our love, and that he would come by on my lunch hour to give me the ring in front of everyone. I admit it: I want those mean girls to see that I have someone who loves me. It will be a little payback for them!

Well, I know I have written a lot here, but I
Well, I know I have written a lot here, but I am so nervous waiting for him to show up. My lunch hour was over a couple of hours ago, but I am sure he is just running late. Maybe he is getting himself all spruced up to come by.

Well, thank you for letting me share my happiness with you. There ARE such things as happy endings!

I really can’t wait for him to get here.

This is the beginning of my story? Please tell me what you think =] Ill try to answer your questions!?

“Sometimes I sit and wonder: how does it make me feel? I think about how maybe someday the pain of thought will go away. And if it won’t… But maybe, if you did not hurt me, if you did not lie to me, if you did not kick me when I was down, I would have learned how to see the light. The more I think about what happened, I see, that all this time you were trying to destroy me, not realizing that you were just building me up.”

We met up at the little coffee shop near our campus; it was a wonderful place to discuss anything awkward and anything serious. Until I got there, I had not thought of what I might say to him. I just walked, as I watched the cloud shapes slowly pass by. It was around 2p.m, and the spring was just unbelievable. I was glad to see the light in the world, because all this time it was just what I wanted. Everything seemed brighter, clearer, and more pure than ever.
The coffee shop we went to was simple and yet beautiful, it was one of those distinguished places lying bellow a four-floor apartment building. He got there first and landed at the two seat table near the window. I was glad, because now, we have something to stare at if he had gotten into continuous silence. We didn’t have to stare at the ceiling, or worse, each other.
I sat in front of him, as he just sat there and stirred the sugar into his coffee. By the look on his face, I knew that he was trying to choose his words carefully. Still, he stirred his coffee in wonder, and opened his mouth once in awhile only to stop himself from saying anything. You see, Alex never really had his own problems, because he never found them, and I assume it was because he chose his words so cautiously. And what was I going to say? I guess I would say whatever I was thinking, but lately I didn’t know what to even think.
I thought we would have never began to talk, until he finally chose his statement, “I’ve known you for years, you were always so outspoken, I just don’t understand how you never told me that something was so seriously wrong…after all these months. How did he get you to keep so quiet, how did could he possibly get you to not get help?” he stated. But I didn’t answer. It was not something that could be answered simply and quickly, so I began to remorsefully stir my coffee as well. It was the right thing to do. This went on for minutes, and my coffee was starting to get cold. So then, I procrastinated by stuffing my mouth with biscuits.
“Look, if you aren’t ready to talk about it, or don’t trust me with it, I guess I will understand…”
His face drooped down into this sad, heartbroken expression, but what could I say? Could I spurt out everything I have been through, into a paragraph or two? It would just leave so many holes.
Alex looked at the side walk outside of the window, I knew it would come in handy for both of us.
“You’ve been there for me, through everything. I’m surprised you didn’t know how much I trust you,” I put my hand over his, and he turned his frown. “You are one of the best people that I have ever met, I can trust you with anything. Because I know that a great friend like you, would never let me down. You built me up, I’ve grown to need you, these mistakes I’ve made, I know that you will understand me…”
My brother smiled and gained this kind of special look on his face. The kind of look in your eyes when someone trusts you with something very precious, you feel appreciated, needed, and like you are finally worth something.
“…and that’s how he did it.” Everything from that point was easy to explain. Everything from that point, was about me, the lies, and my time with Marshall.
I want to make it into a book. this might be the prologue.