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	<title>Sheela Mishra &#187; Pain</title>
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		<title>Just Five More Minutes</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 17:51:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.

â€œThatâ€™s my son over there,â€ she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a rel="attachment wp-att-404" href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/20/just-five-more-minutes/just-five-more-minutes-2/"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-404" title="Just five more minutes" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/just-five-more-minutes-201x300.jpg" alt="Just five more minutes" width="201" height="300" /></a>While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.</p>
<p>“That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.</p>
<p>“He’s a fine looking boy” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”</p>
<p>Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?”</p>
<p>Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”</p>
<p>The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”</p>
<p>Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”</p>
<p>The man smiled and said, “OK.”</p>
<p>“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.</p>
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<p>The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.</p>
<p>She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”</p>
<p>Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?</p>
<p>Give someone you love five more minutes of your time today!</p>
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		<title>I Love Every Word That You Say</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/13/i-love-every-word-that-you-say/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 16:37:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[No matter what happened Between me and you You were always there And showed me our love was true I made you seem perfect But you did hurt me before I never told anyone About that time you broke my heart But no matter what you did I always did forgive I still believe in <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/13/i-love-every-word-that-you-say/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/ILoveU.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-356" title="I Love You" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/ILoveU-300x225.jpg" alt="I Love You" width="300" height="225" /></a>No matter what happened<br />
Between me and you<br />
You were always there<br />
And showed me our love was true</p>
<p>I made you seem perfect<br />
But you did hurt me before<br />
I never told anyone<br />
About that time you broke my heart</p>
<p>But no matter what you did<br />
I always did forgive<br />
I still believe in your loving words<br />
That took away all my pain and hurt</p>
<p>Three years, five months<br />
We were engaged<br />
Even if I was young<br />
For the future we could wait</p>
<p>So many times we lost our place<br />
But it&#8217;s hard to be together<br />
When we&#8217;re miles away<br />
So maybe it was fate</p>
<p>Many nights I cried<br />
And got on my knees<br />
Making sure God listened<br />
That I needed you next to me</p>
<p>Today I still love you<br />
More than I ever did<br />
But I guess the love you had<br />
For me took a scary twist</p>
<p>I guess you found another<br />
That is near you<br />
It hurts because you didn&#8217;t say Goodbye<br />
But I remember..<br />
The last words you said were..</p>
<p><strong>I Love You</strong></p>
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		<title>My smile is not my truth</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/13/my-smile-is-not-my-truth/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 16:35:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Smiling is not my reality, I smile to fool this world. This is how I pretend to be, But this is not the truth of my life. Drowning in a flood of tears, But tears are my destiny. My vision a blur as I fulfill, And this is how I meant to be. As you <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/13/my-smile-is-not-my-truth/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/ThinkingOfYou.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-358" title="Thinking Of You" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/ThinkingOfYou-225x300.jpg" alt="Thinking Of You" width="225" height="300" /></a>Smiling is not my reality,<br />
I smile to fool this world.<br />
This is how I pretend to be,<br />
But this is not the truth of my life.</p>
<p>Drowning in a flood of tears,<br />
But tears are my destiny.<br />
My vision a blur as I fulfill,<br />
And this is how I meant to be.</p>
<p>As you regarded suicide as sin,<br />
I am not against you my heart is pure.<br />
Fate is mocking with an evil,<br />
Grin,Â  surrounded in a blackness so deep.</p>
<p>I walk, I see, but survive no more,<br />
I am dead inside, in darkness I weep.<br />
You know I love you like ever before,<br />
Forgive me as in my grave I lay.</p>
<p>Free me of this pain and let me die,<br />
I just can&#8217;t bare it any more.</p>
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		<title>Life Is Like Prison Sometimes!</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/13/life-is-like-prison-sometimes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 16:33:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Life is a prison,
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a rel="attachment wp-att-360" href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/13/life-is-like-prison-sometimes/life-is-like-a-prison/"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-360" title="Life is like a prison sometimes" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/life-is-like-a-prison-300x234.jpg" alt="Life is like a prison sometimes" width="300" height="234" /></a>Life is a prison,<br />
No one to listen,<br />
To hear when you shout.</p>
<p>If you fall it don&#8217;t matter,<br />
There&#8217;s no one to care.</p>
<p>Watching freedom is painful,<br />
For those locked away.</p>
<p>Seeing joy, love and happiness,<br />
Another price that you pay.</p>
<p>Hide the pain,<br />
Carry on ,<br />
Routine is the key.</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t let on that you&#8217;re not,<br />
What you&#8217;re pretending to be.</p>
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		<title>Last page of my notebook</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/13/last-page-of-my-note-book/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 16:28:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Whenever any thought came into my mind, I wrote it on the last page of my notebook. Whenever the lectures were boring, I played games, used to draw pictures on the last page of my notebook. When I was angry with anyone and wanted to flood my anger, I used the last page of my <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/13/last-page-of-my-note-book/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-361" title="Last page of my notebook" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/last-page-of-my-notebook-300x202.jpg" alt="Last page of my notebook" width="300" height="202" />Whenever any thought came into my mind,<br />
I wrote it on the last page of my notebook.</p>
<p>Whenever the lectures were boring,<br />
I played games, used to draw pictures<br />
on the last page of my notebook.</p>
<p>When I was angry with anyone and<br />
wanted to flood my anger,</p>
<p>I used the last page of my notebook.</p>
<p>When I discovered I was in love with him,<br />
I shared my thoughts with the<br />
Last page of my notebook.</p>
<p>When I was really wrong,<br />
And I wanted to confess it to someone,<br />
I told about it to last page of my notebook.</p>
<p>When I wanted not to forget some points taught by my teacher<br />
I discussed it with the last page of my notebook.</p>
<p>Still many things are there to be written<br />
on the last page of my notebook.</p>
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		<title>Butterfly</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/11/butterfly/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 18:50:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/09/11/butterfly/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/cocoon.jpg"><img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-345" title="cocoon" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/cocoon-150x150.jpg" alt="cocoon" width="150" height="150" /></a>A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.</p>
<p>So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.</p>
<p>The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.</p>
<p>The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.</p>
<p><span id="more-344"></span>Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.</p>
<p>What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God&#8217;s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.</p>
<p>Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.</p>
<p>We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!</p>
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		<title>Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/08/12/mom/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 18:53:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[MomGod saw you were getting tiredAnd a cure was not to be&#8230;&#8230;So He put His arms around you and whispered, &#8220;Come to Me&#8221;With tearful eyes I watched you,and saw you pass away&#8230;.Although I loved you dearly&#8230;.I could not make you stay.A golden heart stopped beating,Hard working hands at rest.God broke my heart to prove to <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/08/12/mom/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> <DIV> <H2 align="center">Mom</H2><BR><H3 align="center">God saw you were getting tired<BR><BR>And a cure was not to be&#8230;&#8230;<BR><BR>So He put His arms around you and whispered, <BR><BR>&#8220;Come to Me&#8221;<BR><BR>With tearful eyes I watched you,<BR><BR>and saw you pass away&#8230;.<BR><BR>Although I loved you dearly&#8230;.<BR><BR>I could not make you stay.<BR><BR>A golden heart stopped beating,<BR><BR>Hard working hands at rest.<BR><BR>God broke my heart to prove to me<BR><BR>He only takes the best.</H3> <DIV align="center"><IMG border="0" hspace="0" alt="Mom, I Love You" align="baseline" src="http://www.sheelamishra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/mom.jpg" width="535"></DIV> </DIV></p>
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		<title>Does Love Need A Reason?</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/01/05/does-love-need-a-reason/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 04:27:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Does Love Need A Reason? Some people never understand. One a lady when having a conversation with her lover. Lady: Why do you like me? Why do you love me? Man: I can&#8217;t tell the reason but I really like you. Lady: You can&#8217;t even tell me the reason. How can you say you like <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2009/01/05/does-love-need-a-reason/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em><strong>Does Love Need A Reason?</strong></em></p>
<p>Some people never understand. One a lady when having a conversation with her lover.</p>
<p>Lady: Why do you like me? Why do you love me?<br />
Man: I can&#8217;t tell the reason but I really like you.<br />
Lady: You can&#8217;t even tell me the reason. How can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?<br />
Man: I really don&#8217;t know the reason but I can prove that I love you.<br />
Lady: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend&#8217;s boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!<br />
Man: Okay, Okay! Hmmm, because you are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because you are caring, because you are loving, because you are thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movement.<br />
<span id="more-207"></span><!--more--><br />
The lady felt very satisfied with the man&#8217;s answer. Unfortunately, A few days later the lady met with an accident and went in coma. The guy then placed a letter by her side. Here is the content of the letter:</p>
<blockquote><p>Darling, because of your sweet voice I loved you..<br />
Now can you talk?No!<br />
Therefore I cannot love you&#8230;.</p>
<p>Because of your care and concern I liked you&#8230;<br />
Now that you cannot show them,<br />
therefore I cannot love you..</p>
<p>Because of your smile because of your every movement I loved you..<br />
Now can you smile?Now can you move?.. no!<br />
therefore I cannot love you..</p>
<p>If love needs a reason, like now,<br />
there is no reason for me to love you anymore.</p>
<p>Does LOVE need a reason?</p>
<p>NO, Therefore,<br />
I still love you&#8230;</p>
<p>True love never dies for it is lust that fades away. Love bonds for a lifetime lust just pushes away.</p></blockquote>
<p>Immature love says: &#8220;I love you because I need You.&#8221;<br />
Mature love says: &#8220;I need you because I love you.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>A Girl in CD Store</title>
		<link>http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/12/22/a-girl-in-cd-store/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 08:36:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was once a guy who suffered from cancer&#8230; a cancer that can&#8217;t be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/12/22/a-girl-in-cd-store/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was once a guy who suffered from cancer&#8230; a cancer that can&#8217;t be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once. So he asked his mother and she gave him permission.</p>
<p>He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat.</p>
<p>She looked up and asked, &#8220;Can I help you?&#8221;</p>
<p><span id="more-178"></span>She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.</p>
<p>He said, &#8220;Uh&#8230; Yeah&#8230; Umm&#8230; I would like to buy a CD.&#8221;</p>
<p>He picked one out and gave her money for it.</p>
<p>&#8220;Would you like me to wrap it for you?&#8221; she asked, smiling her cute smile again.</p>
<p>He nodded and she went to the back.</p>
<p>She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn&#8217;t. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her.</p>
<p>So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn&#8217;t looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out&#8230;</p>
<p>!!!RRRRRING!!!</p>
<p>The mother picked up the phone and said, &#8220;Hello?&#8221;</p>
<p>It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, &#8220;You don&#8217;t know? He passed away yesterday&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy&#8217;s mother. Later in the day. The mother went into the boy&#8217;s room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.</p>
<p>Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.</p>
<p>It said: Hi&#8230; I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn</p>
<p>The mother opened another CD&#8230;</p>
<p>Again there was a piece of paper. It said: Hi&#8230; I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love, Jacelyn</p>
<p>Love is&#8230; when you&#8217;ve had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, &#8220;I Love You&#8221; </p>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t be late for LOVE</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 04:38:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sheela Mishra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Daniel : I guess we are the left overs in this world. Jasmine : I think so. All of my friends have boyfriends and we are the only two persons left in this world without any special someone in our lives. Daniel: Yup! I don&#8217;t know what to do. Jasmine: I know! We&#8217;ll play a <a href="http://www.sheelamishra.com/2008/12/19/dont-be-late-for-love/"><b>...Read the Rest</b></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Daniel : I guess we are the left overs in this world.<br />
Jasmine : I think so. All of my friends have boyfriends and we are the only two persons left in this world without any special someone in our lives.<br />
Daniel: Yup! I don&#8217;t know what to do.<br />
Jasmine: I know! We&#8217;ll play a game.<br />
Daniel: What game?<br />
Jasmine: I&#8217;ll be your girlfriend for thirty days and you will be my boyfriend.<br />
Daniel: That&#8217;s a great plan. In fact, I don&#8217;t have anything to do for the following weeks..</p>
<p>DAY 1:<br />
They watched their first movie together and were both touched in the romantic film.</p>
<p>DAY 4:<br />
They went to the beach and had a picnic. Daniel and Jasmine had their quality time together.</p>
<p><span id="more-154"></span>DAY 12:<br />
Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they went to a Horror House. Jasmine was scared and she tried to touch Daniel&#8217;s hand but by accident she touched someone else&#8217;s and they both laughed..</p>
<p>DAY 14:<br />
They saw a fortune teller down the road and asked for their future. The fortune teller said: &#8220;My darlings, please don&#8217;t waste the time of your lives. Spend your time together happily.&#8221; Then tears flow from the teller&#8217;s eyes.</p>
<p>DAY 20:<br />
Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the hill and they saw a meteor. Jasmine mumbled something .</p>
<p>DAY 28:<br />
They rode on a bus and because of the bumpy road, Jasmine gave her first kiss to Daniel by accident.</p>
<p>DAY 29: 11:37 pm:<br />
Daniel and Jasmine were sitting in the park where they first decided to play this game.</p>
<p>Daniel: I&#8217;m tired Jasmine. Do you want any drinks? I&#8217;ll buy you one. I&#8217;ll just go down the road.<br />
Jasmine: Apple juice would be fine,thanks.<br />
Daniel: Wait for me&#8230;</p>
<p>20 minutes later, a stranger approached Jasmine.</p>
<p>Stranger : Are you a friend of Daniel?</p>
<p>Jasmine : Yes. Why? What happened?</p>
<p>Stranger : A reckless drunken driver ran over Daniel and he is critical in the hospital.</p>
<p>11:57pm:<br />
The doctor came out from the emergency room and handed out an apple juice and a letter to Jasmine.</p>
<p>Doctor : We found this in Daniel&#8217;s pocket.</p>
<p>Jasmine read the letter which says:</p>
<blockquote><p>Jasmine, this past few days, I realized you are really a cute girl and I am falling for you. Your cherished smile, your everything when we played this game and before this game ends. I would like you to be my girlfriend for the rest of my life. I love you, Jasmine.</p></blockquote>
<p>Jasmine crumples the paper &#038; shouted..</p>
<blockquote><p>Daniel! I don&#8217;t want you to die. I love you. Remember that night we saw a meteor? I mumbled something. I wished that we would be together forever and never end this game. Please don&#8217;t leave me, Daniel. I love you, you cannot do this to me.</p></blockquote>
<p>Then the clock strikes twelve.</p>
<p>Daniel&#8217;s heart stop pumping</p>
<p>THEN IT WAS THE 30th DAY&#8230;</p>
<p><em>Always love your loved ones and show them how you feel before it&#8217;s too late. You will never know when they will be gone from your embrace. If you were given a time to bestow petals of everlasting compassion &#038; love to your love ones, today is the day. Love them while they are still here</em>.</p>
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