Introduction:

Falling in love is probably one of the most wonderful times in all of our lives, probably second only to having children. And there are relationships that maintain that emotional bond that explodes at the very beginning.

If we could only learn how to keep the flame alive, as the saying goes, then we could enjoy the happiness of a successful relationship.

We only need to figure out the root causes of our troubles and overcome them. Yes, life can be difficult and yes, relationships can be difficult. What is so wonderful is that positive relationships are actually easy, if we could only learn how to keep them that way.

The objective is to fall in love and to stay in love. If you want to find a book with wonderful stories of lifelong love then read I Like Being Married: Treasured Traditions, Rituals, and Stories by Michael Leach and Therese Borchard for some touching stories. Below are just two of the touching stories that are presented.

Overview:

“Dana came into the room. She stood beside me, and we made eye contact. I mouthed my first lucid words to her: ‘Maybe we should let me go.’ Dana started crying. She said, ‘I am only going to say this once: I will support whatever you want to do, because this is your life, and your decision. But I want you to know that I’ll be with you for the long haul, no matter what.’ Then she added the words that saved my life: ‘You’re still you. And I love you.’

If she had looked away or paused or hesitated even slightly, or if I had felt there was a sense of her being-being what?-noble, or fulfilling some obligation to me, I don’t know if I could have pulled through. Because it had dawned on me that I was going to be a huge burden to everybody, that I had ruined my life and everybody else’s. Not fair to anybody. The best thing to do would be to slip away.

But what Dana said made living seem possible, because I felt the depth of her love and commitment. I was even able to make a little joke. I mouthed, ‘This is way beyond the marriage vows-in sickness and in health.’ And she said, ‘I know.’ I knew then and there that she was going to be with me forever.”

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.

And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, ‘Be my Valentine,’ like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
‘I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.
My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.’

She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.

Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband’s favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.

With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her so much pain?

‘I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,’

The owner said, ‘I knew you’d call, and you would want to know.
The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.
There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you’ll get them every year.

There also is another thing, that I think you should know,

He wrote a special little card…he did this years ago.
Then, should ever I find out that he’s no longer here,
That’s the card…that should be sent, to you the following year.’
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly read the card.
Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote…

‘Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone,

I hope it hasn’t been too hard for you to overcome.
I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
Or if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.
You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.

I know it’s only been a year, but please try not to grieve.

I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
This is why the roses will be sent to you for years.
When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.

But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.

Please…try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.

The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,

When your door’s not answered, when the florist stops to knock.
He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I’ve instructed him.
And place the roses where we are, together once again.’