Everything you’ve ever read, heard or seen in the movies about long-distance relationships is true: They’re risky, they’re challenging… and they can be the most rewarding time of your life. LDR’s aren’t for everyone, but for many who are forced to decide between maintaining the relationship across the expanse between you and ending it altogether, the choice becomes obvious.

They met in a formal dinner. She was nervous. He was sweet. They both led very busy lives with very demanding careers. He managed to make quite an impression, until he took her to the middle of the floor, and asked her to dance the chicken dance with him. In a black-tie formal event. Utterly shocked, her eyebrows shot up as she asked him, “You’re joking right?”

Someone once said, love does not walk away, people do. I will add, and they take love with them. It is like taking it out of an old box, folding it carefully, packing into a bag and taking it away from you. And you are left with nothing but pain, memories and a great feeling of a loss. A loss of something big. Something important. Something meaningful. Once it is gone, nothing else matters. The world is not the same anymore. You are not the same anymore.

“Alright hun.” Claire asks as we start unloading the car. I could only shrug. My best friend Claire and her boyfriend were helping me sell my stuff at the local car boot sale. It was early Sunday morning and Kieren and I would still be in bed right now, reading the papers and eating breakfast if he hadn’t left me just over a year ago.

It was a really busy place with so many interesting stalls and people. So many people clearing out to make room for the new.

She woke up and instantly checked the clock. 3 am. Not that bad, she thought. Yesterday it was 2 am, the day before she had not have any sleep at all. She hardly could sleep since he had gone. How could she sleep if he was not there. She was sitting on her bed, looking around, waiting, ready to see him enter the room. Though she knew he never would.

“I love you!” he said looking into her sparkling eyes and waiting impatiently for a reply from her side. She blushed and whispered “I love you too” maybe a little too fast but who cares since these were words he has been waiting for for so long. He gave her a soft kiss on lips and they went together on the path of a new and happy life… life together”

He woke up from his dream knowing it would never come true as she got married just last month.

“I love you” she repeated again and again. Felt so good to be able to say it out loudly. And to hear the same magical three words back. To know that you are loved….

I have come across the video some time ago. Sure, some of you have seen it, but some might not yet have had a chance. It is over 12 minutes long but it is 12 minutes that you will enjoy.

Happy watching.

When you were a kid you had this perfect picture in your mind. The picture of how things will be. Of how they should be. When you were a kid you had all the answers. When, how, who? You knew it all. Once you grow up, you still have the picture but the answers are gone. You have more questions. More than you can handle. More than you want to have. You really wish you had the answers but it is really tough with the questions being changed all the time. It is not just when, how and who anymore. It is why, for how long, how much, with whom, where? You lose yourself in the myriads of questions, drowning in the ocean of unanswered hopes and unfulfilled dreams.

Infidelity brings with it a wave of pain, hopelessness and despair. Dealing with the aftermaths of an affair can be traumatic, for all the three concerned. Though we have read, seen movies, discussed with friends, tried to analyze the causes and effects, the subject continues to evoke a curiosity each time it is discussed threadbare, probably with the hope that we may be able to find a quicker and better solution to the problem.

Instead of going into the reasons why people cheat, I would like to deal with the effects this act has, on all the three people concerned. Whether you are married or in a committed relationship, infidelity evokes a similar kind of response. Lets deal with it one by one.

First of all, Show Your Best - February Blog Contest is closed. We have received 20 submissions which is less than for janyay contest but still a decent amount of wonderful blog posts. The results will be announced this Saturday, March 20.

Meanwhile you can take part in another contest here on The Colors Magazine. Tell Your Love Story writing contest. It is completely free and you all are welcome to participate and who us what you have got.

And yes, you still can vote for me over here http://nekonette.com/contest/vote.php to help me win. Thanks a ton to those who already have voted.

Remember 55 Fiction Writing Contest? Remember how much fun it was? I do. And I want more fun. Let me assume you want more fun too. And here I am offering you an opportunity you can’t say ‘no’ to. I am offering you another WRITING CONTEST. I got your attention now? Great! Here we go. It is an official opening ceremony for Write Your Love Story contest. I bet you are even more attentive now. Are you?

You might have noticed that the frequency of articles in The Colors Magazine has reduced these days and it has a few reasons. Other than workload and shifting to a new hosting (some things might still be messy, let me know if you find any) one of the reasons is launching of my mom’s blog over here http://lifemixture.ru. Before you drop by I must warn you that it is in Russian. So if by accident there are any Russian readers you are welcome to drop by and leave a couple of comments.

Before I proceed to today’s post which is actually Tuesday Love Ramblings- one I want to add a few more things.

There is a contest we launched on Sunday - Show Your Best for the best February post.

Imagine a perfect relationship. A relationship full of love, passion, respect, tolerance, understanding. Imagine that you wake up to sweet good mornings and go to bed after a good night kiss. Every single day. 365 days a year. No exceptions. No failures.