However, there is nothing better than roses to give you a lift and raise vibrations in your home. Roses are traditionally associated with such compassionate female deities as The Virgin Mary, Quan Yin and Aphrodite. I like to buy a rose (or a bouquet of roses) and recite following little poem by Elizabeth Clare Prophet: "As a rose unfolding fair, Wafts her fragrance on air, I pour forth to God devotion, One now with cosmic ocean." I visualize my entire home being blasted with pink, violet or white light and then next thing I know, phone is ringing off hook, I'm paid, and there's a new Prince Charming standing at door. Sure he doesn't have any money, or a place to live, but what can I say...nature abhors a vacuum and she's got to fill it with someone.

Did relationship last? No. Only for a short period. Not even up to a year. We began to have problems and misunderstandings with each other. I couldn’t understand her anymore. Her speech and her character changed. And she started dressing like a woman of easy virtue. Her beauty began to wither away like petals of a flower whose stems and roots couldn’t absorb water and nutrients from soil anymore. Everyone complained of her. And I tried each time to caution and advise her, but she wouldn’t listen. Her stubbornness become worse. One thing I could remember she says is: “This is me. This is my nature.”

Forty-eight hours after regaining my consciousness from an accident that almost took away my life; I visited her again with a friend who decided to accompany me to campus. Seeing me leaping my leg like a disabled fellow, she never asked what was wrong with me.

I felt pains within me. Tears rushed out shamelessly from my eyes like a-day-old child who was denied breast feeding by his mother. Hoping that she was going to reverse her decision of quitting relationship, she looked into my eyeballs, stretched her right hand and handed me something. But behold, it was a ring—the engagement ring that I had earlier given to her—that I saw in my palm. Not knowing what to say, I dried up tears from my eyes. She looked at me again as one without feelings at all, telling me, “it is over.” I close my eyes for a few seconds, thinking of what to say before she leaves. But before long, she was gone Walking majestically. Like an innocent baby.

Love. I’ve known what it is. Maybe disguise. Or a game of chance. I don’t want to play games with it. I’m scared to love another, because it almost ruined my life. I don’t want to meet another lady that would ruin my life, but one that would support me and take good care of me as my mother does. And one that will be like an “angel” to me. One that will take me for who I am and not for what I am not. One that will look straight into my eyes and tell me she loves me too after I might have said same to her. I need a girl that will walk side by side with me and not be ashamed. One that when I’ll look into her eyes would bring peace to my soul. One that will live in peace and harmony with me when I get married to her. One that will lengthen my life-span. One that will take me up when I’m down. One that will nurse me when I’m sick.

For I do not want a girl that will think of separation or divorce when little things go wrong. Like girl in my college. No. I do not want her.

DD Phil is a romance writer. His book titled “How to Marry your Spouse” is coming soon. Mailto: affectionatewriter@yahoo.com

DD Phil is a romance writer. His book titled “How to Marry your Spouse” is coming soon.