Read this love story recently and wanted to share it with you. Love means something very real to me, more than words can explain. I have not and will not let love become spoiled from those who were careless in how they handled my heart. (Neither should you). To me, love is best taught though a person's actions - in this story, the act of loving without having seen a person's face. Isn't this what the word faith is all about?
John fell in love with a woman. He stood by his love and owned it all the way through.
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.
His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and ... [Read the rest of the story here]
"Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are..."
Bring it! and then, ... Own it!