A story of one day
(by the way this is a story yes. but it is an analogy. meaning its an example of.)
(not anything in this is really based on anything but simply one simple choice)
this is what i imagined a good story(a litle hightend,but it has a good moral)..i thought it up a few nights ago, while talkin to my dad. i came to tears when i was telling my sister the story. because i help alot of girls and talk to them about their relations. its really hard to listen to them and judge because people get hurt everyday its part of life you just need to realize theres always an equal or greater negative to any positive out there. you just need to know how to balance it. im not saying wait till marriage to have sex(that is what this story is about,im not saying do that. like i said up above this story is simply an analogy), but know the pros and cons to a situation..and level it out. make sure you are fully prepared for the consequences to follow...and belive me no matter how ready you think you are..double check. i've met some hardcore people who had it all. get on there knees crying to me, because of one choice they made led them on a COMPLETELY different path they wanted to be on.. now the story begins..
i am who i am..story of a girl who tells a story.
The sun shined so bright the birds sang so happily. The day was just beginning for me. As I sat up in my bed at the age of 17, I leaned forward to get a stretch before I meet the day with a smile. I picked up my roses. And told a story.
First of all..
These roses resemble something very important to me.
They resemble the purity that I have, that I am saving for the one I want to be with. Yes you may say that's lame. Or make fun of me for my decision,but that's your decision to do so. And I cant argue with that. So go on,make fun. But in the end its me I have to worry about. Not you!
One day, there was this young girl who was given 6 roses by here father, he said to protect it and cherish it, save it for her husband to be. So she wouldn't let them go. She would make sure her hands would be wrapped around the stem so gently but firm so that no one would take them from her, no matter how painful it was to hold on to them. She was the roses protector. she loved these roses. But it was so hard to keep hold on to them, you see the thorns would press against her sweet tender hands and it would get so painful that the blood would run down her precious hands…but she wouldn't give up. She would hold on and remember what her father said. "Respect them and love them, for he will love you for waiting to give them to him. And him alone." So that comforted her for a moment.. but yet the pain did not go away.
She went about doing her day to day routine…till it got so hard the pain was too much to bear…so she gave a rose away thru the waterfall…and the cool gentle water washed her blood away. And she felt no pain for a moment.. yet she had 5 roses left…she knew her father would be disappointed, and she was disappointed in herself. But her hands got a little bit of relief and satisfaction for a moment. (gather a moment of happiness isn't worth a life time of grief). So she went about her day with her 5 roses to show for.. as she went on the, slices and gashes and oh so canny sever from the thorns of the stem brushed against her hands once again and the blood flowed from her palm to the tips of her fingers. She tired to fight back the tears,that streamed down her cheek, of pain it was to hold on to this valuable part of her, but the temptations where so great and she fought and fought. She had tried so hard to back away, but yet the pain was so great and her strength to hold strong was so little and weak. She gave in once more and gave another rose away thru the waterfall and the blood that was gushing from her palms to the tips of her fingers was washed clean with the cool water of the waterfall. She was shinning radiantly for a moment of peace and blissfulness. The excitement faded and the glamour of giving part of herself away soon ended. She had 4 roses left and she yet once again sadly felt disappointed in herself. As the pain grew stronger and stronger. Once she'd giving 2 roses away. For some odd reason the pain got more and more unbearable. Almost as if having more roses was less pain. She's started to brush away the tears but the dripping of the blood only but dribbled on her cheek.. she dabbed it with a napkin. But that didn't help the pain to ease at all. As she walked around hoping to ease her mind and stop the pain by not thinking about how much it hurt. All she could think about was how much fun it was at the time to give a rose away. And so without thinking she gave another rose away.. and she got caught up in the lie of do what feels right. She gave another away and as she was so thrilled, smiling and having a great time, not realizing she was hurting herself so much down deep. Not realizing that how much pain she was causing herself was the non healing type of pain. And the type of choice. Once made you cannot change it. She felt she was in the zone of happiness and she liked it. Yet not knowing what was in store for her, she went on and gave away her last rose… her hands were so beautiful and so clean.. no blood and no cuts. She looked at her hands and never really noticed how unique god made us all to have such details so small on our hands. She was so impressed that she didn't realize she'd given all she had. She no longer had anymore roses. She'd lost all her purity and now she had a wedding to go to .
As she got ready to walk down that white aisle and stand next to the love of her life and say her "I do's." she gazed out the window looking at the birds. As tears ran down her flushed red cheeks and plumped little lips. Her hair curled around her face and she pulled her hair back so it wouldn't catch her tears.. she wiped her face clean and put on a smile. For she didn't think anyone would notice see didn't have any roses to give.
And the music played and her father smiled so proud. So bold to be able to walk such a beautiful young daughter to be wedded to such a handsome young man. She held tightly to here fathers arm as he escorted her to her husband to be. As the music stopped and she looked eye to eye with him. She felt so numb so alone. And couldn't barely hold her head up when she heard him say. "Dear, where's my roses?" as she looked at him, eye to eye, she said I no longer have any.. she took a deep breath and looked into his eyes only to see disappointment in his eyes that gave her the chill of disrespect and she was so forlorn. She then realized that the moment of happiness she thought she was experiencing led her to the lifetime of not respecting herself, because of one choice she would live the rest of her life in regret.
You make choices and live with them. She'd made a choice to have a higher standard than most, and to give a man a reason to respect her and her decision, but she made a choice, doesnt mean it has to ruin her life,but she will always have a lack of respect for herself and will always wish things were different. She will never be content, never satisfied, never have enough,because she will always wonder what else is out there.
Considering in a way it is a great privilege for a man to be able to say, my women waited on me. Not many men have the opportunity to say that. And most men dont find it that much of a thrill. Yet it is a choice some women make for religious views,personal decision,or just not the right time...no matter the choices. waiting till marriage is quite extreme. BUT it gets the point across that true happiness is something you cant just make a random choice for the moment. take your time dont rush anything. esspecially something you cannot change..or might regret.
No matter what decision you make in your life. That is your decision completely. If you feel compfortable with what you choose, by all means have fun.. just be careful in your choices. and make sure they will benefit you in the long run. not just for the moment.
...story isnt finished yet!
Another wedding was taking place the next day. A young girl who was given 6 roses also. And she didn't yield to the temptations of giving herself away before marriage. She saved it all for him. The moment she held on to her fathers arm and the moment she walked down the white aisle on the red peddles laid upon the white silk sheet.. she stood eye to eye with her husband to be and as he saw the roses in her hands and the blood that covered the stems, dripping down her hands to her arms, creating a design while flowing down her beautiful white dress. Tears came to his eyes because he knew she'd waited for him. And he knew that she was worth waiting for because of the pain she went through just to give him the most wonderful gift of all. He took the roses from her and laid them down on the alter, took her pretty small precious hands and ran them under a waterfall of love and security…washed her clean of all the blood and kissed her hands slowly and gently till the pain went away. She felt nothing but satisfied to have waited for the man who would make the wait worth while. She knew that someday waiting would be worth it. And knowing that he is out there and will respect you enough to know that you are more valuable than the sure pleasure of a moment. Then he is worth waiting for!
---->dont get me wrong. this is simply a story i thought up. because i do believe some choices people make can prevent alot of pain.(regret) so yet here i am sharing my story with you. that i would love young girls to be able to read.. the tv and hollywood is hyptonizing the young ladys out there that they have to be a certain way to be accepted...dont ever make a choice just to fit in.. because the only one in the end that will regret it is YOU. only do what you feel comfortable with. p.s. please dont think im being bi-est because the story is about not having sex till marriage. simply an analogy! enjoy.