To my dearest friend, I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep. I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear, “It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.” I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me. I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more. I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care. I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there. I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you; I smiled and said, “it’s me.” You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there. It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.” You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew… in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you. The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.” And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side. I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to me.

Dearest Marie: As the war ends for me, i have no regrets, I’ve seen too much horror I hope fate has been more merciful to you. Our time on Earth is brief, and mine has been filled with so much joy, that i can only be thankful for how much i’ve been blessed, most specially for the wonder you brought into my life. This letter is my last, I’ve been found guilty by a military court for the death of an officer. It was not my intention to kill him. War makes men mad. Though i failed Karl, i know my sacrifice has not been in vain. I fought for my country and my liberty, my honour is assured. Since it is the will of God to separate us on Earth, i hope we’ll meet again in heaven. Keep me in your prayers. Your loving papa, Always. [spoiler]its a reference [/spoiler]

The ending to valiant hearts. It was the first time I cried at a videogame characters death.

girl is talkin 2 boyfrend she tells him she will love him 4ever she asks if he will love him 4ever he ses no girl runs away and trips girl is ded boy leans down and wispers I won't love u 4ever I will love u 5ever becuz 5ever is more than 4ever [spoiler]leik if u cri evertim [/spoiler]

[quote]It was a long time ago. I joined a server on Minecraft. I don't play Minecraft anymore, though. A lot of people were friendly. They showed me around and helped me out. Some people gave me diamonds and other rarities. A group of people invited me to join their clan, and I happily accepted. I believe the clan was called "Iron Wolves". The motto was "The pack as hard as steel; our kinship is never broken"... or something like that. Their base was located secretly underground. The only way in was to dig, and then we would place dirt back to hide the entrance. The base wasn't fancy, but it felt fun to live in. It felt secret and simple, with stone walls and floor. My clanmates built me a fancy room for myself while I was mining for them. I was very grateful, and I felt that they were going to be close, trusted friends. We worked hard to upgrade our base, adding an enchantment table after selling a lot of ore and wood, we greatly expanded the land and food of our small underground farm, we added golems and animals to the base, we had a huge mining project below the base, etc. We would document accomplishments in books, which we stored in a special room dedicated for those books. We participated in the server's events, such as a game where we would use shovels to break snow blocks to make opponents fall into lava (the last survivor wins a lot of money and loot), parkour games, "Hunger Games", mob fights (moderators spawn a bunch of mobs in the spawn town and we fight them), "Easter Hunts", etc. A few month passed, and it was my birthday. I joined the server, but my clanmates were not there. They set up a birthday party, decorating the entire clan base. The birthday party was suppose to be mainly held in the living room, our social room, where we roleplayed eating and other stuff. The cost was about $4000 (not real life money). A close moderator told me that she and the clan waited for me to join, but postponed it for the next day since I did not join. A player begged for help after losing his home to griefers and wanted to join a clan. I invited him to the clan I was in. The second-in-command of the clan advised me against it, but told he me that he trusted my decision. The next day, I logged in. The base was destroyed. Everything looted and burned. The enchantment table we worked hard for was gone. The underground farm I helped build was gone. The golems and animals we had were gone. Our chests filled with loot and diaries were gone. The person I invited had a "mercenary" (a player up for hire to do other people's work) with him. That mercenary was one of the best in the server, whom I believe was named "TheOne". I was quick to defend the base, along with the second-in-command, who became a close friend. I repeatedly died, as well as my friend, but I still went for those insignificant punches. A rival of that mercenary, whom I believe was named something along the lines of "DarkSlayer", offered to help free of charge and promised to return loot, as he wanted to use the chance to get back at TheOne. He was close to killing them, close to retrieving some loot back, especially our books, but the two enemies quickly escaped via teleport (they ran away and used the teleport command after the cooldown from the fight was gone). The second-in-command was the only clanmate to be logged in at the time. He didn't talk to me much after the event, as if he didn't want to. He went to his original home and said that he wouldn't bother with the base. I further inspected the base. I was hoping it was left untouched, but it wasn't. The living room was destroyed. The cakes on the tables were mostly eaten. The decorations were destroyed. It wasn't the thought of not having a party that hurt me, but it was the feeling of betrayal, and me being responsible for it. It felt like my clanmates did everything for me, but I destroyed it. More than a year after the event, I returned to the server. Most of the players and moderators left. The server was actually being shut down in a few days. I revisited the base, and it was mostly rebuilt. What really hurt me was the fact that my personal room was still there. They stored books in one of my chests. They were diaries after the event. As I read through them, I saw their determination, and eventually, one by one, they left due to college, work, etc. The last diary in the chest had the words "Happy Birthday". They even left a cake on a table in the room. I joined 2 other servers after the event and made many more memories. I created a clan in both of them, both named "Iron Wolves".[/quote]

That moment when you realize halo 5 isn't nearly as good as halo 3 was. 343 isn't nearly as good as Bungie was ;_;

I really do love you all, please don't hate me... [spoiler]Calvin and Hobbes:The Finale "Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?" In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, "Did... did you.... find him?" "Yes dear," Susie said smiling sadly, "He was in the attic." Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long. "I washed him for you," Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband. "Thank you, Susie." Calvin said. A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia. "Dear," Calvin said finally. "Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him." "All right," Susie said. "I'll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I'll be back soon." Susie kissed her huband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you," he said. "And I love you," said Susie. Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door. Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. "Hello Hobbes. It's been a long time hasn't it old pal?" Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. "It sure has, Calvin." said Hobbes. "You... haven't changed a bit." Calvin smiled. "You've changed a lot." Hobbes said sadly. Calvin laughed, "Really? I haven't noticed at all." There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room. "So... you married Susie Derkins." Hobbes said, finally smiling. "I knew you always like her." "Shut up!" Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever. "Tell me everything I missed. I'd love to hear what you've been up to!" Hobbes said, excited. And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause. "You know... I visited you in the attic a bunch of times." Calvin said. "I know." "But I couldn't see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal." Calvin voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes. "You grew up old buddy." said Hobbes. Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn't grow up and that we'd be together forever!!" Hobbes stroke the Calvin's hair, or what little was left of it. "But you didn't." "What do you mean?" "We were always together... in our dreams." "We were?" "We were." "Hobbes?" "Yeah, old buddy?" "I'm so glad I got to see you like this... one last time..." "Me too, Calvin. Me too." "Sweetheart?" Susie voice came from outside the door. "Yes dear?" Calvin replied. "Can I come in?" Susie asked. "Just a minute." Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. "Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks... for everything..." "No, thank you Calvin." Hobbes said. Calvin turned back to the door and said, "You can come in now." Susie came in and said, "Look who's come to visit you." Calvin's children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin's room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. "Grandpa!!" screamed the child in delight. "Francis!" cried Calvin's daughter, "Be gentle with your grandfather." Calvin's daughter turned to her dad. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories." Calvin laughed and said, "Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age." Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, "Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up." Calvin's beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tommorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, "Francis. Come here for a second." Francis came over to his grandfather's side, "What is it Gramps?" Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. "This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him." "He's just a stuffed tiger." Francis said, eyebrows raised. Calvin laughed, "Well, let me tell you a secret." Francis leaned closer to Clavin. Calvin whispered, "If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger." Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, "Not only that he will be your best friend forever." "Wow! Thanks grandpa!" Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again. "Francis! We need to go now!" Calvin's daughter called. "Okay!" Francis shouted back. "Take good care of him." Calvin said. "I will." Francis said before running off after the rest of the family. Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. He eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. "I'll take care of him, Calvin..." Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face. Original Credit - Samuraitiger19[/spoiler]

For all the fma fans

True story One day when traveling home from school, my dad was telling me about his "run in" with the auto mechanic. I was only 8 so I didn't really understand what he was saying. There was a train ahead in this residential area, and the crossing was the kind without the guard that drops. As we approach it he starts trying to brake but nothing happens. He starts stomping, but nothing. We are about 15 feet away and slowly rolling a 4000 lb car toward a moving train. He yells, bail out, so I grab the door and start to jump. 3 feet from the train and he slams on the brakes and grabs me by the back pack. I turn and look at him in tears and trembling in fear. He smiles and says "I was just stomping on the floor board." [spoiler]i've got a dozen of these stories[/spoiler]

So sad http://youtu.be/dQw4w9WgXcQ

:(

The Eulogy I wrote for my dog is pretty sad face. [quote] > A Fragment "This is the story of a dog - well, it's more the story of a universe, or perhaps the story of a fragment. How old was I magnum when I first laid eyes on you? Six or seven maybe, how it seems so distant now. I have few memories of you as a puppy, I remember you small and innocent like all the others, I'd wonder if you remembered me the same. I remember walking over to the house to view you and your siblings for the first time just barely. I always knew it would be you the first to go, the first major challenge if death in my life. Existence has had us born differently. Twenty years old, and you fourteen. We'd lived so close to the same amount of time, but I was just starting. It was the brink of life to you. I wish mankind wasn't the only comprehending party here, I wish we had more to work with. We do not, and you do not understand. I wish you could. We lived in the same house almost my entire life until then. I heard my father once speak of how you were the best dog we ever had. My mom cried under her breath, "he's been such a good boy," when we first spoke of your failing health. Then I sat by your side the same way you had always mine, a bandaid I knew, but it was better than to let you waste. I remember how I'd been sick in elementary school so long ago, and I went out on the stairs to sleep with you during the day in my fatigue. I had always dreamed of having another chance to, and here it came with the dusk of your life. I took it, and with me your strength returned for a time. Out of all the things about your death to come nostalgia was the worst, I'd missed the days when you chased me upstairs to my room, or came into my room abruptly during the day. I'd missed playing tug - O - war in the hallway and throwing balls for you. I'd missed roaming the wilderness with you. Your old age curbed your enthusiasm for physical but never emotional activity. You still wagged your tail when you saw me, still walked to me in anticipation for my love. I birthed auguries and revelations about death before. Benevolence and empathy are such strange things, to recognize the suffering of others and be driven to act upon it because you are cognizant of its pain. I know you knew both. Perhaps it should be no wonder two very different social animals should come together. You were the first to hear my poems recited by me in darkness, you would never know there significance, and you never needed to. I looked at you so often and wondered what you thought, what you felt when doing things. I did the same for many animals, but dogs are different, and you even more so. So many clues - cocking your head, wagging your tail. I had become used to the idea that we were all the universe viewing itself, but had never thought of trying to imagine myself or the world from animals perspectives before you. We were all the same Magnum, born of chaos upon this world. Fragments. By the chances in play we were to meet each other, and it was magnificent. For that you had earned my eternal gratitude. Then you were dead, and disintegrated back into the world around as all the others before you. We were all moving cycles during it, all walking rivers. You were in me and the air, the Earth around and stars above. We always were, but now you embody it all. There will come another day upon this Earth where me and all the others will pass the same; there will come a day when our children and yours walk the Earth alongside the descendants of all those we wandered with. All the fragments make the whole. I love you Magnum, I remember you as my first dog, and I will never forget you, and I know you'd love me. I'll miss you greatly for the rest of my life. I know where you are though, I know where to find you, and I will for the rest of my existence. And when that unravels, and all hearts unfold, we will be together again. We will be the whole. Love your brother, [b][u]Unit 1262[/u][/b]." [/quote]

http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/167/0e0e6140-d96e-0131-bf8b-0eb233c768fb.jpg?w=790&h=550&fit=max&fm=jpg&q= [spoiler]i like tacos[/spoiler] Relevant!

My life.

Day and days passed by, I was always staring at you to know you where safe, I saw you and you saw me, I remember when those things came to our world, spreading havoc everywhere we go, but you didn't feel concerned, no, You never felt fear, you always kept your smile, The most powerful weapon you had. You didn't care the world was falling and turning into complete hell, you always kept your smile... That smile... And I never appreciated it, until I lost you. It was in a rainy day, we were looking for supplies to last us a few while we moved to the next abandoned town, you looked at me while I was uneasy and said "it will be all right" and smiled. As we walked I heard the foot steps, the foot steps of a monster, I ran to get my gun, but you, you were gone, you ran off to save me, I saw it all, I saw it grab you, I saw it bite you, I saw you kill it. We hide in a bunker. A few hours passed as I looked at you tucked in a circle, You said "I dont want to become one of them". You handed me a gun, You looked away, but the worse part of all was, you smiled, you told me it was not my fault. But that, that stung me, It stung me deep and hard, and what did I do in return? I ran away, It took you a little to realize it, I left you, I left you to die, I was stupid, no I was selfish, I left you without even a gun, I took my pack and left, And I hated myself, I hated myself for leaving you, I hate myself for letting you to die..... But you must hate me even more. "But that doesnt matter now does it? I guess they are not complete monsters, they keep the memories dont they? You have been following me havnt you? But.... Should I be happy? Or terrified? I guess both right?" *she gets up from the bushes and walks towards me, she was completely infected and rotting* I still remember all weve done..... The times we shared in the ponds, the times ive hold myself to not look while guarding you in the bathrooms, I still remember your smile, your most wonderful gift. *she got on me and was going to slice me with her right mutated Sword arm, but she hesitated, looked at me and I saw it cry, finally she sliced me and I died* I woke up, the place was all but green grass mountains, I walked and found you staring at the ocean, i gasped and looked, Looked for the last time, I saw you turn around, but you did not saw me, for I disappeared out of the area, never to see you again, for what I've done. The funny thing is, even tough you did not see me, I saw you smile, and look back at the ocean. And I disappeared. They say death is a punishment, but living when you have nothing left to live for or to love, that is the greatest punishment of all. End.