Just trying to avoid 5 years bad luck guys!

This story is so beautiful.

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
inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for
service
in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know
each
other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart.
A
romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused.
She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled
their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New
York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be
wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl
whose heart he
loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you
what
happened:
A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde
hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as
flowers.
Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit
she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely
forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small,
provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured.
Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw
Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A
woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat.. She was
more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The
girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was
split
in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my
longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my
own.
And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible,
her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My
fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to
identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something
precious,
something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been
and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out
the book to the
woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my
disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss
Maynell. I
am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what
this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green
suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she
said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that
she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said
it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to understand and admire
Miss Maynell's wisdom.
The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.
"Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you
are."

***************Send this to 3 people.... You will have good luck
for an entire day.
Send this to 8 people .... You will have good luck for all of next
week.
Send this 11 or more people......You will know your true love and
be happy for a long, long time.
Send this to 20 or more people ...... You and your true love are
going to be happily married for ever after.
Send this to nobody...... You will have bad luck for at least 5
years.