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is the book called "Kiss Dating Goodbye", written by Joshua Harris. Just to give a brief description of the author, he lives in Gaithersburg, Maryland. He is a pastor at Covenant Life Church. He speaks nationally and leads an annual conference for college students called New Attitude. 

The reason why I would love to be trapped in this book is because this book really gave me a new attitude towards romance and relationships. In the past, I had the perception that romantic relationships involve courting the girl of your dreams, impressing her with expensive gifts and nice cars, not forgetting the flowers and chocolates. However, even though I do succeed in melting the girl's heart and making her feel touched, the relationship will end due to differences or quarrels. More often than not, once I get together with the girl, I will discover that actually the girl is not really the girl of my dreams and not my future wife-to-be.

Although people may say this book only applies to Christians, I beg to differ as certain values highlighted in the book are also applicable to non-Christians. Some people regard the dating segment of a relationship as a game; whereby the lesser time a guy spends in winning the girl's heart, the larger the boost of ego for the guy. Some guys may even regard dating as a form of satisfying their physical needs, especially if the girl is more head-over-heels than the guy, the guy can simply toy with girl's feelings. The book really enlightened and reminded me that a girl's feelings, be it whether she is a Christian or not, is very fragile and needs to be treated with tender care. A girl's feelings should not be treated lightly and should be respected and regarded positively. By doing so, a girl will feel that she is not treated unfairly due to her gender and also be able to differentiate which guy is the RIGHT one for her.

After reading the book, it really enlightened me a lot with regards to the right attitude I should have towards romantic relationships, and not dunk myself into a relationship without taking into account several factors that were highlighted in the book. Therefore, I would really urge those who experienced relationship problems before or currently to go get the book and rest assured, you will be enlightened and develop a new perspective towards romantic relationships, regardless of whether you are a Christian or not. Often not, people dream themselves to be in fairyland, having whirlwind romances and meeting their Prince Charming or Princess. However, we must be realistic and not day-dream, but make sure one has the right perspective towards dating; and through the grace of God, one will meet the RIGHT one.

Thus, I would like to end this post with 2 very interesting yet mindful questions that were mentioned by the author:

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files.
They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked". I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their contents. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed".
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird: "Books I Have Read", Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness. "Things I Have Yelled At My Brothers". Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done In Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breadth At My Parents". I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes there were fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my twenty years to write each of these thousands, possibly millions, of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed contents. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
Suddenly I felt an almost animal rage. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took the file at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared The Gospel With". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please, not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands, and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
"No!" I shouted, rushing to Him. All I could find to say "No, no", as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and continued to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
Just wanna share this story with you all... =)