Heart touching story about LOVE
My husband is an Engineer by profession, and I love the warm
feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and
now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of
it.
The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into
the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely
sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the
romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my
complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing
romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I
wanted a divorce.
“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for
everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to
be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who
can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? and finally
he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?”
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the
question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s
say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are
sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?”
He said : “I will give you your answer tomorrow…” My hopes just
sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of
paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining
table near the front door, that goes…
My dear,
“I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to
explain the reasons further…” This first line was already breaking my heart. I
continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software
programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that
I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my
legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose
your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend”
approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps
in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected
by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to
cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good
for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to
clip your nails, & help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also
hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and
the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of
the glow on your young face…
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves
you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his
handwriting, and as I continue on reading…
“Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are
satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your
favorite bread and fresh milk…
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face,
clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread… Now I am
very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided
to leave the flower alone.
That’s life, and love.
When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades
away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and
dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it
has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form… flowers, and
romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship.
Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life.. Love, not
words… win arguments… !
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