Tuesday, January 23, 2007
A short love story...As simple as this...
>My husband is an Engineer by profession,>I love him for his steady nature, 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?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to>change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing>faith in him.>>>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 wokeup 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,and 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 colour 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 conntinue 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...>>>Anonymous
I'm changing for love...are you? Cheers!!!
i'm not emo @ 11:06 PM
