My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steadynature, 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 haveto admit, that I am getting tired of it.
The reasons of me loving himbefore, 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 alittle girl yearning for candy.
My husband, is my complete opposite, hislack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.
One day, I finallydecided 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 alightedcigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't evenexpress his predicament, what else can I hope from him?
And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebodysaid it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess,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, want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both aresure 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 sankbylistening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper withhis 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, andyou cry in front of the screen, I have to saved my fingers so that I canhelp 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 savemy eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches everymonth, 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 byinfantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories tocure your boredom.You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for youreyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clipyour 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 sunshineand 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 yourfavorite bread and fresh milk... I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightlywith 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, andIhave decided to leave the flower alone...That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling ofexcitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies inbetween the peace and dullness.Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it hasneverbeen 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... andthat'sour life...
7:17 PM
love like there's no tomorrow
