Old story, have been repeated before, but i would still like to
post it, i find people crave for so much excitement or big shows of
love in their love live, that they forgot all the small little acts
of love their partner done for them, which could very well add up
to a big mountain
Story:
My husband is a scientist by profession, I love him for his
steady-being
nature, and I love the warm feeling while lean against his broad
shoulder.
Three years in the courtship and now, two years into marriage, I
would have
to admit, I am getting tired of it, the reasons of me loving him
before has
now transform into the cause of all the restlessness. I am a
sentimental
woman and extremely sensitive and exquisite when it comes to
relationship
and feelings, I yearn for romantic moments, as though a little boy
yearning
for candy. And my husband, is just a contrast of me, his lack
of
sensitivity, and of all, 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 want a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocking.
"I am tired, there aren't reasons for everything in the world" I
answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thoughts the
whole
night
with cigarette lighted all the times. My feeling of disappointment
is
getting intense, a man who can't even express his detainment, what
else can
I hope from him? And finally he asked :" 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. Look deep into his eyes
and I
slowly answered : "Here is a question, if you can find the answer
in my
heart, I will change my mind, Let say, I love a flower at a
mountain cliff,
and we both sure that the making you to pick the flower will cause
death,
will you do it for me?"
He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My heart just
sink by
listening to his respond.
The next morning, he was not around, and I saw a piece of paper
with his
scratching writing, underneath a glass of warm milk,
It goes....
"Dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allowed me
! to
fu rther explain the reasons "
This first line has already break my heart. I continue
reading.
"You can only type with computer and always messed up the programs
in the
PC, and cries in front of screen, I have to saved my fingers so
that I can
help to restore the programs. You always left the house key behind,
I have
to save my legs to rush home for opening the door for you. You
love
traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my
eyes to
leads you the way.
You always has the cramp whenever your "good friend" approach every
month,
I
have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramp at your tummy.
You like
to
stays indoor, and I worries that you will be infected by infantile
autism.
I have to save my mouth to tells you jokes and stories to cure
your
boredom.
You always stared at the computers, and that do no good to your
eyes, I
have
to save my eyes so that when we grow older, I can help to clip
your
nails,and help to removed those annoying white hairs. I will hold
your
hand,
stroll down the beach, enjoying the sunshine and the beautiful
sands...
tells you the colour of flowers, just like the glow on your young
face...
Thus, my dear, before I am sure there are someone who loves you
more than I
do... I would not pick the flower, and die.. "
My tears drops on the letters, and blurred the ink of his hand
writing...
and I resume my reading...
"And now, dear... you have finished reading my answer, if you are
satisfied
with these answers, please open the door of our house, I am
standing
there,with your favorites bread and fresh milk... I rush to pull
open the
door, and saw his anxious face, with his hand holding tight on the
milk and
bread.... Oh I am sure no one ever love me as much, and now I have
decided
to leave the flower alone...
That's life, or some said, love, when one is surrounded by love,
the
feeling
of excitement fade away, and one tend to ignore the ! true lov e
lies in
between
the peace and dullness.
Love shows in any form, even a very little and corny form, it has
never
been
a model, it could be the most incurious form.. . flowers, romantic
moments
is only the buckish formed on the surface of the
relationship.
Under all these, the pillar of truelove stands... and that's our
life... I
hope everyone enjoy reading it... love, but not words win the
arguments...
