i like tis story...
They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often
posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also
into photography, and he handled their wedding photos. He loves her
very much and likewise with her. She has a quick temper, and always
bullies him. He is a gentleman, and always gives in to her. Today
shes been wilful again.
Her: Why cant you be the photographer for my friends wedding?
She promised shed pay.
Him: I dont have time that day.
Her: Humpf!
Him: Huh?
Her: Dont have time? Write less of those novels, and you will
have all the time you need.
Him: I
someone will definitely recognize my work some day.
Her: Humpf! I dont care youll have to do it for her.
Him: No.
Her: Just this once.
Him: No.
Negotiations broken.
So, she gave the final warning: Give me a Yes within three days,
or else
First day. She withheld the kitchen, bathroom, computer,
refrigerator, television
Except the double-bed, to show her
benevolence.
Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didnt mind, as he still
has some cash in his pocket.
Second day. She conducted a raid and removed everything from his
pockets, and warned, Seek any external help, and you bear the
consequences.
Hes nervous now. Night. On the bed. He begs for mercy, hoping that
shell end this state. She doesnt give a damn. No way is she
giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.
Third day. Night. On the bed.
Hes lying on the bed, looking to one side.
Shes lying on the bed, looking to the other side.
Him: We need to talk.
Her: Unless its about the wedding, forget it.
Him: Its something very important.
She remains silent.
Him: Lets get a divorce.
She did not believe her ears.
Him: I got to know a girl.
Shes totally angry and wanted to hit him. But she held it down,
wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a
photo out from his chest.
Probably from his undershirt pocket, thats the only place she
didnt go through yesterday. How careless.
Him: Shes a nice girl.
Her tears fell.
Him: She has a good personality too.
Shes heartbroken, because he puts a photo of some other girl
close to his heart.
Him: She says that shell support me fully in my pursue for
literature after we get married.
Shes very jealous, because she said the same thing in the
past.
Him: She loves me truly.
She wishes to sit up and scream at him: Dont I?
Him: So, I think she wont force me to do something that I dont
want to do.
Shes thinking, but the rage wont subside.
Him: Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?
Her:
..!
He brings the photo before her eyes.
Shes in a total rage, hits his hands away and leaves a burning
mark of a slap on his face.
He signs. She cries.
He puts the photo back into his pocket. She pulls her hand back
under the blanket.
He turns off the light and sleeps.
She turns on the light, and sits up.
Hes asleep. She lost sleep.
She regrets treating him the way she did.
She cried again, and thought about a lot of things.
She wants to wake him up.
She wants to have an intimate talk with him.
She doesnt want to push him anymore.
She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.
She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry, and she wanted to
laugh.
Its a nicely taken photo of herself. A photo he took for
her.
She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.
You learn to love, not by finding a
perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person
perfectly.
