My husband was an engineer. Since I met him, he was always
an
unflappable rock in my life. I knew he always had his feet firmly
planted on the ground, and it seemed that no matter what else went
crazy, he would be the one constant.
Three years of romance, and two years of marriage later, I got
tired. He was the most unromantic man I know. He never bought me
flowers, he never surprised me, and nothing changed in our
marriage.
After some time, I finally found the courage to tell him that I
wanted
to leave him. He just sat there, speechless. My heart froze... what
kind of man was I married to that didn't even know what to say to
make me stay?
After a while, he spoke, "What can I do to change your mind?". "I
will
stay if you can give me a good answer to this question," I replied
coldly. "If I asked for a flower that grew on a cliff, and you knew
that getting it for me means certain death, would you get it for
me?". His face grew troubled. "Can I give you an answer tomorrow
morning?" he asked. Hearing that kind of answer, my heart died. I
knew that I could never be happy with a man who couldn't even give
me a answer straight away.
The next morning, when I woke up, he was missing. In the living
room, under a warm glass of milk, was a note. My eyes grew misty as
I read it...
"Dear, I have my answer. I will never pick the flower for you if
it
meant certain death. But before you leave, I hope you can give me a
chance to give you my reasons....
You will always sit in front of the computer and type about for
the
whole day, but everytime you will end up in tears cause your
formating will always go all over the place... I need my fingers,
to do the formating for you, so your tears will become
smiles.
You like to travel, but would always get lost... I need my eyes, so
that I can bring you to the nicest places on earth.
Everytime you leave the house, you would always forget your keys...
I need my legs, so that I can run home to open the door for
you.
You never knew how to take care of yourself... I need my hands to
help you get rid of the pesky white hair you hate so much when you
grow old, to trim your nails, to feed you.
So you see, that's why I can't pick the flower for you. Until I
find
someone who loves you more than I do, I will need my body to take
care of you.
If you accept my reasons, then open the door, where I will be
waiting
with your favourite muffin."
With tears streaming from my eyes, I opened the door, and there
he
stood, with a extremely worried look on his face. He still had
nothing to say, but just stood there waving the packet he had in
his hand in front of me. And then I knew for a fact that I will
never find another man who will ever love me as much as he
does.
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to
doesn't mean that they don't love you with all they have...
