A story to share
My husband is a scientist 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 have to admit, I am getting tired of it, the reasons for me loving him before has now transformed into restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive and exquisite when it comes to relationship and feelings, I yearn for romantic moments, just like a little boy yearning for candy. And my husband, is a contrast from me. His lack of sensitivity, and most of all, his 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 aren't reasons for everything in the world" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seeming to be in deep thought the whole night with a cigarette lighted at all times. My feeling of disappointment was getting intense, a man who can't even express himself, 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.
Looking deep into his eyes, I slowly answered: "Here is a question, if you can find the answer to my heart, I will change my mind. Let us say, I love a flower at a mountain cliff, and we are both sure that to make you pick the flower will cause death, will you do it for me?" He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow... ."
My heart just sank by listening to his response. The next morning, he was not around, and I saw a piece of paper with his scratchy writing, underneath a glass of warm milk, It goes... .
Dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to further explain the reasons " this first line had already broken my heart. I continue reading. "You can only type on the computer and always end up messing the programs in the PC, followed by your crying 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, I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to lead you. You always have the cramp whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palm 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 is not good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow older, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. I will hold your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sands... tell you the colour of flowers, just like 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 would not pick the flower, and die.." My tears fell on the letters, and blurred the ink of his hand writing... and I resume my reading... "And now, dear... that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied with these answers, please open the door of our house, I am waiting there, with your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, with his hand holding tightly on the milk and bread... . Oh I am sure no one ever loved me as much, and so now I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, or some say, 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 in any form, even a very small little corny form, it has never been a model, it could be the most boring form... flowers, romantic moments is only the superficial form at the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... love, but not words win the arguments...
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked! "I am tired, there aren't reasons for everything in the world" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seeming to be in deep thought the whole night with a cigarette lighted at all times. My feeling of disappointment was getting intense, a man who can't even express himself, 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.
Looking deep into his eyes, I slowly answered: "Here is a question, if you can find the answer to my heart, I will change my mind. Let us say, I love a flower at a mountain cliff, and we are both sure that to make you pick the flower will cause death, will you do it for me?" He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow... ."
My heart just sank by listening to his response. The next morning, he was not around, and I saw a piece of paper with his scratchy writing, underneath a glass of warm milk, It goes... .
Dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to further explain the reasons " this first line had already broken my heart. I continue reading. "You can only type on the computer and always end up messing the programs in the PC, followed by your crying 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, I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to lead you. You always have the cramp whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palm 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 is not good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow older, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. I will hold your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sands... tell you the colour of flowers, just like 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 would not pick the flower, and die.." My tears fell on the letters, and blurred the ink of his hand writing... and I resume my reading... "And now, dear... that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied with these answers, please open the door of our house, I am waiting there, with your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, with his hand holding tightly on the milk and bread... . Oh I am sure no one ever loved me as much, and so now I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, or some say, 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 in any form, even a very small little corny form, it has never been a model, it could be the most boring form... flowers, romantic moments is only the superficial form at the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... love, but not words win the arguments...
posted by MunMun @ 5/11/2005 08:37:00 PM
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