Thursday, January 05, 2006

A Love Story

"I received this e-mail a couple of days ago from my eldest sister and I think it earns the right to be place on my site"

Sometimes we are blind to see the goodness of our spouses and deaf to hear
their kind words for us. A nice story to share......

My husband is an Engineer 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 would have to admit,
that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before 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 a little girl yearning for candy. My
husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability
of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about

One day, I finally decided 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 a lighted
cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here
was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from

And finally he asked me:" 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 the question, if
you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I
want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure
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 sank by
listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and
saw a piece of paper with his 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, and
you cry 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, 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 save
my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every
month; 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 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 will do nothing good for your
eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip
your 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 sunshine
and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color 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 continue 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 your favorite
bread and fresh milk...

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly
with 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, and I have decided to
leave the flower alone... That's life, and 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 up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never
been a model; it could be the dullest 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... and that's
our life... Love, not words win arguments...

"A soul mate is the one with whom you could sit with without saying a word
and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you have ever had

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