A True Story
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steadynature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broadshoulders.
Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I wouldhave to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me lovinghim before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to arelationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like alittle girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, hislack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments intoour marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finallydecided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked."I am tired, there are no reasons for every thing in the world!" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lightedcigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can'teven express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?
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 Iguess, 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'ssay, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and weboth are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you doit 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 paperwith his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the diningtable near the front door, that goes....
My dear,
"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain thereasons 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 saved my fingers so that Ican help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs torush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to savemy eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approachesevery month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps inyour tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected byinfantile autism m. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and storiesto cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for youreyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clipyour nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can alsohold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshineand the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like thecolor of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you morethan I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... Andas 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 yourfavorite bread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightlywith 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...
posted by Anna Wayne @ 3:52 AM
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