Thursday, February 28, 2013

Would you die for me?

credits: orig author

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 c!
omplete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the 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 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 predicame! nt, 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 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 li! stening 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 colo! ur offlowers, 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 conntinue 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 most dull 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...


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