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
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
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 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 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…
(Author Unknown)
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