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6/19/2003
hmm..got this story from a mail..think it's really sweet..
A touching story to share ....
My husband is an engineer by profession
I love him for his steady-being nature
and I love the warm feeling while leaning against his broad shoulder.
Three years in the courtship and now two years into marriage
I would have to admit
I am getting tired of it
the reasons of me loving him before has now
transform into the cause of all the restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive and exquisite
when it comes to relationship and feelings
I yearn for romantic moments
as though a little boy yearning for candy
And my husband is just a contrast of me
his lack of sensitivity and of all
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 want a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shockingly."I am tired, there aren't reasons for
everything in the world" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night
seemed to be in deep thoughts the whole night
with a cigarette lighted all the time.
My feeling of disappointment is getting intense
a man who can't even express his detainment
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 in my heart
I will change my mind
Let's say, I love a flower at a mountain cliff
and we are both sure that making 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 respond.
The next morning, he was not around
and I saw a piece of paper with his scratching 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 continued reading.
"You can only type with computer
and always mess up the programs in the PC
and cry in front of the screen
I have to save my fingers so that i can help you restore the programs..
You always leave the house key behind
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 lead you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your 'good friend' approaches
I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramps at your tummy.
You like to stay indoor
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 computers
and that do no good to 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
enjoying the sunshine and the beautiful sands...
tell you the colour of flowers
just like the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear
I am sure there are someone who loves you more
than I do...
I would not pick the flower and die.. "
My tears dropped on the letters
and blurred the ink of his handwriting...
and I resumed my reading...
"And now, dear...
you have finished reading my answer
if you are satisfied with these answers
please open the door of our house
I am standing there
with your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rushed to pull open the door
and saw his anxious face
with his hand holding tight on the milk and bread....
Oh I am sure no one ever love me as much
and now I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life
or some said love
when one is surrounded by love
the feeling of excitement fades away
and one tend to ignore the true love
that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows in any form
even a very little and corny form
it has never been a model
it could be the most incurious form...
flowers
romantic moments is only the buckish formed on the
surface of the relationship.
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