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Love does not forget part 1
After two years of marriage and three years of courtship, love of the reasons the former is now the reasons for anxiety and insomnia
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive and exquisite
when it comes to relationships and feelings, I yearn for
romantic
moments, as though a little boy yearning for candy.
However, my
husband is a complete contrast of me. His lack of
sensitivity
and above all, inability to bring romantic moments into
our marriage
has disheartened me about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision
about wanting
a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired, there aren't reasons for everything in this world", I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemingly to be in deep thoughts as he smoked through the night. My feeling of disappointment became intense. I felt that if he is a man who can't even express his detainment, what else can I hope from him?
"I am tired, there aren't reasons for everything in this world", I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seemingly to be in deep thoughts as he smoked through the night. My feeling of disappointment became intense. I felt that if he is a man who can't even express his detainment, what else can I hope from him?
He finally he asked, “What can I do to change your
mind?"
It’s often said that it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess at that moment in time, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes, I slowly answered, "I have a question for you. If you can find the answer in my heart, I will change my mind. If we are in a scenario where I love a flower on a mountain cliff but we are both sure that making you pick the flower for me will cause certain death. Will you do it for me?"
He said, "I will give you your answer tomorrow..." My heart sank at listening to his response.
It’s often said that it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess at that moment in time, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes, I slowly answered, "I have a question for you. If you can find the answer in my heart, I will change my mind. If we are in a scenario where I love a flower on a mountain cliff but we are both sure that making you pick the flower for me will cause certain death. Will you do it for me?"
He said, "I will give you your answer tomorrow..." My heart sank at listening to his response.
The next morning, he was not around. However, I saw a
piece of
paper with his handwriting underneath a glass of warm
milk. It
goes like this...
Dear,
"I would not pick that flower for you but please allow
me
to explain the reasons."
This first line already broke my heart. I continued reading.
This first line already broke my heart. I continued reading.
"You are hopeless with computers and always mess up the
programs in the PC and end up crying in front of screen.
I have
to save my fingers so that I can help you restore the
programs.
Love does not forget part 2
You always left the house keys behind at home. I have to save
my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love
travelling
but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save
my eyes
to lead you the way. You always have cramps whenever you
it’s
the time of the month again. I have to save my palm so
that I
can calm the cramps at your tummy.
You like to stay indoors and I am worried that you will
be infected
by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you
jokes
and stories to cure you of your boredom. You always use
the computers
for long hours and that is not healthy for 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 and enjoy the warm
sunshine and
beautiful sand together... I will also tell you the
colour of
the flowers, which is just like the glow on your
youthful face...
Thus my dear, before I am sure there is someone who
loves you
more than I do... I would not pick the flower and die… "
My tears drop onto the letter and smudged the ink of
his handwriting.
I resumed 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 right there with your favorite
bread and
fresh milk.”
I rushed to pull open the door. I came upon his anxious
face
with the milk and bread in his hands. By now, I was sure
that
no one will ever love me as much as him, and I have
decided to
leave the flower alone.
And so that’s life or some might say love. When one is
surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fade away
and one
tends to ignore that true love lies in between peace and
dullness.
Love shows up in any form even in very little and corny
forms.
It has never been a model. It could be in the most
incurious form
like flowers.
In comparison, romantic moments are only the buckish
formed on
the surface of a relationship. Underneath the surface,
the pillar
of true love stands and that's our life. I hope everyone
enjoys
reading this story about… Love.
Sometimes, we do not cherish the things around us and
ask for
more. Perhaps we should all sit down and think about
what we already
have and learn to appreciate them better.
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