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Email Forwards: Another Love Story
By The Mouse Potato | August 27, 2008 
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> 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
> 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 colour 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…
>
>
> Anonymous *
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