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This story tells us something about..... > 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. > > Two years of courtship and now, five 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, seemingly in deep thought. > My feeling of disappointment only increased. > > Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, > > so what else could I expect 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 colour of flowers, > just like the colour 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, > and if you are satisfied, please open the front door > for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk..." > > I rushed 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 in very small and cheeky forms. > It has never been a model. > It could be the dullest and most 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 LIFE > -- > The happiest people in the world... > are not those who have no problems, > but those who learn to live with things that are > less than perfect. > -- > > > > LOVE is not just between two lovers, husband and wife-- > it also encompass; mother, father and siblings, sisters and brothers, > friends and neighbors ya! > > -- > > Until I think of you again with the next warm life touching story... > > > Have a wonderful day! [ Last edited by ·ç·ç1ºÅ on 2007-6-25 at 12:47 ] |
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The happiest people in the world... > are not those who have no problems, > but those who learn to live with things that are > less than perfect. I have heared about this story before,but even now I was still moved by it.we always omit something that is really important to us and don't konw how important it mean to us ,until we lose . Thank you,bring me a stir in my ordinary life. |
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good story