Ryuk1_Survive
03-06-2003, 09:44 AM
Cherish the love that you always have....May your relationship last
forever..............
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My husband is a scientist by profession.
I love him for his steady-being nature,
and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad
shoulders.
Three years into courtship and now, two years into marriage,
I have to admit, 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;
extremely sensitive and
exquisite when it comes to relationship and feelings.
I yearn for romantic moments,
as a little boy yearns for candy.
And my husband, he is a contrast of me.
His lack of sensitivity and,
worst of all,
his inability to bring 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, shocked.
"I am tired. There aren't reasons for everything in the world" I
nswered.
He kept silent the whole night
seemingly in deep thoughts with his cigarette lighted.
My feeling of disappointment grew more and more intense;
a man who can't even express his feelings,
what else can I hope from him?
Finally he asks:" 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.
Lets say,
there is a flower on the edge of a crumbling mountain cliff
that I love very much
and we are both sure that the making you to pick the flower will
cause death.
Would you pick the flower for me?"
He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My heart just sank at his response.
The next morning
he was not around when I got out of bed.
I saw a piece of paper with his handwriting
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 has already broken my heart
but I continued reading.
"You type on the computer but cry when you mess up the programs in
the PC...
I have to saved my fingers so that I can help to restore the
programs.
You always leave the house keys 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 feet to walk with you all the way.
You always get the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches
every month...
I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps at your
tummy.
You like to stays indoors, but get bored so easily...
I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to keep you
happy.
You always stare at the computer, and that is not good for your
eyes...
I have to save my eyes so that when we grow older
I can help to clip your nails, and remove those annoying white
hairs.
I will hold your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoying the
sunshine and the beautiful sands.
I will tell you the colour of flowers, just like the glow on your
beautiful face.
That's why, my dear
before I am sure there is someone who loves you more than I do
who makes you smile and takes good care of you
I would not pick the flower and die."
My tears fall on the letter
and blurred the ink of his handwriting.
I resume my reading.
"And now, my dear
you have finished reading my answer.
If you are satisfied with t hese answers
please open the front door of our house.
I am standing there
with your favorite bread and the fresh milk that you love."
I rushed to pull open the front door
and saw his anxious face
with his hand holding tight on the milk and bread.
Oh I am sure no one will ever love me as much
and now I have decided to leave the flower alone.
That's life.
Or, some say, love.
When we are constantly surrounded by love
the feeling of excitement fades away.
If we are not careful
we will neglect the true love that lies between the peace and
dullness.
Love shows in any form
even a very little and corny form.
Romantic moments are only the surface of the relationship.
Under all these, the pillar of true love stands.
forever..............
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My husband is a scientist by profession.
I love him for his steady-being nature,
and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad
shoulders.
Three years into courtship and now, two years into marriage,
I have to admit, 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;
extremely sensitive and
exquisite when it comes to relationship and feelings.
I yearn for romantic moments,
as a little boy yearns for candy.
And my husband, he is a contrast of me.
His lack of sensitivity and,
worst of all,
his inability to bring 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, shocked.
"I am tired. There aren't reasons for everything in the world" I
nswered.
He kept silent the whole night
seemingly in deep thoughts with his cigarette lighted.
My feeling of disappointment grew more and more intense;
a man who can't even express his feelings,
what else can I hope from him?
Finally he asks:" 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.
Lets say,
there is a flower on the edge of a crumbling mountain cliff
that I love very much
and we are both sure that the making you to pick the flower will
cause death.
Would you pick the flower for me?"
He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My heart just sank at his response.
The next morning
he was not around when I got out of bed.
I saw a piece of paper with his handwriting
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 has already broken my heart
but I continued reading.
"You type on the computer but cry when you mess up the programs in
the PC...
I have to saved my fingers so that I can help to restore the
programs.
You always leave the house keys 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 feet to walk with you all the way.
You always get the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches
every month...
I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps at your
tummy.
You like to stays indoors, but get bored so easily...
I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to keep you
happy.
You always stare at the computer, and that is not good for your
eyes...
I have to save my eyes so that when we grow older
I can help to clip your nails, and remove those annoying white
hairs.
I will hold your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoying the
sunshine and the beautiful sands.
I will tell you the colour of flowers, just like the glow on your
beautiful face.
That's why, my dear
before I am sure there is someone who loves you more than I do
who makes you smile and takes good care of you
I would not pick the flower and die."
My tears fall on the letter
and blurred the ink of his handwriting.
I resume my reading.
"And now, my dear
you have finished reading my answer.
If you are satisfied with t hese answers
please open the front door of our house.
I am standing there
with your favorite bread and the fresh milk that you love."
I rushed to pull open the front door
and saw his anxious face
with his hand holding tight on the milk and bread.
Oh I am sure no one will ever love me as much
and now I have decided to leave the flower alone.
That's life.
Or, some say, love.
When we are constantly surrounded by love
the feeling of excitement fades away.
If we are not careful
we will neglect the true love that lies between the peace and
dullness.
Love shows in any form
even a very little and corny form.
Romantic moments are only the surface of the relationship.
Under all these, the pillar of true love stands.