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 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 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,
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…
Where there is judgement, there is no love.
And where there is love, there is no judgement.