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 color 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…