A Love Story..♥

by; Jo Joy Davillo on Tuesday, September 21, 2010 at 6:16pm
Sometimes we are blind to see the goodness of ourspouses and deaf to hear their kind words for us. Anice story to share......

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love himfor his steady nature, and I love the warm feelingwhen I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years intomarriage, I would have to admit, that I am gettingtired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, hasnow transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive whenit comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearnfor the romantic moments, like a little girl yearningfor candy. My husband is my complete opposite, hislack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringingromantic moments into our marriage has disheartened meabout 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 noreasons for everything in the world!" I answered. Hekept silent the whole night, seems to be in deepthought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased, here wasa man who can't even express his predicament, whatelse can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change yourmind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change aperson's personality, and I guess, I have startedlosing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Hereis the question, if you can answer and convince myheart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want aflower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and weboth are sure that picking the flower will cause yourdeath, will you do it for me?" He said:" I will giveyou your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank bylistening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw apiece of paper with his scratchy handwriting,underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near thefront door, that goes....

My dear,

"I would not pick that flower for you, but pleaseallow me to explain the reasons further...”

This first line was already breaking my heart. Icontinued reading.

"When you use the computer you always mess up theSoftware programs, and you cry in front of the screen,I have to save my fingers so that I can help torestore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have tosave my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a newcity; 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 sothat I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will beinfected by infantile autism.I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and storiesto cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will donothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes sothat when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So Ican also hold your hand while strolling down thebeach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautifulsand...

And tell you the color of flowers, just like the colorof the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someonewho 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 ofhis handwriting... and as I continue on reading...

"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if youare satisfied, please open the front door for I amstanding outside bringing your favorite bread andfresh milk..."

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxiousface, clutching tightly with his hands, the milkbottle and loaf of bread....

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me asmuch as he does, and I have decided to leave theflower alone...

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love,the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends toignore the true love that lies in between the peaceand dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheekyforms, it has never been a model, it could be the mostdull and boring form..

Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appearon the surface of the relationship.

Under all this, the pillar of true love stands...

And that's our life...

Love, not words win arguments...