LOVEEEE
March 4th, 2007 by charm-yu> My boyfriend and I live together for years and he 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 months of courtship and now, two years engaged,
> 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
> boyfriend, is my complete opposite, his lack of
> sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic
> moments into our
> relationship has disheartened me about love. One day,
> I finally decided to tell him my
> decision, that I wanted to break up with him. "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 conntinue 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…
