this story tells us about
love and life.
my husband is an engineer by profession.
i love him for his steady nature,
and th warm feeling when i lean against his broad shoulders.
two years of courtship,
and now,
five years into marriage.
i would have to admit, tht im getting tired of it.
th reasons of me loving him before,
has now transformed into th cause of all my restlessness.
i am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive
when it comes to relationship and my feelings.
i yearn for th romantic moments,
like a little girl yearning for candy.
one day,
i've finally decided to tell him my decision,
tht i want a divorce.
"why?"
he asked, shocked.
" i am tired.
there are no reasons for everything in th world!"
i answered.
he kept silent th whole night,
seemingly in deep thought.
my feeling of disappointment only increased.
he was a man who was not even able to express his predicament,
so what else could i expect 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 th question.
if you can answer and change my heart,
i will change my mind."
"let's say,
i want a flower located on th face on a mountain cliff,
and we both are sure tht by picking th flower,
it will cause your death.
will you still do it for me?"
he said,
"i will give you your answers,
tomorrow."
my hopes just sank by listening to his response.
i woke up th next morning to find him gone,
and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting
underneath a milk glass,
on a dining table near th front door,
tht goes .. ..
"my dear ... ... i would not pick tht flower for you.
but ... ...
please allow me to explain th reasons further."
th first line was alr breaking my heart.
i continued reading.
"when you use th computer,
you always messed up th software programs,
and you cry in front of th screen.
i have to save my fingers so tht i can help to restore th programes.
you always leave th house keys behind,
thus i have to save my legs to rush home to open th door for you.
you love travelling,
but always lose your way in a new city.
i have to save my eyes to show you th way.
you always have cramps whenever your
"good friend" approaches every month.
i have to save my palm so tht i can calm th cramps in your tummy.
you like to stay indoor,
and i worry tht you will be infected by infantile autism.
i have to save my mouth to tell you joke and stories to cure your boredom.
you always stare at th computer,
and tht will do nothing good for you eyes.
i have to save my eyes so tht when we grow old,
i can help to clip your nails,
and help to remove those annoying white hairs.
so i can hold your hand while strolling down th beach,
as you enjoy th sunshine and beautiful sand,
and tell you th colours of flowers,
just like th colour of th glow on your young face.
thus, my dear,
unless im sure tht there's someone who love you more than i do,
i could not pick tht flower yet,
and die ... ... .."
my tears fell on th letter,
and blurred th ink of his handwriting.
i continued reading.
"now tht you've finished reading my answers,
and if you're satisfied,
please open th front door for im standing outside,
bringing your favourite bread and fresh milk .. .."
i rushed to pull open th door,
and saw his anxious face,
clutching tightly with his hands,
th milk bottle and loaf of bread .. ..
now im sure tht nobody will ever love me as much as he does,
and i've decided to leave th flower alone.
tht's LIFE, and LOVE.
when one is surrounded by love,
th feeling of excitement fades away,
and one tends to ignore th true love tht lies between
th peace and dullness.
love shows up in all form;
even in very small and cheeky forms.
it has never been a model.
it could be th dullest nd most boring form.
flowers and romantic moments are only used,
and appear on th surface of th relationship.
under all these,
th pillar of true love stands .. .
and tht's LIFE.
th happiest people are not those who have no problems,
but those who learn to live with things tht are less perfect.
i love you ♥
teo-wantong.blogspot.com♥love and life.
my husband is an engineer by profession.
i love him for his steady nature,
and th warm feeling when i lean against his broad shoulders.
two years of courtship,
and now,
five years into marriage.
i would have to admit, tht im getting tired of it.
th reasons of me loving him before,
has now transformed into th cause of all my restlessness.
i am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive
when it comes to relationship and my feelings.
i yearn for th romantic moments,
like a little girl yearning for candy.
one day,
i've finally decided to tell him my decision,
tht i want a divorce.
"why?"
he asked, shocked.
" i am tired.
there are no reasons for everything in th world!"
i answered.
he kept silent th whole night,
seemingly in deep thought.
my feeling of disappointment only increased.
he was a man who was not even able to express his predicament,
so what else could i expect 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 th question.
if you can answer and change my heart,
i will change my mind."
"let's say,
i want a flower located on th face on a mountain cliff,
and we both are sure tht by picking th flower,
it will cause your death.
will you still do it for me?"
he said,
"i will give you your answers,
tomorrow."
my hopes just sank by listening to his response.
i woke up th next morning to find him gone,
and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting
underneath a milk glass,
on a dining table near th front door,
tht goes .. ..
"my dear ... ... i would not pick tht flower for you.
but ... ...
please allow me to explain th reasons further."
th first line was alr breaking my heart.
i continued reading.
"when you use th computer,
you always messed up th software programs,
and you cry in front of th screen.
i have to save my fingers so tht i can help to restore th programes.
you always leave th house keys behind,
thus i have to save my legs to rush home to open th door for you.
you love travelling,
but always lose your way in a new city.
i have to save my eyes to show you th way.
you always have cramps whenever your
"good friend" approaches every month.
i have to save my palm so tht i can calm th cramps in your tummy.
you like to stay indoor,
and i worry tht you will be infected by infantile autism.
i have to save my mouth to tell you joke and stories to cure your boredom.
you always stare at th computer,
and tht will do nothing good for you eyes.
i have to save my eyes so tht when we grow old,
i can help to clip your nails,
and help to remove those annoying white hairs.
so i can hold your hand while strolling down th beach,
as you enjoy th sunshine and beautiful sand,
and tell you th colours of flowers,
just like th colour of th glow on your young face.
thus, my dear,
unless im sure tht there's someone who love you more than i do,
i could not pick tht flower yet,
and die ... ... .."
my tears fell on th letter,
and blurred th ink of his handwriting.
i continued reading.
"now tht you've finished reading my answers,
and if you're satisfied,
please open th front door for im standing outside,
bringing your favourite bread and fresh milk .. .."
i rushed to pull open th door,
and saw his anxious face,
clutching tightly with his hands,
th milk bottle and loaf of bread .. ..
now im sure tht nobody will ever love me as much as he does,
and i've decided to leave th flower alone.
tht's LIFE, and LOVE.
when one is surrounded by love,
th feeling of excitement fades away,
and one tends to ignore th true love tht lies between
th peace and dullness.
love shows up in all form;
even in very small and cheeky forms.
it has never been a model.
it could be th dullest nd most boring form.
flowers and romantic moments are only used,
and appear on th surface of th relationship.
under all these,
th pillar of true love stands .. .
and tht's LIFE.
th happiest people are not those who have no problems,
but those who learn to live with things tht are less perfect.
i love you ♥
