My husband is an Engineer by occupation, I like him for his constant nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Three years of courtship and now, 2 years into marriage, I would need to admit, that I am burning out of it. The reasons of me loving him in the past, has actually now transformed into the reason for all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and very sensitive when it concerns a relationship and my sensations, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little woman yearning for candy. My spouse, is my complete opposite, his absence of level of sensitivity, and the failure of bringing romantic minutes into our marriage has actually discouraged me about love.
One day, I lastly chose to inform him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
” Why?” he asked, surprised. “I am worn out, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I addressed. He kept quiet the entire night, appears to be in deep believed with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment just increased, here was a man who can’t even express his situation, exactly what else can I hope from him? And lastly he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”
Someone said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have actually started despairing in him. Looking deep into his eyes I gradually responded to: “Here is the concern, if you can respond to and encourage my heart, I will alter my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that choosing the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said:” I will give you your response tomorrow …” My hopes just sank by paying attention to his reaction.
I got 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 let me tell you the reasons even more.” This very first line was currently breaking my heart. I continued reading.
” When you utilize the computer system you constantly mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to conserve my fingers so that I can assist to restore the programs. You always leave the home keys behind, thus I need to save my legs to hurry home to unlock for you. You love traveling but constantly lose your way in a brand-new city, I need to conserve my eyes to show you the way. You constantly have the cramps whenever your “buddy” approaches each month, I have to save my palms so that I can soothe the cramps in your stomach.
You like to stay indoors, and I stress that you will be infected by infantile autism. I need to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to treat your boredom. You always stare at the computer, which will do absolutely nothing great for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we age, I can assist to clip your nails, and help to remove those frustrating white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while walking down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the lovely sand … and tell you the color of flowers, much like the color of the glow on your young face … Thus, my dear, unless I make sure that there is somebody who likes you more than I do … I might not select that flower yet, and pass away. ”
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting … and as I continue on reading … “Now, that you have actually ended up 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 nervous face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread … Now I am extremely sure that nobody will ever love me as much as he does, and I have actually chosen to leave the flower alone …
That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement vanishes, and one has the tendency to ignore the true love that depends on between the peace and dullness.
Love appears in all types, even really little and saucy kinds, it has actually never been a design, it could be the most dull and boring kind … flowers, and romantic minutes are just used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of real love stands … which’s our life … Love, not words win an argument.