Three
years of courtship and now, two years into marriage. I would have to admit, I was
getting tired of it. The reasons for loving him before were transforming into
the causes for my restlessness now. I am a sentimental woman and extremely
sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the
romantic moments. My husband is my complete opposite. His lack of sensitivity
and the inability of bringing romance into our marriage had disheartened me.
Last night 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, seemed to be in deep thought. 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 had
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?”
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 sank deeper.
I woke up this morning to find him gone. I then noticed a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass on the dining table near the front door, that read….
“My dear I would not pick that flower for you. Please allow me to explain the reasons further.” This first line had already broken my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the laptop you always mess up the Software programs, and then you cry in front of the screen. I thus have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind. I thus 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 thus 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 remove those annoying white hair. I also want to 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 as I
folded back the note. I am now very sure that no one will ever love me as much
as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…
I woke up this morning to find him gone. I then noticed a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass on the dining table near the front door, that read….
“My dear I would not pick that flower for you. Please allow me to explain the reasons further.” This first line had already broken my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the laptop you always mess up the Software programs, and then you cry in front of the screen. I thus have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind. I thus 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 thus 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 remove those annoying white hair. I also want to 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.. ”
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